”so close and yet so far” she said to herself.
”so close and yet so far” she said to herself.
Why did i do it? What was the purpose?
Each week a photo is used as a prompt to get your creative juices flowing. Write a story of around 200 words with inspiration coming from that photo.
This weeks inspired photo is below.
For more info or to take part, follow the link here
Fall of the City
Agranola Fled down the steps of the Banqueting hall, running in the direction of the dungeons.
The city around her was crumbling. The Agracian army was strong and the cities defenses could not repel their attacks.
The only person who could help was Mustella, her love..
Suddenly there was a deafening roar from above, as Cerpi, the agracian attack dragon, swooped from the sky, destroying everything in his path with fire.
The house of worship was split in two with an earth shattering crash, people fled in every direction trying to get to safety, but there would be no safe place in the city on this night.
Agranola ran faster, her heart beating so hard she thought it may explode. She reached the entrance to the dungeon just as another blast of fire illuminated the night sky, the castle watchtower crashed to the ground.
The entrance was unguarded; all the soldiers had been called to defend their king.
She stopped briefly inside the dungeon hallway to let her eyes adjust to the darkness,
“Mustella” she called “where are you?”
She heard him, a faint mumble from the end cell. As she made her way long the row, she noticed that the other cells had been emptied of their prisoners. The stench of damp and dirty flesh was unbearable but she carried on.
Mustella was in the end Cell, the door lay open, but he sat huddled in the corner.
She ran to him and threw her arms around his broad shoulders. “Mustella, we must flee, we must leave now, before its too late”
She lifted his head towards her eyes, she did not recognize the man looking back at her, blood and tears stained his once handsome face, his hair was chopped short and his eyes were sunken in his head,
“Agranola” he said, with a sadness in his voice “It is already too late”
Hope you enjoyed it
Went a bit over with the word count
They followed the buffaloes and their babies along the trail heading into the woods
The herd was moving at pace and Emmet was struggling to keep up with the weight of the camera and all the gear in the backpack. The sun was high in the sky and the heat was intense. He paused for a second to wipe sweat from his eyes,
Ruth turned and shot him a dirty look ”’come on Emmet, we are gonna lose them” she whispered loudly.
They had been tracking this particular herd across Yellowstone for the past 2 days.Emmet still had not acclimatized to the heat, only arriving from Ireland 6 hours before the two of them had embarked on their journey, Ruth had moved here from Ireland with her dad when she was 5.
Ruth stopped so suddenly that Emmet ran right into her back and they both ended up in a heap on the ground.
“What the Hell Emmet, watch where you are going will you” she yelled, picking herself up of the ground.
“Jeez, Ruth. No point yelling at me, I’m running to try and keep up and you just suddenly”
He looked up at her and stopped talking, Ruth was standing staring out into the clearing where the Buffalo had went.
She had a look of pure terror on her face, frozen to the spot.
“What’s going on?” he had started to say but Ruth suddenly turned around and jumped to the ground, dragging him down with her,
“Don’t say a word” she whispered, “don’t move a muscle”
Emmet crawled towards the edge of the clearing to see what had scared Ruth so badly.
The last of the buffalo were making there way forward into the trees. But that’s not what caught his eye. At the tree line on the other side of the clearing, Barely 50 meters away, Emmet could make out a man, dressed in a police uniform, there was another person lying at his feet.
The man in the uniform held a knife in his hand,
He raised the knife above his head and brought it crashing down into the body. Emmet recoiled in horror.
“Ruth, we have to get out of here” he whispered
“He saw me Emmet, he saw me.” She was obviously in shock
“Who saw you Ruth? Who is that?” Emmet had her by the shoulders now, trying to get her to speak.
“It’s my Father Emmet, that’s my Father”
Emmet began to crawl back in the direction they had come, “We have to tell someone, I have to get to a phone”.
Suddenly Ruth grabbed his leg,
Emmet stopped and turned his head “Ruth!! What the hell?”
Ruth lay on the ground, a gun pointed at him
“You can’t tell anyone Emmet, that’s my Father”
Well over the 200 words,but I got carried away
Each Monday, it’s time to finish the story. The photo from Barbara Beacham above is the media prompt. This week, stories must begin with, “They followed the buffaloes and their babies along the trail heading into the woods.” It’s up to us writers to run with it from there. This is my answer to the challenge. Look here to find what others wrote: https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2015/04/20/mondays-finish-the-story-april-20th-2015/
I stand alone,
I look around and survey the damage.
Cars are lying everywhere, some upside down, some broken.
One sticking out the front window of the fire-station.
But its quiet,
Oh so quiet.
Hard to believe the mayhem that surrounded me just up to an hour ago.,
It had all started this morning,
Just after 8am, the first gentle sounds that would soon grow to the deafening roar of an ensuing cyclone, ripping up everything in its path.
But its quiet now,
I survey the damage,
The kitchen is filled with unwashed dishes and the remains of an uneaten meal, a cupboard door hangs by one hinge, The floor in the hallway still wet from the flooding, soaking wet towels lay in the bath, a reminder of the massive clean up job earlier.
But its oh so quiet.
I tiptoe around debris, making my way down the hallway.
Listening, I hear the peaceful sounds of slumber emanating from the bedroom.
Here is my take on Angela Goff‘s Visdare Challenge.
Water Way to Go
Hannah stood at the edge of the lake. The bank on the other side was hidden from view by the mist that seemed to surround her all of a sudden. She suddenly felt cold, her wet clothes stuck to her and her teeth chattered uncontrollably.
”Petra” she called out ”this isn’t funny”
”Where are you”
She clambered across the sharp rocks on the waterline, trying to make her way to dry ground, trying desperately to see clearly through the mist.
Petra had begged her for a picnic by the Lake,
”Please” she had said, ”it will be fun”
Hannah knew she shouldn’t leave the castle grounds. Her father, the King had warned her about the danger these times presented. Hannah eventually gave in, it was a hot day after all. Perhaps a dip in the cool water would be nice.
Then Petra disappeared.
Hannah turned as she heard footsteps behind her….
Word Count 152
Smoke poured from the house next door.
People ran, screaming from the building, women clutching small children to their breast, men running with buckets, blood and dust covering their bodies, desperately trying to extinguish a fire that already had taken a strong hold.
Another bang as the gas tank exploded, glass shattering, more screams from the women as the reality hit, their home would not last the night.
Calum turned away from his window, pulling the blind shut as he did.
He made his way to the kitchen, turning up the volume on the radio to drown out the noise.
“Bloody Neighbours” he muttered, “that’ll teach them”.