Hey, guys! I can’t believe it has been FOUR MONTHS since I started doing the very short stories prompts on Twitter. It has kept me writing and challenged me in new ways.
The best thing I like about the #vss365 is it continually challenges my creativity and my ability to show rather than tell. Sometimes, I don’t deliver what I really want, but most of the time I really enjoy them!
My nephew has gone home and so it is time to settle back into a familiar routine that includes working on my manuscript. I’m prepping somemore tools to really help me get it to that polished level.
Anyways, I’ll keep this short. Here are my very short stories for the week!
Birds of a feather #flock together, she told her daughter and ruffled her hair. You’ll be fine! I promise.
The daughter nodded and grabbed the familiar hand of her mother, worn with age. They walked down the gravel road of their drive way to wait for the school bus.
The #Queen of Darkness reigned over nightmares and relished the sounds of screams. Pained wails bounced off the remains of her stone castle that night. The cries mingled with the smell of spilt blood to soothe her soul and she dreamed of red drops in the depths of depravity.
The #cellar doors were smashed bits, surrounding the poorly lit opening. Its stairs descended into the pitch black with no end in sight. The flashlight shook in her hands but she clicked the light on. Cautious steps took her down the steps. The creaking echoed for miles.
#Familiar hands clasped hers, warm and soothing. But she didn’t hear his words. She’d vanished into a funeral in her mind’s eye, surrounded by fragrant flowers and the tears of the mourning. The coffin before her was made of oak, strong and sturdy like her father had been in life.
It’s a tough lesson when it comes to #sacrifice, the teacher said. His high school students sat there, bored but silent. Their gaze weighed on his shoulders and he breathed deeply. You see, certain jobs have more risks than others. They require a willingness to give and not get.
Stars shimmered in the night sky like glitter on a black cloth. The pale face of the moon was absent, waiting rebirth the next night. She moved the telescope slowly, hunting for a different celestial body. Aha! She exclaimed as #Jupiter came into focus. Just beautiful!
The #Empress stood still and silent, an observer of her husband’s power. Her role was nothing more than to enhance his presence.
She loathed him for it.
Her eyes roamed the army til they spotted her soldier. His attire shone in the light. Memories of his touch tempted her again.
I’ll fly higher than your chains can reach
Break their steal claws, biting me
Your torturous touch shall fade with time
As will ‘precious’ memories.
This toxic love will lose its power
Its venom removed from my heart
My feathered wings will soar ever higher
Whilst you sink into the muddied ground.
Heart flutters in the chest
The Mind knows not to rest
First kisses taste the best
Love Sickness at its worst
Longing fit to burst
To deal with Lust’s thirst
Thrills fill the start
Can’t ever be apart
Don’t want to depart
Time shifts Love’s power
It no longer devours
No longer Lust’s hour
Now companions in life
Sharing its strife
And both thrive
Magic swirls in dusky skies
On other people’s lives
And yet not many believe in it.
The power of magic
To take your pain away
Or deliver another dose of it.
It brings roses, daffodils, tulips
And at the end of the day
Snuffs out their light.
It empowers people to fight for their dreams
And also knocks those on pedestals to their knees.
Oh wonderful magic, it plays its tricks
But you best believe in it.
It may help or hinder
But it’s definitely there.
Grab hold to its tail
And dear wanderer,