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Monday’s Finish the Story- Forms of Suffering

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It’s been a while, but I’ve finally managed to get a story in on time for Monday’s Finish the Story. And what a prompt – there’ve been some very interesting interpretations on what this actually is!

Finish the story starts with “I see absolutely everything”.

Here’s my attempt:

*a conversation between the Ancient All Powerful Being and his 4 year old son.

“I see absolutely everything” boomed the all pervading voice of the Ancient Seer.

“Can you see Santa?”

“Of course I see Santa, I see all.”

“What’s he doing?”

“He’s ah.. feeding his reindeer.”

“What’s a reindeer?”

“It’s a large fluffy beast. With antlers. They like snow, and carrots.”

“You mean like Sven from Frozen?”

“Yes, just like Sven.”

“What if you’re asleep? Don’t you have to close your eyes?”

“Son..” the All Powerful Being turned to the boy. “All Powerful Beings do not sleep. Plus, I have no eyelids” he added, scratching the little boy’s head.

“But what if its night time and dark and there’s no ‘lectricity’?”

The All Seeing Being smiled. “Then I will know. Because to see all is to know all. You will understand that one day when you become the All Powerful Seer.”

“Dad..”

“Yes, Son.”

“What’s an eye lid?”

A scream of parental angst rang out through the universe.

‘FFfAW – The Escapee

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Its been a long while, but I’ve finally made back it to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers in time for the week’s story.. Thanks Priceless Joy for providing another great prompt 🙂

Here’s goes:

Upon reflection, using the balloon seller’s bike probably wasn’t the most practical choice of getaway vehicle, but it was there and  I was in a hurry. Anyway, hiding in plain sight is meant to be more effective then stealth isn’t it?

I had to elbow past gawking toddlers and a few nosey grannies, and may have toppled an ice-cream or two, but those were minor misdemeanours, a small price for the greater good.

I pedalled as fast as my rhinestone encrusted stilettos would permit, the deflated meringue of a dress dragging sadly behind. Should have torn that silly train off when I had the chance.

Most people didn’t quite register what they were seeing – maybe they thought  that I was part of the entertainment. The Crazy Bride, a modern day rendition of the Bearded Lady, perhaps. Anyway, who cares what they thought – the important thing was that I was NOT getting married today.

Weekly Photo Challenge – Creepy

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This week’s photo challenge has brought out some great examples of creepy things from my fellow weekly photo challengers. The glassy eyed baby dolls in particular just give me the shivers!

Here are some examples which I have encountered on my travels.

Machu Picchu

Machu Picchu would rate as one of the creepiest places I’ve visited. The purpose for which this spectacular Incan city was built is still unclear, although there are theories of it being a place of learning, a place of worship, or a retreat for the Incan royal family. Whatever its use may have been, and beauty aside, there is a very discomforting aura about this place – not helped by the likely human sacrifices which took place here.

The photo on the left is a place just outside the main complex, referred to by our Peruvian guide as “a very bad place.” Notice weird black stuff oozing from the rock. I wasnt brave enough to get any closer to see what it was. The photo on the right is an example of the otherworldly feel to the place, created by its unique architecture.

The witches wall- Machu Picchu
Doorway – Machu Picchu

Creepy Crawlies of the Amazon Jungle

A small selection of the natives of the Amazon – a piranha, a tarantula in its nest and a giant unidentified bug of some kind – once again, I wasn’t game to get any closer.

Monday’s Finish the Story – The Nightshade Clan

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This is my contribution to this week’s Monday’s Finish the Story, brought to us by Barbara Beacham. Thanks Barbara for another great prompt!

Finish the story starts with:  “The team employed the use of Nightshade to get the information they wanted from their captive.”

Their captive sat staring at the floor with unseeing eyes. Robbie turned to his audience. “See boys? This is how we do business in the Nightshade Clan. Total submission, and without a drop of blood being spilt.”

He slowly circled his prize, careful to let the echo of each step beat into the room before following with the next. “This is why we are the most evolved of the Clans. Because we have moved beyond the need for baseless violence.” He waited for the murmurs of approval to die out before continuing.

“The Roses, they like to stab with their thorns. And the Iris’s..” He rubbed the scar which marred length of his arm. “The Irises, now they like to work slowly.”

He stopped in front of the chair and grabbed a handful of hair, snapping the head back to stare into a pair of cloudy white eyes. “And we will afford them the same courtesy.”