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First Line Friday: The Click

1 Sep

When Sahi returned to The Ridge there was nothing left but charred wood jutting from the snow. 
Everyone was gone. Peter, Sarah, Nathan, they all just disappeared. 

What happened here? Where is everybody?  Sahi didn’t want to freak out yet. There must be an explanation. 

When Sahi left here, it was like another Sunday morning. Peter was in a good mood, so he decided to prepare breakfast for all of them. Sarah was still asleep and Nathan…wait a minute. Where was Nathan? His room was empty when Sahi left. He never went outside alone. He had this huge fear that he would get lost in the woods. But why was his room empty? Where did he go? 

Sahi wanted to call Peter, but there was no signal in this area. She was practically all alone staring in disbelief on the burned wood. When she wanted to get closer look and made a step towards the burned place, she heard steps approaching her. Nathan! 

“Nathan? Oh, thank god you are here! What happened here? Where is evereyone?…Nathan? Are you…?”
“Sahi, strange thing happened here. Actually I woke up in a very good mood. But then…”
“Nathan, why is there blood on your face?”
The silence that followed could cut the air around them.

“I wish you wouldn’t ask, Sahi.”
This post was written for:

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/09/01/first-line-friday-september-1st-2017/

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TLT: Unbearable Lightness of Being

14 Apr

photo by Jesse Orrico


“Play some nice song, father.”

Priest sitting behind his old piano, turned to his parishioners. He smiled and played first tones of their favourite song.

The good spirit of the day floated across the room. It was one of those days when you feel the lightness if being…


This post was written for TLT challenge.

No Way Out

12 Apr

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Albert Finch

“Oh my God, oh my God, they are home!” Emily got swamped by horror.

“What do I do? What do I do?” she desperately tried to find some place to hide. As a miracle from heaven the door of an old wardrobe opened with squeaking sound… She jumped to the wardrobe and tried to make as little noise as possible.

 Emily didn’t expect anybody to be at home. This was her only opportunity to find the truth about her family’s murder. Police finalized the investigation and did not find anything. No weapon, no trace, no nothing? Really? She could not accept this as an end. And so she started her own investigation.

There were a few people she suspected. And the biggest candidate she had on mind to be convicted was her ex-boyfriend, crazy psychopat who recently ended his stay in psychiatric clinic.

She sneaked into his home and was determined to find some evidence. But as soon as she started to search his office, somebody came  home.
She listened to the voice of her own fear from within the wardrobe. A person was approaching the office. The door slowly opened and he came in. The silence in the room was oppressive.
Suddenly the wardrobe door opened and there he was. Standing in front of her smiling. His face expression was calm and cold in the same time.

“So this is how you pay back all that love I gave you during our years together?” his voice cutting the tick air.

His hand aggressively grabbing her arm was the last thing she remembered…


Well… I don’t know how did I come up with this story, but here it is… :D…this time it is little bit longer.

This post was written for https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/04/12/photo-challenge-108/.

 

 

A Reckless Decision

3 Apr

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Louise packed her last things and watched her room in a silence. She looked to the walls, to the chair she used to sit every day, to the bed she used to lean her body every night on exhausted from work on a farm. She looked to the bookshelf above her bed for the last time.

Circus. That was her passion and ticket to the life she had always dreamed of.  She wanted to be part of the famous shows, to become a part of such crazy and beautiful world. Soon she will be on the road towards her freedom.

Her heart was beating fast as she was coming down the stairs to say last good-bye to her mother. Eyes  gazing downward, afraid to say a word, she approached the kitchen where her mother was sitting at the table, waiting for her daughter to change her mind.

“Tell me what it is you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” her mother disapproved. In the fear of loosing her daughter forever, she hoped Louise would stay when she’d see her mother’s sadness.

“This is my destiny, mother. At least I have to try, don’t you understand? This is my chance to get out of here and become someone.”

“You are someone. You don’t have to join some freak show to find that out!”

 Mary regretted those last words since. She never got the chance to take them back, for Louise never returned to her mother’s arms again.


This post was written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie : Writing Prompt #153 “Collage 20”

The Hunted Ones

22 Mar

“Meet me at the old photo centre. That is the safest place.”

Jerry hung up. He didn’t have much time. The situation needed some decision. Now or never.
He took his gun and jumped into the car. This was the first time after years that he felt that much adrenaline in his veins.

He agreed to meet Greta near the old photo centre. Their ways separated there a few years back. Yet he couldn’t get her out if his head. They both were trying to escape Bill, the worst hitman in Virginia. They figured separating would be the best way how to get rid of Bill.

He arrived five minutes earlier then her and watched Greta to slowly approach the photo centre.
“There she is. This time I am not letting her go.” Jerry got out of the car and when he was about to close the door, he felt huge pressure on his chest. Then he saw the explosion. His body flew away as a feather. His eyes were full of smoke but he was trying to find Greta and hoped she survived the explosion.

Greta’s body disappeared together with the old photo centre’s building. At that moment Jerry decided not to be the hunted one anymore. From then on he became the hunter. He swore himself that he won’t stop until he kills the hitman himself.


This post was written for FFfAW – Week of 3-22-2016

TLT – Life Direction

17 Mar

(c) Sonya, 2008

Everybody was telling me which direction I should take on my life path.

I wished I could see through and decide the best way possible.

Now I know what I did not know then. Sometimes the answer you seek is quite obvious. You don’t even have to try that hard. Focus on the positive things in life and everything will be just fine.


This post was written for Three Line Tales.

She Used To Love Me, But Then…

14 Mar

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Vincent closed his tattoo studio and started to walk towards the bar across the street. It was his every day routine since he and Sophie broke up. Since that moment he became a nyctophile and spent almost every night walking on the streets in drunken haze.

During the day he was very precise in his work. Every tattoo he created had it’s own structure and each piece was a briliant work of art. He immersed to his work  right after Sophie broke his heart. He realized that work distracted his mind in the right way and from then on he worked nonstop every day. 

He might not know this, but Sophie felt the pain in her heart for a very long time. She couldn’t figure out what is the cause. Her life with Vincent was perfect until it wasn’t. She knew she was supposed to be happy, but she didn’t feel happiness in her heart for months. And so she started to seek some help. She started to visit church almost every day until she realized she is happy only when she is talking to God. This was not night to morning decision. But after a few months she was absolutely certain she wanted to become a nun.

Vincent was devastated. He didn’t understand. To this day he couldn’t adjust to the thought she could leave him like this. They had a dozen of eristic discussion, but her decision was final and irretrievable.

And so now he was wandering on the street near the novitiate where Sophie was staying. It was one of those darkest rainy nights. Lurking behind the novitiate walls he was trying to spot her window. He didn’t want to terrorize anybody but didn’t realize that with his appearance and drunken mood might quite possibly do so.

He glared at the gigantic walls that separated him from the love of his life. Usually he just drowned his anger in a bottle of whiskey. But tonight he wanted to get all this anger and desperation out. So he started to shout:

“Why??? Why did you choose THIS instead of me? I was here for you! Tell me why?? I loved you! I gave you all my life!And you left me! For this…for God! How can I compete with God?”

Nobody came out. It was as nobody heard him. It was just him standing in the rain waiting for a miracle that would save him from this misery.

It took him a while to understand that this was the end. That he had to move on. But he took a decision to try to understand. Because it was the only possible way for him to heal.

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This post was written for : Wordle #101 “March 14, 2016”

Savior

11 Mar

 

Stella arrived with her husband to the agreed place. It was an empty parking lot with one rubbish bin. They have been told to leave the money in it.

“But this is the middle of nowhere”, Stella freaked out. She wanted her daughter back as soon as they give the money to these people who kidnapped her.

“They want to be sure we wouldn’t come with the police. If they are watching us right now, they see we are here alone.” He looked around and tried to find some spot from which they could be watched. But there was just an abandoned gas station and open road surrounded with nothing.

“Let’s leave the money in the rubbish bin.” Tim approached to the place when he saw a man getting closer to them. Tim’s heart started to beat faster. He realized this man could kill them both.  Instead he grabbed the bag with money and told to Tim and Stella to get in the car. Then something unexpected happened. The man got into the car with them.

“I know where your daughter is. I will help you to get her back. Now let’s get out of here.”

This post was written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner – Week 11.

 

Farewell

10 Mar

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photo by Samuel Zeller

“Why would I ever consider leaving Tim?” Anna was staring to her brother’s eyes and kept asking him this question over and over.

“Because this is not a healthy relationship, Anna. For Christ’s sake, he is a criminal! He can get you in some trouble! And now you are even planning to run away with him? Police is searching for him! When will you open your eyes and see that this is dangerous?”

“He is the love of my life. I can’t leave him. I am going with him.” Anna was determined. She was looking at her brother’s face trying to memorize every feature of it. She knew this was the last time they saw each other. They were sitting in a cafe with beautiful view to the cathedral. A perfect place for a goodbye.

This post was written for Three Line Tales. You can join as well. For more details visit TLT.

A Dangerous Path To Freedom

9 Mar

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I see these walls and steps that I am walking on and I realize that I will never walk them again. I will never touch these walls again. These are my last days on this castle. Tomorrow I will be on the run.

I was forced to marry this despot who calls himself king. But he never knew the true meaning of this word. My father was the real king.

I will sacrifice everything only to get free from this tyranny of his. The only way to do so is to kill him and run as far as possible. I will live in poverty maybe but it is worth it. I have to do it otherwise I will be the dead instead.

And so I walk these steps the last time preparing myself for the most dangerous path in my life. Till this time I was the oppressed one. But not anymore.

Written for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers