Friday Fictioneers: Yellow & Blue

 

 

 

Yellow & Blue

 

She had dreams to get out of this small town, make waves literally in the world. Those yellow and blue flags at the leisure centre always lifted her spirits when energy was low or she felt insecure. She turned the light off and walked to the bus stop. Her head full of the future, tired of the present.

On the bus she looked at the tattoo of a tiny yellow and blue flag on her wrist. She imaged standing on the podium with the Ukrainian flag flying as the anthem played.

Someday I will finally make my parents proud.

 

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Friday Fictioneers: Get Away From It All

 

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Get Away From It All

 

Dave liked to get away from it all. Let the smoke inhale, exhale. Releasing the tension. A place to gather his thoughts after a long day at work …

Working for the big man, part of the corporate chain.

How that smug sonofabitch looked down on me each day. With his big suit, his college education from of the big yolks, all that money behind him from Mummy and Daddy …

Today Dave had been fired. Consequently smashed his boss’ head into the table till he was no longer breathing. Dave took another pull on his cigarette, planned his escape from town.

 

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Friday Fictioneers: Help

 

 

 

 

 

 

Help

 

I wasn’t sure if I knew the difference between a Church and a Synagogue. Whether that was the cold and hunger or my ignorance I couldn’t say. The people looked after me when I came from the streets. I later found out they were Jews. I respect that one hundred per cent, they were people first. They found a lost soul and said ‘I’m here for you’.

 

They didn’t know I was a child murderer on the run but I know their response would have been the same. Help the person and ask questions later. Because this person might die.

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(This was a difficult story to write because if anyone knows me, they know that I am a massive supporter of justice and fairness so I went back and forth on what I felt the response to this person should be but I, like a lot of people can’t  leave a person to die or be without food because of anything they did. I suppose that says more about me than them. But the death penalty has been an issue I have struggled to form an opinion on (unlike most issues which I have formed opinions on in seconds) and this story has helped me realise I can’t be in favour of anyone being killed or physically hurt. I wouldn’t judge someone for thinking he, it is a he in my background story though there is many she and they with the same evil, should not be helped in any way. I’m more one side now since exploring my thoughts on this issue but I’m more borderline than some people so I completely understand if readers feel he shouldn’t be helped because there is a slight part of me that thinks the same. Want to point out that the people in the story don’t know his past and if I did, I would point the police in his direction but I would give him a sandwich first. 1 million percent I would disagree with what my character done but I’m not him. I have a conscience and I questioned myself in the writing of the piece and I couldn’t leave him in pain though I would love to have.

Sorry for the long-winded explanation. Love you all. Thanks for reading. (Both the story & the aftermath, god I sure ramble.) xx

 

 

Friday Fictioneers: A Place To Get Lost In

 

 

 

 

A Place To Get Lost In

 

He watched through the crack. The morning was just turning to afternoon on the beach. A perfect view of a gorgeous tourist spot. All blue sky and sea. A place one could get lost in their thoughts, unwind, not notice anyone or anything …

Like that random bloke last night sitting on the beach, cigarette in hand, earphones in. His first practice for his serial killer future. He never met the bloke before. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time noticing no one …

Happy that bloke’s body didn’t rise to the surface, the future serial killer walked away.

 

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Friday Fictioneers: Plans

 

 

 

 

Plans

 

Writing was like her footsteps in the snow. You make your mark, they disappear, someone else makes their marks behind you. Erasing yours, showing life as it is now.

 

That was why on that cold night as she walked from the pub, she wondered why she had been so scared to say what she felt. To create stories of real life. Not safe. To leave the bubble of her own existence and be a writer. True writers wrote about everyone and everything, didn’t they?

 

That was plan until she walked out in front of that car. And died at the scene.

 

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Friday Fictioneers: The Church

 

 

 

The Church

 

12-year-old Perry Kelly thought he might play hard man and take a few selfies inside ‘the Church that no one went to’ due to it’s reputation of ghostly Priests thinking it would be cool to show his school friends.

 

Inside it looked like any other Church. He laughed at the townsfolk.

He heard a noise and ran out the door vowing never to return.

 

Inside the Church a homeless man lit some candles for heat and wondered why a chill had came from outside. As far as he knew he was the only soul who entered here.

 

(Hope you all like my story this week. At the moment I have been so busy with my ECDL studies and with writing my book and I haven’t been keeping up with commenting on everyone’s else’s work which I apologise for and thank you all for your continued support, feedback and patience. I will catch up on all your stories as soon as I can. :-))

 

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Friday Fictioneers: Craving

Craving

She rushed from the cottage. Blood all over her clothes. His blood. It wasn’t that he was bad to her. He was what most normal people looked for. But from three,maybe four she had something in her. The urge to kill. A craving. A need. A want.

Light shone through the trees.

A police flashlight? To ruin the fun? Just the moon.

The moon shined down on her figure. Very everyday but ugly in the light. She laughed like a demon.

I’ve achieved something tonight. Forget normal. Forget compassion. The finger up to good. I have control and power.    

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