How could one day change your life?
Hello Inkblotters, and welcome to this, our third Friday Frenzy!
This time the theme for the challenge of “Just One Day”, and I hope you’re ready to get writing.
How can the events of a single day change a life forever? Are those events global, affecting millions of people, or so small and insignificant that nobody will even notice the changes occurring around them? What kinds of days do we remember? Weave us a tale of the day that changed your life – or your character’s life – the most.
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Written by Doishy
Frankie says Relax, or in this case, Doishy says it. Image Courtesy of wallitup.com
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A pristine white wall stood high and mighty within the centre of the sand. Despite its environment it seemed to give out an aura of utter cleanliness with the sun glaring down and reflecting on its surface. This same light caught a small droplet as it floated across the sky, a small dark spot in the air with a small red glow below it due to the light. This droplet’s journey took it to the wall where it hit and scattered itself into, almost, a star of red. This star was soon not alone and the wall become a galaxy of red and white until none of its original colour remained.
Now that we have the scene ladies and gentlemen, I shall turn off the lovely soundtrack that has been playing [music stop] and let you imagine the sound of the chainsaw whirring as it grinds its way through a mans body. Continue reading →
– The gripping conclusion to Inkblots’ two-part post The Bunyip!
Written by Terrestris Veritas
If the bunyip is anything like the mythological creature Chimera, we’re staying well away!
Image Courtesy of hermachine.com
“If I may Mr President,” a coloured man boomed in a deep voice. “I know some lore of the bunyip.”
Calumet looked surprised and gestured at the podium after a moment of hesitation. “Speak freely my boy.”
The man stumbled to the podium and grasped it tightly. Clearing his throat he said, “the bunyip are sea creatures that were thought to have become extinct long ago. They are killers.” Uproar ensued from the crowd, the harsh silence broken. After several minutes, the noise dispersed to a few grumbles, and the coloured man continued. “They cannot be killed themselves, at least not easily. Um, the only other thing I know is that there are a lot of them, at least back when they were a common animal on the land. If they were hiding since then… then I don’t know. I’m sorry.” He hung his head.
“Fear not my friends.” Calumet said with booming authority. “We have done nothing wrong. We should not be harmed by these bunyip. Now, we shall attempt to discern what we can from Jimathon’s pictures. Thebs, will you turn on the screens please?” Continue reading →
Written by Terrestris Veritas
The streets were devoid of activity, organic or electrical. Only the police corps were around, making sure that everyone who should be indoors stayed indoors. No citizen would be bold enough to defy them, since the population of this town shunned even common human contact.
The ministers and judges within the town, along with the High Town Council were in a public meeting inside the Central Hall. Citizens littered the pews and stands, while upon a stage the ministers and judges sat in a semi-circle, facing the public. In the centre, the High Town Council sat on a raised dais. A podium stood in the middle of the stage.
High Town county council president Calumet Snad stood from his seat in the centre of the stage and said, “My friends, we are gathered here today to discuss the problem that stands before us.” The crowd gasped. One man raised a hand from the pews. Calumet acknowledged it, “please wait a moment Greg, let me finish.” Greg lowered his hand. “Like I said we have a problem.” The crowd gasped again, followed by a few murmurs. Calumet ignored them. Continue reading →
Written by Blue-Eyed Devil
Could you convince a crow to part with dead man’s meat, rhymes and all?
Image Courtesy of theknowledgenow.blogspot.com
I walked along through fields of blood
To harvest conflict’s crops.
For bread and wine are just too fine;
I must steal from its corpse.
But swiftly through the darkened clouds
A crow set down to feast.
With caw of delight, it ceased its flight
And fed on dead men’s meat.
I screamed and flailed, to no avail:
“These men were brave and strong!
And yet you feast upon their eyes.
Can you not see that is wrong?”
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Written by Fantasy Girl
Mirror, mirror: In a silver landscape of ice-covered trees, a mirror stands on its own, out-of-place, lonely.
Image Courtesy of lets-not-be-perfect.blogspot.co.uk
‘A dream is a wish the heart makes!’ that’s what she always told me – my mother that is. She said, ‘we dream of the things we wish for but know will never come true.’ But my dreams do, and they always have done… she just never listened.
A mirror. That’s how it always starts. In a silver landscape of ice-covered trees, a mirror stands on its own, out-of-place, lonely. I walk up to it. It’s just a mirror, right, how much harm can it do?
Ripples come from the centre, like when you drop a pebble into a still lake. The reflection, it’s still me, but it’s moving. She smiles at me, her eyes, my eyes, silver like the forest around me; around us. She curls her index finger, slowly and deliberately with a wry smile on her face, beckoning me to follow her, and turns her back and walks away from me, her hand-held out behind her, albeit when your lover is walking behind you. I follow. Just like I always do, but I don’t know why, yet I know how this will end – A terrorist attack, a tsunami, they’ve all come true. So, I follow. But this time it’s different. Continue reading →
Written By Terrestris Veritas
Yesterday you fell.
An abnormality. Desperate to create a correlation between gravity and standing still. It failed. The ground broke away in sections of block, brick and chunk; causing you to fall deep down, further from all you knew but closer to purity of an undiscovered aspect. Yet you broke through the sky in fright, towering upwards into a void of deceit and hurt, throwing off the blanket of safety and obliviousness.
Yesterday you fell. Today you hang. Continue reading →