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They soared skywards

Today’s short  story is my response to the challenge set by Maddy, over at Writing Bubble, to write a 100 word story following my recent microfiction posts. Here you go Maddy, hope you enjoy!

They soared skywards
Levilia’s wings were starting to burn. It was excruciating, but her attention was on her ashen-faced sister. “Jen…” she soothed, “it’s not the end of the world.”
Perjennimama’s lips tightened. “Well, technically Lev, it is.”
“It doesn’t have to be… Not for everyone.”
“You can’t mean…?” The younger fairy shook her head.  She knew they didn’t really have a choice.
“No. No… We can’t take Lumpy!”
“Don’t call me that, I’m not a baby anymore.” Lumpadina flew towards them. “We don’t have long.” Slowly, she reached for her sisters’ hands. “I’m ready. Really.”
Together, they soared skyward, toward the seven suns.

Image credit: Regina Lee

Image credit: Regina Lee

The mystery of the missing door

This week’s blog post is especially for Miriam Drori, who challenged me to write a 100 word story for her title:

The Mystery of the Missing Door

Deanne woke with a start and sniffed the air. Something had changed. She opened her eyes to find the TV’s stand-by light staring back at her, unblinking. She didn’t remember watching TV yesterday. Pushing the covers aside, she made her way downstairs to pick up her daily package. It wasn’t there but her door had returned. Above it, in the familiar scrawl that had frightened her all those years ago, it now said ‘You are free to leave.’ She stared, reached out for the door handle but shrank back. They had redefined her freedom.

'Door Handle' by phanlop88 at freedigitalphotos.net

Image source: freedigitalphotos.net

 

100WCGU #76 – It’s not you…

Another 100WCGU entry. This week’s prompt was …beneath the surface…

It’s not you…
‘It’s just… Well, we’re different aren’t we?’ Kayleigh shifted in her seat, as if that would make the conversation any easier.
‘But I thought…? We said..?’ Aiden’s face turned pink.
‘Sorry, I… I just don’t think we’re right for each other.’ Kayleigh looked down.
‘Ok…Well… thanks for telling me in person, anyway. I… I’d better go…’ Beneath the surface, his emotions fought for space. His chest tight, he walked away quickly, fighting the desire to look back one last time. As he turned the corner, the overflow reached his eyes.

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100WCGU #73 – The piano’s notes

I’m back! It’s been too long  since I did a 100WCGU entry but this week I was inspired by the 100WC entries and decided to give the same prompt a go myself.

The prompt this week was The notes from the piano. Here’s my effort (below):

The piano’s notes
The notes from the piano had become more aggressive. They started off sympathetic; ‘ Sadie, I know you miss Steve, I do too… Perhaps we can support each other?’ But lately they were downright threatening. After a particularly nasty note, I decided to confront it.

It looked the same, innocent and inanimate. I lifted the lid and started to play. Nothing. When I stood up, the piece Steve had been working on fell into my lap. The piano played and the music overwhelmed me. Each note made me start to believe I could one day be whole again. It was the first time I cried.

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100WCGU – Week #61: Another headache

Another headache
I woke with another headache, backache and a raging thirst. Something didn’t feel right. Not at all. As I sat up a disembodied voice spoke. ‘Good morning Nadia.’ Where was I? ‘You must be thirsty. Have a drink.’  I drank the water on my nightstand (but was it my nightstand..?) and immediately felt better.  I could hear crying coming from somewhere nearby. A baby..? Instinctively I started to move towards it but as I reached the door music started to play and I had a sudden urge to lie down and sleep. I would investigate the crying later. Perhaps tomorrow.

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100WCGU Week #59 – The edge

 

When I was younger, I had a poster on my wall that said ‘If you’re not living on the edge you’re taking up too much space.’ It was a lie. It was a poster of who I wanted to be, not who I was. While those around me were experimenting with recreational drugs I was too scared even to try (I am glad of this, now). I never did a bungee jump, never even sky-dived. I’m not afraid of death, I just don’t want to take any chances. Here though, I feel safe. The universe holds me, and I breathe.

This week I gave myself a double challenge by attempting a free write version of the 100WCGU challenge. I wrote this in 15 minutes! Please bear this in mind when commenting 😉

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Free Write Friday – Heather

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Heather stirred her coffee slowly and licked the froth from her spoon. Lost in thought, she was oblivious to the bustle around her. The lunchtime rush came and went and still she sat, nursing her drink. Some time in the early afternoon, she was distracted by a customer’s loud rant. He was complaining about rancid milk which is why he caught Heather’s attention. She’d been coming here for years and not once had they served rancid milk. She wondered what he was trying to achieve. Compensation? Hardly worth it for a free coffee. Or maybe he was some kind of mystery shopper.. But would a mystery shopper use such coarse language? She supposed it was possible, after all, they must be told to try and provoke a reaction in the baristas. She was impressed by the girl’s calm manner in dealing with him. He reminded her of that DJ she’d had a fling with last summer. What was his name…? Chris? No, Craig… He worked at Salacious Sounds and she’d met him when she’d gone to buy a record for her brother. It must have been obvious she didn’t have a clue about dubstep but he was so sweet and helpful. He was gorgeous. Bit rough though, not her usual type. She’d suggested he have elocution lessons. That didn’t go down too well. Said she was a snob. Perhaps he was right. She was glad they had stayed friends but they had come back to this argument a few times since.  Heather sighed.
‘Another latte, love?’ The barista smiled down at her
‘Oh, yes please… Can I have a slice of that carrot cake as well? I’ve been eyeing it up all afternoon and I can’t leave without trying a piece!’
‘Of course. Coming right up.’
Heather looked down at her laptop. She only had three articles to write and so far she’d written about 100 words. She cursed herself for agreeing to do the piece for Spark magazine. What did she know about diodes? It was harder than she thought it would be to sound knowledgeable on the subject. The blog piece for 8-track though, would be much easier. Perhaps she should have started with that first, just to get writing. Someone had once advised her to start with the hardest piece of work first to get it out of the way. Well, that wasn’t exactly working for her today. She put her headphones on and switched to the ‘easier’ piece.

A few hours later Heather stopped. She was surprised to see a cup of cold coffee and the remains of a carrot cake on the plate beside her. She barely remembered eating it. She had written all three articles, a blog post and started on her brother’s wedding speech. She closed her laptop and smiled. She’d treat herself to a takeaway tonight. And tomorrow. She always ordered for two as she could never bring herself to say ‘yes’ when asked ‘and is that a meal for one?’ She wasn’t sure why as she enjoyed living alone. What was it her Mum used to say? ‘If you can enjoy your own company you’ll never be lonely.’ So tonight she had a date with a takeaway for two and a dvd of Hitch. ‘I might like my own company but I wouldn’t say no to a fling with Will Smith!’ she thought to herself.
‘Heading homeward?’
‘Yep. See you tomorrow!’
Heather walked slowly out of the coffee shop, hesitating outside Salacious Sounds just long enough for Craig to notice her and wave. She smiled and waved back. ‘Drink?’ he mimed, pointing at his watch to indicate he meant later, he held up his right hand, fingers spread. Heather nodded, ‘Be back at 5 then,’ she mouthed, and half jogged back to her flat. Will Smith could wait.

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The above short story is my entry for this week’s Free Write Friday challenge. Having read it back, it took some effort not to edit this week’s piece! There is so much I would change and I think it would read better in the first person. But that’s not the point of the exercise so… If you enjoyed this story, please leave a comment below! Constructive criticism welcome as I may expand this one to something at some point in the future.

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