Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Two New Flash Pieces

These are two new flash stories I've written recently. I posted them on Bubblews so I can't repost them here, but I can put the links for y'all to read if you like. One of the stories is a sweet story. Yes, I managed to write a story and not kill anybody!

Love in the Afternoon:

Salad Days:

I hope y'all enjoy the stories.

Friday, September 13, 2013

Boxed In

“What the hell?”

Ryan sat up and wiped the blood from his eyes. He tried to stand, but the dizziness forced him back down. By the time his head quit swimming, red covered his eyes again. He tore a piece of his shirttail off and wrapped it around the gash in his skull. From the amount of blood, Ryan thought he was going to need stitches. First things first, Bub, he thought. You have to figure out what’s going on and where you are.

Ryan looked around the room but it offered no clues. It was a small, box-like structure. No door, no windows, no openings in the floor or hatches in the ceiling. The only other thing in the room besides him was an ornate metal box. He crawled toward the box, but when he got there he found there was no way to open it. The box was solid with no lid or catch.

He picked the box up and shook it. He even threw it against the wall, but it did no good. If it held the key to his getting out, Ryan had no idea how to get to it.

His strength zapped from fighting with the box, Ryan rested against the wall. He knew there had to be a way out of the room. Someone had put him in there and they didn’t just walk through walls. If his head would quit hurting, Ryan was sure he could figure it out. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem like the pain was going away any time soon. 

After a few minutes, Ryan pushed to his feet. He had to lean on to the wall to stand, but he managed. Concentrating through the pain, he worked his way around the room, testing the walls for hidden passages or openings. There was nothing. Just walls.

“Let me out of here!” he screamed. “Dammit, whoever you are, let me out!” He yelled and pounded his fists against the walls to no avail. The only thing he accomplished was wearing himself out.

Ryan slid down the wall and sat. He had just closed his eyes when a prickle of dread passed through him. Before he could react, the box came hurdling toward him.
Ryan sat up and wiped blood from his eyes. He looked around the small room. His eyes rested on the ornate metal box. “What the hell?”

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

From the Mouths of Babes

This story was written off this photo prompt from Pinterest:

“I don’t want to go in there.”

Karen sighed and unfastened Jacob’s seatbelt. “It’s just a building, baby, it’s not going to hurt you.”

Jacob didn’t know why his mom couldn’t see it. The building itself was scared, and if the building was scared, then Jacob wasn’t going near it.

 He held on tight when his mom tried to get him out of the seat. His mom pulled and pulled, but Jacob wouldn’t let go. 

“Honey, please,” his mom begged. “You have to go inside and talk with Dr. Kurt.”

“Why can’t we go to his other office?” Jacob asked.

“He moved, honey. This is his first day here. He doesn’t have the other office anymore.”

“He shouldn’t have done that,” Jacob said and peeked at the building again. 

Karen wasn’t sure what to do. She knew Jacob shouldn’t miss his appointment because that always set him back, but she didn’t want to manhandle him out of the car either. Finally, she decided that she would go inside the building and get the doctor to come out and help with Jacob. It wasn’t the greatest solution, but the parking lot seemed secluded, and it was in a good part of town. She hoped Jacob would be fine until she came back out.

When Karen told Jacob she was going in to get the doctor he went crazy. He clawed at her arms trying to keep her from leaving; screaming that he building was scary. “It’s okay, Jacob,” Karen soothed. “I’ll be fine. You’ll see.”

Karen finally managed to free herself from her frantic son. She made sure he locked the door behind her and squared her shoulders. Sometimes, dealing with Jacob’s issues was harder than others. Karen hoped the doctor would be able to help calm him today. 

She looked back one last time and then opened the door. Jacob watched in terror as she was sucked inside. The last thing he saw of his mother was her fingers as she tried to hold on to the side of the building. Her screams reached him inside the car when the door to the building swung shut.