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Listen & Write: Hot N Cold

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This week Ermilia has provided us with ‘Listen & Write’ a spin-off from Picture It & Write. The song was Hot N Cold by Katy Perry (a singer a despise) which I felt suited a bad break up story. If you’d like to join in the link to Ermilia’s blog is here.

                                                                                                                                                                                

Drip drop, drip drop the ominous dripping of water signified a pipe leakage, Sara took no notice of it as she back away from the man she thought she once knew. Her memories of him contained a soft faced man who’s delicate caress sent tendrils of adoration to her heart and took root. Sara wanted to see that man again, wanted to feel his loving touch, to hear his kind words brushing the back of her neck.

The man advancing on her now was not that man, he was deranged, foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog with his mane of bedraggled hair falling about his face as he approached, snarling. This was not the man she had cast aside six months ago, unaware of the hatred that would form for her.

“Please, don’t hurt me Matt,” Sara pleaded, feeling the cold steel pipes make contact with her back, she was cornered, nowhere to run, no one to call out for.

“Don’t hurt you? Like you didn’t hurt me,” Matt snarled, his lips contorting into a crazed smile, feeling her fear so strongly he could smell it.

“Matt please, I didn’t know, I…”

“Matt please…” He mimicked, throwing back his head and cackling demonically, “Of course you knew Sara,”

“I didn’t love you anymore, I didn’t want to pull you along.” She said, remembering the last weeks of their relationship and how she’d carried his love without fueling herself with her own.

“Why not?” Matt asked, his mud brown eyes welling with tears, he fell to his knees and began to cry. Sara watched and remembered Matt’s abnormal way of switching emotions very quickly, the doctor had said he was bi-polar.

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Friday Fictioneer’s: Sharp Ends, Part 3

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Sharp Ends Series: /Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 /

Here is this weeks’s prompt from Madison Wood’s Friday fictioneers, found here. It is also the third part in my ‘Sharp Ends’ series, so enjoy.

 

 

 

Barbed wire bit at her wrists, it held her captive, teaching her a lesson for what she had done. Fear and guilt also held her prisoner, weighing her down like a concrete block.

He circled her like a cobra, waiting to strike with his verbal vemon. In his hand the knife glinted cruely, the moonlight made it wink nefariously. She imagined fur growing from his body as he transformed into a werewolf under the eyes of the full moon, but he didn’t.

In her hand she grasped a sharp-edged stone, sawing at her bindings, she felt a boost of confidence swell inside her as she held the weapon. Would the same confidence remain when she attacked though? Could she actually kill the man she really loved? 

Friday Fictioneer’s: Sharp Ends, Part 1

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Sharp Ends Series: /Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 /Part 7 /

So it’s thursday again,

time for friday fiction, if you

want to join, click Here, for

more information.

 

 

 

 

Century old wood, groaned beneath her feet as she climbed the arthritic stairs onto the porch of the derelict house. She pried the door open, gripping the barbed wire in her beautifully manicured hands, ready to pounce on her prey.

The hallway was empty of life, except for the rats in the walls and the termites making their homes in the floor. Faded wallpaper, which had been popular in the seventies, latched onto the walls with their last curling fingers.

She entered the lounge and saw him sitting in a mouldy couch with springs sticking out like castle defences. Slowly, she edged forward until she was close enough, before throwing the barbed wire around his neck and tugging tightly.

He straggled briefly, his relaxed, unready muscles not filled with strength to stop her, the wire sunk deeper until he stopped flailing, his last words filled the room.

“I loved you…..”

Friday Fictioneer’s: Sharp Ends, Part 2

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Sharp Ends Series: /Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/Part 4/ Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 /

This week I decided not to name my characters, and I have also attempted a little romance, which I have never done before. Hope you enjoy, constructive criticism is welcome!

Sun seeped through the canopy as the forest began to fall away, ahead she saw the last threads of the forest cut by the farm’s fence line.

A man appeared from behind a tree, frightening her with his dazzling smile. She smiled herself, a glow of love flickering in the embers of her hazel eyes. The man drew close and cradled her in a warming hug, resting his chin on her head adoringly.

“Tell me the truth or you’ll go the same way they did.” He suddenly snarled, pulling out a knife and pointing it in the direction of the fence where a bundle of barbed wire hung. Her throat tightened sickeningly, as she remembered using the barbed wire on her victim.

“How did you find out?” She whispered.