Sunday, January 26, 2014

Jodie's Whisper

"Why are you still wearing that silly cape?" Jodie asked.

Billy looked back to where Jodie sat on a large rock, the cave behind her looming like a wide-mouthed rugged beast. His fists were on his hips as he stood defiantly near the edge of a cliff looming over the small town. He was used to playing the superhero and have Jodie played the one that needed saving. The cape was a recent addition to the game, but this time, he wasn't playing any game.

"This is all part of my plan," Billy said.

"Your plan?" Jodie raised an eyebrow. "Are you planning to jump off the cliff like some crazy person?"

Billy shook his head. "I'm going to find him," he said, then turned to Jodie with a serious look. "And when I do I'm going to destroy him."

Jodie's grin faded. She rose to her feet and walked slowly toward him. "It won't make things any better."

"Maybe. But it will make me feel better."

Now standing beside Billy, Jodie placed a hand over his shoulder. "Do you really believe that?"

Billy shuddered, the whipping winds around him hurling dust into his watery eyes. At least that's what he hoped Jodie would think. "I guess not," he said solemnly, his eyes shying away toward the ground. "Guess I'd still miss you."

The winds clamed momentarily. A faint howl erupted from the cave as Jodie whispered softly into Billy's ear. "I'll always be with you."

The winds picked up speed again. A massive boulder rolled off from a curving mound nearby, partially blocking the cave opening. It was as if nature had given its fair warning over the howl of the beast, stealthily guarding the darkness that had taken Jodie, one year before that day.

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Wednesday, January 22, 2014

The Realm Watchers

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"There was evil in that horned statue," Martin said. "I felt it clenching every part of me."

"What statue? The one downtown?"

Martin nodded. "But this evil comes in many forms."

"And you encounter this evil often?"

"Yes," Martin said, staring blankly toward a window. "Grace used to see it too, but I never believed her until I started seeing it for myself--after she died."

Seated next to Martin's bedside, Dr. Nguyen tapped a pen lightly over her lips momentarily, then slowly leaned forward. "I'm sorry for your loss. Sure it's been a very difficult process for you, but you must understand that leaving the facility the way you did only puts you into more danger."

Martin shook his head. "You just don't understand."

"Oh I understand," Dr. Nguyen said, her brown eyes bulging into neon red spheres. "I understand that you've been a very naughty boy, Martin!"


This story is linked with Anonymous Legacy's Visdare , a weekly writing challenge hosted by Angela Goff.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

A Cheap Dirty Trick

"I can turn this one-dollar bill into a one-hundred-dollar bill," the magician told the homeless man he approached on the street, dangling the bill in the air in front of him.

"I don't believe you," the homeless man said skeptically.

The magician stretched the bill with both hands, blew it, and the bill instantly turned into a crisp one-hundred-dollar bill before it inexplicably vanished into thin air. "Guess the magic made it disappear!"

Feeling taunted, the homeless man took a deep flustered breath and said, "Yeah, well I can make any man look like a donkey."

"I don't believe you," the magician said, before a knee to the groin forced him to drop to his knees, the loud wail out of his mouth bearing an uncanny resemblance to the animal.

This story is linked with Six Sentence Stories where word prompt of the week is "TRICK"