Vicki Who

Wow.

Inspiration can come from the strangest places. 

Sitting with my better half watching the world cup final. July is my month to organise date night so I am planning for next week. I need to text one of our babysitters to check if she is free but I am not sure if I have her number in my phone.  There is a Vicki saved but no surname. So I check the better half’s phone and she has the same number saved under Vicki.  I text her and asked her was she free and the reply says I must have the wrong number… I find out that her name is Vicki.  But not our Vicki and yet we both have her number saved with her name. How strange… We have no idea who she is….

I can feel a story here.

But still no babysitter. 

 

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Visdare69 – The City Will Fall

The Visual Dare

Vis Dare 69

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Every Wednesday I post a photographic challenge (sometimes called a “VisDare”) that writers may use to help kickstart their work-in-progress, or use as an individual exercise to get the creative juices flowing again. The challenge is to craft a story based on that photo – in 150 words or less.

Below is this weeks image

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The City will Fall

Agranola cowered on the stone wall in front of the banqueting hall, peering around the pillar at the house of worship a top the hill. She had not meant for this to happen. She pulled her wings tightly around her as the winds began to gather strength. The skies were growing increasingly darker and she knew that there was no hiding place.
She was to be wed to Zaroonis. A deal that brought an end to the longest war the land had ever seen.
But her heart belonged to another, Mustella.
Mustella understood her, he loved her for who she was, not for what she would become. But alas, he could never have her for his own.
There was one way they could be together, if marrying Zaroonis was no longer an option. That could only be if Zaroonis was slain.
She had never meant for Mustella to kill his only brother.
And now the armies marched… the city would soon be taken

 

Writing the Invisible person into a story

Hi all
This is a shout out to anyone that might be able to offer some adveice.
I can’t seem to get 1 project finished before I move on to another.
I had started a children’s adventure story and during the work on that had another idea so skipped on. I eventually started another short story, which I have finished but I am not entirely happy with it.

The main character suffers from a psychiatric illness, basically talking to someone that does not exist, I was trying to write the dialogue between them without actually letting it out early on that the person is not real.
Any tips?
It just doesn’t seem to flow as easily as i would like it to.
All input welcome

Sunday Photo Fiction : Rainy Day Fund

Every week on a Sunday, a new photo is used as a prompt for Flash Fiction challenge using around 200 words based on that image.

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This Weeks image was The Bell

 

As he made his way up the stairs he heard the bell toll, 

‘’oh heck’’ he thought, ‘’ Church is finished already , I need to get a move on.’’

He hadn’t planned on this job taking so long, he knew that church lasted approximately 45 minutes and that it would take the family 8 minutes to get back to the house, it was the bloody new locks that had been installed that had tripped him up. He was expecting that the key he had would let him in without any time wasted, wishful thinking.

He reached the upstairs study and made straight for the large mahogany desk in the corner, this was where the key to the safe was kept. He had seen his Dad lock and unlock the safe a thousand times, but that seemed a long time ago now.

There is was, in its usual place in the top drawer. Pulling it out he turned straight to the wall and lifted down the family picture, he paused briefly, remembering when the photograph was taken. They were a happy family back then. No problems back then.

He dropped the picture with a crash. He put the key in the lock and turned the key. This was it, he knew that the families rainy day fund was kept here. It would not be much but it would have to do for now. He pulled open the door and…

It was empty,

How could this be. The only thing inside the safe was a white envelope with his name scrqwled across it.

Inside he pulled out the note.

You need help son. We have made an appointment for you at the White Oaks Rehabilitatin clinic for Tuesday 15th, 10am. Please meet us there. We can beat this addiction together.

Love Mum & Dad

He couldn’t control the tears, he crumpled in a heap on the floor and sobbed uncontrollably.

‘’They still love me’’, he wept, ‘’after all that I have done. They still love me’’

 

Betrayal

 

He stormed down the stone staircase to the damp dungeons below.
‘It is my likeness carved in stone on the city walls, I am King of this Land’’
‘’It was I who led them to victory against the Crozler clan, and they defy me…’’
He threw open the large wooden door to the torture chamber and stepped inside, the walls were lined with instruments of torture, some still stained with the blood of their many victims, he chose the largest axe and hoisted it down of its hook, turning around he walked purposely towards the end of the room to where she lay, tied to the wooden wheel..
‘’You, my wife, how could you betray me ? We were meant to rule this world together..’’
Those were his final words, he never saw the sword swung at his neck by his own son.
‘’Its ok Mother, WE will rule together’’