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Flash Fiction – The Fall of Terra

I’d read it on the newsfeeds, watched the reports; I never thought it would come to this certainly not in my life time.

Reporters stuttering as they themselves didn’t believe what they were reading in front of them.  I remember being sat in History lessons learning of ancient myths of world wars ending humanity, but it carried on.  The fear of “The Millennium Bug” causing the world to stop turning, but again, humans lived to tell a funny tale.

Time and time there were rumours, where the next day it was laughed about and then forgotten only now, now there was a real fear. I could hear the screams piercing through my crystal made windows, little explosions lighting the streets outside. I still wasn’t sure if this was the real deal, as I said before I had read up on so many ‘threats’ in years gone by, all I could think of was we would wake up in the morning, a normal day.  I didn’t ever recall reading about explosions or real terror, just speculation; was it really like back then?

Was it all a bit of fun?

Or was it something just to keep us on our toes?

Well it most certainly was doing that.

Fearful and feeling lonely I stepped out; I couldn’t bear the sound of the intense screaming and shouting that was happening outside of my home. Opening the door I could see small fires spread almost evenly along the road, whatever was coming for us knew what it was doing. There were rumours of an Okarnagan resurgence; zombie plague fears, was it some kind of religious cult? Should I be praying for a place somewhere nice and sunny, I didn’t know.

I felt surprisingly calm, with the belief, “It’ll never happen to me”.

Walking down the street carelessly watching the fancy triangular hover-vehicles’ crash spontaneously into sides of buildings, some ricocheted off, others melting into the foundations leaving behind only red mist.  The smell stung my nose somewhat.  There seemed to be people everywhere, buildings half destroyed, this was real.  The sky began changing, looked like many different colours, vibrant greens, medium purples; a reflection somehow.

As I turned to look, a woman; a stranger took my hand and held it tight; I could feel her shaking through my scared clammy skin, could she see the future?  Did she know what was happening?  I opened my mouth to speak to her, but the noise that surrounded us was deafening.  The sky darkened, my heart which was beating dramatically not so long ago, seemed to calm itself within my frame, a false calm.

An eclipse was coming, I still felt in denial, this wasn’t real the woman stood next to me was in keeping with everyone else. Her eyes wide with fear, someone else’s hand grabbed my other hand a circle was formed, stillness surrounded us.

Darkness fell.

“It’ll never happen to me.”

 

Flash Fiction – Ruins

Walking through a red-bricked building, a building I recognised but I couldn’t quite grasp what it was. I knew where I was but I felt lost. As I walked around with my husband, it soon became apparent I was at the hospital. Corridors, there were doors everywhere. They still didn’t look completely recognisable.
We could hear a baby crying, it wasn’t a loud cry, all of the doors we tried were locked or had nothing behind them.
The cry remained at the same volume no matter which direction we stood, where we walked the crying followed.
We found an unlocked door leading to a room full of incubators.
The door behind us slammed shut, we tried the door but it had locked too. Leaving us trapped in the room.
The incubators were empty.

The cot cards all said her name, but there were nurses to each incubator, tending to an empty plastic box. It was confusing. Nurses looked at us, pity eyes. Heads were shaking. Yet nobody moved from their spot. Another door at the other side of the room was slightly open.
Heads down we made a run for it.
The door led to the outside, open air.
But it wasn’t what we were expecting.
As we turned to look at the building, it was a crumbling ruin. Nothing seemed in one piece, rubble replaced the corridors we had not long left behind.
The door we’d used was the only thing that remained standing.
Incubators smashed on the floor, cot cards were strewn from the wind.
There was no explosion, no earthquake.
This thing happened; nothing was the same as it was five minutes ago.

We tried to run, but the rubble was surrounded by metal fences, high with barbed wire circling the top.
The further we went the more fences appeared. It was never-ending.
The building seemed a distance away, the crying baby remained.
No matter how we tried there was no escaping.
We were stuck.
We fell to the floor, heavy with defeat, the night sky drew in.
Our eyes closed, simply because there was nothing else for them to do.

When we woke, the sky was grey but bright. The rubble and fences were still there, but the ruin looked somewhat beautiful.
Daffodils stood in front of the door, they’d also replaced the broken incubators.
Everything was the same but different too.
Escaping was still not an option.
I wake up.

Last week’s fiction if you missed it

Flash Fiction – Ned and Olive

“Ned, why are we here again? Every Year you make me visit; each year we do nothing; no contact or anything. Absolutely nothing! Apart from sitting here just watching. Could we not at least have a little fun?”

“I know we come every year but it fascinates me. I like this little tradition it has been done for many, many years. Maybe we’ll plan on doing something next year.”

“You say that every time too.”

Ned and Olive would sit on their seats each year and people watch.

Watching people as they went about their business; some were rushing, others slowly shuffled along their way at a slower pace. Nobody ever seemed to notice that they were being watched. Ned and Olive never had an acknowledgment or a word of hello. They were passed by completely unnoticed.

“You know you don’t have to come Olive.” Ned said to her softly as he took her hand, trying not to take his eyes from the crowds.

“You know that I couldn’t not come, I would miss your eyes light up.” Olive replied.

Ned moved his head for a moment to face Olive. Giving her a kiss on the forehead.

Olive and Ned were very close, and as much as Olive wasn’t keen on his wild adventures, she enjoyed his company more.

Their favourite time of the evening was coming, even Olive admitted to it being her favourite part too. The groups of people were slowing down, there were smaller groups bunched together. Families and friends, strangers all stood together in the same area, waiting and watching. All Ned and Olive could see were back of heads; they weren’t the type to get too close, or too involved.

They just loved the magic, the anticipation. The couple had come to learn that this was a New Year’s Eve celebration; it was their favourite one too. Ahead of the crowd was a large clock, brightly lit the hands moving into the direction of a countdown. It was almost time.

5,4,3,2,1!! HAPPY NEW YEAR! Booms filled the skies with bright lights hitting the clouds. Boom.

“Come on Olive, quick.” Ned grabbed her by the hand.

“Where are we going?” She replied as they moved to their vehicle. “We will miss our favourite show.”

“No we won’t.” Ned responded excitedly.

As he sat behind the controls, he looked at Olive. “Let’s take a closer look.”

It wasn’t something they had ever done, their vehicle rose and moved amongst the fireworks. Looking around them they could see the sparks, it was a perfect light show; from down below they could see people pointing to the show; but their fingers also followed Ned and Olive’s movements too.

The Glowing red light which lit up their ship had remained on – they had been seen.

It was time for them to leave, following the highest of fireworks until they were no longer in sight, out of the Earth’s atmosphere into the starry space; making their way home to Mars.

“Same again next year, Olive?”

“Yes, please.”

New Feature and A Shake Up

Happy New Year!

New

If you are a regular reader you will know I have been blogging for a long while, both here and over on Melody and Me. I adore writing so it only seemed right that I had these blogs where I could pursue some kind of hobby. The things I wrote about our memories, just flowed.

I moved to self-hosted in September and somehow I found myself becoming less and less unique to me; and more and more trying to be like the thousands of other bloggers out there. Which isn’t a bad thing, but it can feel at times very stressful, competitive to try and at least get your work read.

Then as I was writing “another” random Christmas post trying to keep up with these hundreds of bloggers, it suddenly dawned on me that I had started to hate the thing I loved, this one thing for as long as I can remember loving; I started to fall out of love with it.

The blogging community are wonderfully supportive; and of course there some amazing ones out there. I just lost my way; and was holding on to ropes for which I have no clue to what they are for. I even came to a stage where I wanted to stop completely; even Melody and Me- which is definitely something I didn’t want to do.

Muchness

So I made a decision to find my “muchness”, MY style again. Back to sharing our family; our memories.

As I have mentioned I have always loved writing, which includes wring stories; I have been in the process of writing books for years, but just haven’t quite finished them; several unfinished books and years later I need to now shake myself into getting past this imaginary fear and do it – complete these books.

As someone with a very active imagination through being awake and when dreaming, I have ideas filed in my head, notebooks, and computer of stories. .Short bursts of fiction, waiting to be released, leading me to begin a new feature on the blog.

 

Fiction Friday!

Each Friday I will be publishing a short story, fictional no regular theme to them (unless I happen to place a two-part piece in there.)

I am a little nervous about this feature; writing about memories is comfortable – easy I guess; as I am writing in the moment. It’s family life.

Fiction reaches out in so many ways, different genres; different tales and scenarios. I just need to stop letting fear get in the way. I really am excited about this new feature, have plans and ideas right up until next Christmas!

Writing

I have recently joined a local writers group where we’re all set to motivate each other to at least write something – a page, chapter; anything which gets us doing the thing we love. So I will aim to finish at least one of the children’s adventure books I have started; plus a supernatural thriller too.

The Red Head Diaries

Of course I will still be writing our memories and life in general. I just would like to add something a little extra, and eventually find my love for writing and of course blogging again.

I really hope you will love the short stories as much as I have releasing them.

The first one will be this coming Friday – The first Friday of 2018!!

See you then.