Strapping the goggles to his head, Albert peered through the glass, sure he’d find the answers.
His reassured smile soon turned. With or without the goggles, the screen is still full of what seems to be hieroglyphics.
“I guess I’m too old for computers. What did he mean ‘find it through a goggle search’ anyway?”
In response to Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence fiction prompt
I call but explosions drown out my cry. I am but a soldier in a battle zone, watching my love pass away. Watching her disappear amongst air strikes I lift my glass, administering pain relief.
I lift my head to the skies losing myself in its dazzlingly beauty. There’s now no reason left to live.
Is response to Jezri’s Nightmares 55 word challenge, there were three image prompts to include; a disco ball, fireworks and a glass of red wine.
‘It’s not what you think’
Not in the mood to talk, the grip on his blade became tighter.
‘Really … it’s a simple case of miss-communication, you should’ve been included’’
Wielding the blade he lifted his arm before cutting then completely gutting all internal content.
Safe release of frustration found, opening letters during office politics
Their giggles covered all evil.
Jenny, Sarah, Peta and Simone, the chosen, formed a circle around Ruby. A circle of mock.
Ruby was new, the natural easy target.
‘Mole’ Jenny yelled.
‘You’re a dirty mole’ Peta agreed before laughter once again filled the room.
‘Sweet sixteen, what a lie’ sobbed Ruby, collapsing before the chosen.
Pachelbel’s canon filled the church, they turned as one.
To his left, his brother and best man.
The introduction now over, he was excited by movement in the foyer.
“Ready” whispered his brother.
“I hope so” he replied.
The first verse finished, then the second, before fading away like his dreams.
Her father appeared … alone.
Brutally blinding light appeared as her warmth left, suddenly and without warning. The light’s heat, welcome relief for her instantly cold skin but all she saw was white, pure void. Shivering and blind, the room spun adding vertigo to her state.
Fearfully alone, closing her eyes the only means of escape. Is this the world?
It was only then, in the utter darkness that she had become accustomed to, she could hear the voice. Not quite comprehensive but entirely familiar.
A sense of security washes over her small frame and her tiny fingers relax from their fists. Expecting a different reality, she opens her eyes.
Despite the calling and the resulting expectations, the light remains and screams escape her lips. Once again, her eyes snap shut; now desperate for the voice.
Where had it gone?
Her fear worsens, realising the only company she now had was the darkness and her cries.
They’ve spoke of this place for months now, this cannot be how the real world goes.
Welcome, my dear child; this is, how the real world goes.Then, as suddenly as it left, her warmth returns, it surrounds and lifts her up. Shivers subdue as her cries reduce to a whimper.
With this peaceful warmth, the voice came back.
Welcome, my dear child; this is how the real world goes.
Crack! And he left the room, she was safe for now.
Crumpled on the floor like dirty laundry, she sobbed. It wasn’t first, and she was sure it wouldn’t be last.
Fleeing her home and lover; she hurt more knowing that she’d be back.
The pain inflicted by violence is nothing when compared to loneliness.
Stop … the can fell as he fled.
His heart pounded as he ran along the tracks. Truth be told this is why Malcolm ‘Phoenix’ Jones tagged, for the thrill.
Scrambling onto platform, and down the other side. Here he met the 3AM city service and it was decided, his last tag would read Phoeni…
They’ve surrounded me, resistance is futile, the battle’s complete. All efforts to move induce dizziness, and with all thought of fighting the enemy long gone, I’m alone.
Heavily burdened, I lay waiting to die.
My blankets hold me captive as the sodden tissues close in. Please don’t mourn my death just remember, man flu kills.
Toes curled around the edge of the ledge and for the first time I was having second thoughts.
My Father used to say ‘I’m sick of you’, I never thought the rest of the world agreed.
I wanted to talk, but no one cared, let alone made themselves available to speak.
Falling, I am free.
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