Forging ahead with fictional endeavours: ~ Write a life on a page and hurry not to its grave; abhor not the coming age, for eternal is the next page. ~ Read what you will, I hope you will enjoy reading as much as I do writing.

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Good kids

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This one is for Monday’s finish the story. Not much to say about this one; I’ve a bloody headache and several real world problems to sit in the corner and grumble about. Much rather write though.

“They finally made their escape.”

Tires screeched and gears grinded as Dan developed a sudden case of lead foot. Houses whipped past he broke several road laws in desperation to leave suburbia behind. Hazel hung on for dear life as they drifted around corners.

“Why the hell did I let you talk me into it!” Dan cursed, narrowly avoiding a collision with an SUV. “What was I supposed to do?! They’re my Family!” Hazel retorted, slamming her palm into the dashboard as she jerked forward. “Family?! Switch them with raccoons and it would be an improvement!” He grumbled.

“They can’t help it! They don’t have your posh background!” Hazel shouted defensively.

“And, that excuses their sniping about my job?-” “Dan.” “-While your mother drinks their money and your brothers insinuate about dirty dealings in My company?” “DAN!”

“WHAT?!”

“We forgot the kids!”

“Fantastic, that’ll teach ’em.”

Runaway

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This piece has been inspired by the photo prompt.  I have borrowed it from Picture it and Write. After 5 edits I finally got it down to only 5 words over the upper limit. I couldn’t actually bear to cut any more out. I got to the point where I felt I would lose impact rather then improve the story.  As always, please feel free to leave constructive criticism.

The Runaway

Abby huddled into the scavenged blanket. Wet from the rain; it was ice. Abby huffed into her palms, pleased with futile warmth. A discontented glance at her woollen hat informed Abby that tonight would be spent in the shelter. Abby daydreamed of hot showers and warm rooms as the pennies winked mockingly under street lights. Her ‘earnings’ were barely enough for a hot drink…

It was a wretched lifestyle. In a bitter realization Abby knew it wasn’t miserable. Misery was living with Her. Abby choose the freedom of uncertainty over oppressive manipulation; infrequent, random harassment over certain abuse. Unbidden, the memories stirred; smiling faces from before Her time taunting Abby. She imagined her brother, Callum, looming over her. Ah~ now I’m hallucinating. “I found you,” He said. Is he crying? Callum’s strong arms settled around her wet shoulders with her sense of reality. “Come home. Pa is worried.” He was so warm. Abby’s resolve snapped.

The lion and wolf.

This one got re-written so many times. But I feel it was worth the effort. I’m actually kind of proud of this one now. Ironically, the inspiration for this was from a rather sad dream I had. Seriously, almost woke up in tears!

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Lion and wolf

Tip of an iceberg
Feelings unknown.
The lion roams far from home.

Lion, he spoilt the kit,
Left the fridge neat and labeled,
But forgot the food on the table.

The wolf howled,
Feelings flung to the moon,
For her, a bitter farewell.

Though the parting was long pass;
The lion roamed in the grass
And the wolf followed the moon,
Both believing their meeting inopportune.

The wolf watched an iceberg drift
lion’s feelings buried deep with in.
That which she would never know,
only descendants could ever show.

No longer bound
By love and label
The wolf left the kitchen table.

The kit, now a cub,
Grew wild and free,
Lion but a distant memory.

Ill-fated meeting
As planets aligned
Too different in nature
For paths to remained entwined.

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