Alone in the Night

Here is another flash fiction. The picture prompt was a dark abandoned house.

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It sat alone, a memory of the night it all changed. Once happy voices echoed, but now only wind whistled through broken windows. Once feet danced and scurried, now only dead leaves scuttled and mice dashed across buckled floorboards.

How long had it been since the house had known life and love? Since it had known death and blood, shivering with the screams of its dying occupants?

Though its doors were sturdy, its windows locked, its walls a haven against the dangers outside, it could do nothing against the killer within, the one who lived inside those four walls, who’d grown there, twisted, dark, angry, waiting for something to take its fury out on…

If only the house could have stopped him, could have warned the others, but alas, it stood helpless, sheltering the slaughter, hiding it from public view, so the it was days before anyone found the bodies and the message painted on the wall in scarlet, a final curse to any who dared to read it. The smell lingered long after the remains were taken away, and the feeling of dark dread was even worse, permeating the very woodwork. Is it any wonder that it sits now, like a dark scar on the landscape, forlorn, unloved, abandoned, but never, ever, forgotten?

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It actually makes me feel sad…Poor house.

Have a flash fiction-y kinda day!

Jo ๐Ÿ™‚

The Dark – Flash Fiction

I wrote this for another writing prompt in the street team. The photo was a bench in the dark, surrounded by misty trees.

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Mary sat alone on the bench. Cocooned by trees, bare autumn branches hung overhead and scratched the night around her. A single leaf shivered, the last of the season before winterโ€™s chill declared victory.

Mary pulled her purse against her thigh, nervous eyes darting around the silent park. It seemed suddenly too quiet, too dark, as if the blackness was a palpable entity, a monster waiting to devour her.

Like the stories so many children whispered about.

Sheโ€™d grown up on them, shared them, joked about them. Death Park theyโ€™d called it as teenagers, based on urban legends with no substance. Now, an adult, sheโ€™d long dismissed the stories, had even forgotten about them.

Until this moment.

Now, waiting for someone who was obviously never coming to meet her, those stories came to mind again. The black, swirling something that killed. What had been a childhood joke now seemed real, palpable.

Why did I agree to meet him here?

She checked her watch a final time. It had been over an hour of waiting. Sheโ€™d been pretty sure heโ€™d called her here to end things, to tell her that he loved his wife and children more than her and the baby in her womb. This seemed the ultimate proof.

Maybe it would be better if some strange thing killed me.

As though summoned by her thoughts, the dark moved closer, tighter, constricting, choking the bench and its occupant. Mary shivered and pulled her coat tighter, as if that could keep the night out. But it couldn’t. Nothing could keep out the cold fingers of dread that snaked under her protective layer, tendrils of terror that wrapped around her, choking out her breath, wrapping around her heart, until the dark was all she could see.

It was a neighborhood child that found her the next morning, cold and stiff, hands still clamped to her coat. Though the coroner wrote heart attack on the paperwork, he knew the truth; she was another victim of the darkness, taken by the night.

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Not much else to say because I am scheduling this ahead of time. I can only assume I’m having a good week. Or at least an okay week. I know I won’t be sitting on park benches alone in the dark.

Have a stay-away-from-creepy-parks kinda day!

Jo ๐Ÿ™‚

More Habi Makeover Fun!

I posted Quickness last night, which means I need to post Clucky tonight. You can’t just post one and not the other! If you’re interested in joining us, you can find our Facebook group at https://www.facebook.com/groups/214571172638649/ย . We’re always looking for more people who want to have fun playing with their pets!

And, while I am on the topic of pets, there’s anther pet game I’ve discovered called Bitty Pals. I have a duck there named Dibble. I’ll get into it another time, though.

Have a your-digital-pet-is-ten-years-old kinda day!

Jo ๐Ÿ™‚

Habi Makeover Fun!

The habi makeover community site is down now. Never fear, that is not the end! The website still works to download the program, and we’ve moved our community to Facebook! That means Clucky, Quickness, and all the little pets are still getting happy new habitats!

In light of that, I thought I’d share some of those happy habitats. this is my pet Quickness, that I took over from Jonathan yeeeeeaaaaarrrrrs ago. As in, back on MySpace. Yeah. That long ago.

To keep this from displaying in an obnoxious way, I’m using the thumbnail grid, but they are worth clicking on and scrolling through at the larger size if you like these kind of things like I do.

And now I am off. Have a turtle-in-a-monster-mask kinda day!

Jo ๐Ÿ™‚

Flash Fiction: Counting the Stars

I wrote this for a picture prompt in my street team (Heather takes over on Mondays and posts writing prompts). This was to a photo with a bright golden glow in a dark sky. I think it was really sunset behind dark storm clouds, buuuuuuuut….

Who wants to write that? ๐Ÿ˜‰

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Counting Stars

The heavy night lay like any other. Crickets chirped in tall grass, frogs sang their symphonies. The girl lay in the graveyard, alone, counting the stars. Little did she know how apropos her location was – not even when the bright ball exploded in the sky; a fire flower blossoming, spreading its petals wide, then wilting to leave behind thick roiling clouds of smoke – smoke laced with the scent of death, the future screams of the dying, the cries of fear as the radiation permeated everything.

But hose moments were still the future and, in those precious seconds before it came to pass, those silent minutes, the girl lay in the grass, surrounded by old tombstones, counting the stars as they exploded behind her blinded eyes, waiting for an end she hadn’t known was coming.

An end to everything

***

Good times.

No AR photos because I’m lazy. I have a few to look through, but I’ve been busy getting Tales from the Executioners, Volume Two finished up for publication. I uploaded it today, so I’m just waiting for links to filter through so I can start pushing it on everyone I ever met. Ha ha!

Have a the-book-is-published kinda day!

Jo ๐Ÿ™‚

Water, Water Everywhere

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I’m late posting this for various reasons , which I’ll get into in another post. In the meantime, the Midwest is experiencing record river levels, levee breaches, and flooding. Villisca has been okay, but a lot of towns near us haven’t been. Red Oak had some flooding on Thursday which has now receded.

Stay dry, everyone!

Jo ๐Ÿ™‚

A Coupa AR…

Yeah, I fell off the blig wagon over the weekend. We got the sink fixed, did some KH1.5, watched some movies, etc etc. Nothing too exciting. Want to see Captain Marvel still but this Saturday is Raquaza day, so we’re heading to Des Moines, so might not get to. We’ll see.

In other news, here’s a couple AR shots.

I took those Friday since our snow is now melting away. (Boo!)

Speaking of melting, it’s made for a weird texture.

I thought it was fun, anyway. Also on Friday, the bluffs outside Council Bluffs.

And as a final goodbye, take a look at these cupcakes from Sam’s club. The lemon was good, and the strawberry was not bad. Mom had the coconut ( the bro and I split the other two) so no idea how it tasted, but she seemed happy.

And now I’m off. Have a cupcake kinda day.

Jo ๐Ÿ™‚

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