Here are this weeks entries. Great week, fantastic entries!
Blind Challenge
The Undying Fountain
By Cara Michaels @caramichaels
By Sheilagh Lee @SweetSheil
Broken Hopes
My muscles congealed further with every step he took closing the gap between us. I grasped the brick wall behind me and leaned on it for support. Those eyes were golden like fresh fireworks and they were looking right at me. I remembered him from the party
He approached and a small smile curved his red-macabre-lips.
“You don’t look ravished at all.” He laughed.
“Was I supposed to be?” I coughed out.
He leaned in mere inches away from my face. Fear pulsed through my body as I smelt the fresh oils on his skin. I hoped it was paint, yet it looked so real.
His lips crushed on mine smearing red liquid across my lips. My tongue lapped over the remnants tasting of metallic tang.
“You smell of human.” He pulled away.
“I am human…” I wasn’t sure I should’ve responded when the look in his eyes darkened.
“You’ve crushed my hopes.” His finger runs along the boning of my trashed wedding dress.
It used to be perfect, the dress, before tonight. Hallows Eve seemed like the perfect night to rip it to shreds, roll in the dirt with it and jump in the cold river to wash away the memories. Who would care about noticing a distressed wedding dress among the zombies and super heroes roaming the streets? I could go un-noticed in my anguish, I thought. But I didn’t expect to be confronted on my way back home soaking wet and staring into the still honeyed eyes of this man.
“We’re even then.” I smiled awkwardly revealing my equally crushed hopes.
“Not quite.” He pulled me close and tilted my head. He nuzzled deep into my neck whispering, “Tonight you give me a new vow. One that can not be broken.”
300 words
@theglitterlady
Death summoned me, and I welcomed Her embrace.
I'd dealt in the games of life and death, cheating the latter so often that She claimed me with brutal vengeance.
My voice gave out before my screaming.
Trapped in the wreck of my dying form, I watched him poke at me. Please end this. I’d soiled myself and my innards painted the room in bloody bits of tissue and bone.
The pain shrieked through me, drawing a silent cry from me.
My body twitched, a danse macabre of involuntary movement that made him smile.
Let me die.
Not yet, She whispered.
Fear pulsed through my veins, a tattooed beat in time with my heartbeat. Forgive me, Father, for I have—
Sinned? She finished. Yes, you have. That black hole you call your soul needs to offer up a bit more than repentance. You want forgiveness? You start here. Now.
You take the place of the one you would have traded for more life.
Now you suffer.
Her silky laugh brought tears to my eyes.
He noticed and renewed his devotion to my death. He prodded. Sliced. Cut.
Dear God, please don’t let me last.
God won’t help the likes of you.
He captured my blood in small vials, a reverent collector of life. The ruby draughts congealed, the color deepening as they cooled. He filled one case, then two, and still I bled freely.
Sticky fingers stroked my hair.
"Oh, you are precious," he sighed. "So giving."
Quaint to see this side of your little game, isn’t it? Death said. You are his captive fountain of life now.
How long? I asked, the pain overwhelming all other thought.
Until you save as many lives as you sacrificed, She whispered. Seven hundred years of life... You have quite a debt to settle.
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═══Speed Challenge
Trick or Treat
Fear pulsed through her veins and she hid behind a gravestone it was coming... whatever it was. Fog was rolling in great all she needed was to be able to see less. Stupid teens, thought it was macabre. That’s probably all it was dares for Devil’s Night.
“I’m going to kick over a gravestone come help me Fred.”
That was it I might let them come into the graveyard but I was not going to let them destroy it.
“Trick or treat boys” I screamed
They paled and ran sometimes it’s good to be a ghost.
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To Dance Forever
By Siobhan Muir @SiobhanMuir
The Dance Macabre; the dance of death. I’d never seen it. Visiting cemeteries at this time of year was something my Spanish teacher in high school liked to do for Dia de los Muertos, but no fear pulsed through my veins then. Nothing happened in cemeteries. They were full of dead people. Big deal.
But that night with mists wafting off the cooling grounds, I caught sight of a pair of apparitions wheeling between the headstones in a stately waltz and rare excitement and wonder zinged through me. The couple winked at me as they passed, then they were gone.
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Classic Challenge
To Dance Forever
By Siobhan Muir @SiobhanMuir
“Macabre? Why does everything in October have to be nasty and congealed for the flash fiction challenges?” I shook my head as I clicked on the different links. “Same stuff, different blog.”
“Oh come on, it’s not that bad,” my sister remarked.
“Says you who LOVES the dark and slightly frightening.”
“What, did you only want to write about flowers and butterflies?” Linda scoffed as she typed another 100 entry like a pro.
“No, but it’s all the same, you know? Dead things and blood. What about the more mystical?”
“Fine. There’s always cemeteries.”
I sighed. “Yeah, cemeteries and ghosts.” I grabbed my coat and car keys.
The Dance Macabre; the dance of death. I’d never seen it. Visiting cemeteries at this time of year was something my Spanish teacher in high school liked to do for Dia de los Muertos, but no fear pulsed through my veins then. Nothing happened in cemeteries. They were full of dead people. Big deal.
But tonight in the mists wafting off the cooling grounds, I caught sight of a pair of apparitions wheeling between the headstones in a stately waltz and rare excitement and wonder zinged through me. The couple winked at me as they passed, then they were gone.
I sat down with the thump, ignoring the damp soaking into the butt of my jeans. Wow, how cool was that? I rested my chin on my knees and wondered what it’d be like to be loved like that; loved so much my honey would dance with me through the mists of death.
“I’ve missed you, dearest.”
I twisted around at the hollow voice and stared into night sky eyes of a handsome man dressed in a tailcoat and cravat.
“You’ve missed me?” I squeaked.
He brushed my cheek gently. “Shall we dance?”
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Don't Mess With That Chick
They locked him the catacombs under the city almost a century ago. The workers were kind enough to release and give him sustenance. He ripped their throats out and feasted on their hearts and livers; the rest he left congealing in the coolness of his underworld.
He emerged from underground. He knew the ones that locked him away would be long gone; he would know the descendents when he smelled them. She smelled like her grandmother. He watched her for hours, dreaming of the macabre dance they would have. She felt nefarious eyes burning into her soul. She stepped into her house; a strong earthy smell filled the air. A strong arm crooked around her throat, darkness enshrouded her vision.
She woke in a cold, dim room. He stood behind her. Fear pulsed through her veins as she gingerly stood and turned, facing her stalker. She knew him immediately from the stories her grandparents told. She shrieked denial into the darkness and leapt forward, kicking him in the face. He staggered backward and chuckled. She had spark. Again, she kicked. He grabbed her leg. Her head crashed into the floor, stars exploded in her vision. He released her leg and crouched over her.
Without a second thought, she kicked her legs into his crotch. He gasped. She rolled as he fell. She stood, looking hurriedly around. A few pipes lay on the floor in the corner. She ran over and grabbed one. As she turned, she felt him behind her. She swung the pipe, making contact. She recoiled and launched the pipe into his head again, knocking him to the floor. She beat the pipe into his skull repeatedly, until the congealed mess of his brain oozed out. She sniffed and dropped the pipe. The clang echoed in the chamber.
300 Words
@ChuckWesJ
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By Stevie McCoy @theglitterlady
He approached and a small smile curved his red-macabre-lips.
“You don’t look ravished at all.” He laughed.
“Was I supposed to be?” I coughed out.
He leaned in mere inches away from my face. Fear pulsed through my body as I smelt the fresh oils on his skin. I hoped it was paint, yet it looked so real.
His lips crushed on mine smearing red liquid across my lips. My tongue lapped over the remnants tasting of metallic tang.
“You smell of human.” He pulled away.
“I am human…” I wasn’t sure I should’ve responded when the look in his eyes darkened.
“You’ve crushed my hopes.” His finger runs along the boning of my trashed wedding dress.
It used to be perfect, the dress, before tonight. Hallows Eve seemed like the perfect night to rip it to shreds, roll in the dirt with it and jump in the cold river to wash away the memories. Who would care about noticing a distressed wedding dress among the zombies and super heroes roaming the streets? I could go un-noticed in my anguish, I thought. But I didn’t expect to be confronted on my way back home soaking wet and staring into the still honeyed eyes of this man.
“We’re even then.” I smiled awkwardly revealing my equally crushed hopes.
“Not quite.” He pulled me close and tilted my head. He nuzzled deep into my neck whispering, “Tonight you give me a new vow. One that can not be broken.”
300 words
@theglitterlady
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