On the outside, No 18, Murray street resembled any typical suburban house with outside porch and orange colored walls surrounded by well-gardened plants. The dream-catchers in the porch gave it a more homely look. On the inside, lived a disturbed being whose goal was making the life of one woman a living hell.
Scruffy brunette hair with rectangular glasses sitting on his nose bridge; a mustache and barely grown goatee completed the eccentric look. He was known simply as H.
H stared at three screens sitting in front of him as he contemplated which to focus his attention on. Finally, a clown face appeared on one screen and his gaze turned towards it, in time to see Allison drop a vase out of fright. He grinned, anything that makes Allison cringe was music to his ears.
H’s attention turned to another screen which displayed a number sequence. He pressed the enter button and a message indicating $50,000 money transaction appeared. His pulse raced and his lips curved upward.
Let the games begin.
Word count: 172. This week’s response to Flash Fiction for aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge. Thank you PJ and Dawn MILLER for this wonderful picture. Here are: part1 part2 part3 part4 part5
Question: do you think the arrangement of the paragraphs would work better if the 2nd paragraph (on the outside..) was first and the first paragraph, second? Thanks
Staring at her reflection in the mirror, after a much needed shower, Allison decided to take a whole new perspective to things.
There was no doubt, someone was trying to break her. The ulterior motive behind it, she had no idea. What she did know was- she wasn’t going to give them that satisfaction, if she’s going down, she was going down fighting. “Though I don’t plan on going down”, Allison thought aloud.
Number one on her list of suspect was the coward David, her ex-husband, though Richard Blake wasn’t far behind. She knew far too much than to trust her father, “with Richard, you just never know”, she recalled an old conversation with her mother.
A door creak brought Allison back to reality. Startled, she grabbed the nearest vase and tiptoed towards the door. At that moment, a clownish face poked through which made her jump and the vase in her hand fell to the ground.
“Hey, it’s only me”…
“Darnit Richard! I was aiming for your head”, Allison retorted.
Word count: 173. I stayed within range this time and this is my submission to this week’s Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge. Imagine my surprise when I saw a clown as this week’s prompt and had to find a way to fit it into blackouts :D.
Heres: blackout 1, blackout 2, blackout 3, Blackout 4.
Upon Richard Blake’s arrival to Willow’s Place, Allison wasted no time in relaying to him the events of her divorce, return of her blackouts and the poster left for her. Richard listened with utmost attention and when Allison was done speaking, he said, “let’s take a drive”.
“To where?” Allison questioned suspiciously.
“To the most colorful part of town”, Richard replied with a grin.
Allison turned her gaze to the houses lining the streets of Balmary as Richard drove through. She focused on the passers-by, all in an attempt to block out any unwanted conversations Richard, her father, might decide to spring up.
All was well until Allison cried out, “I don’t know what to make of all these”. “My head is in a wobble”. Richard brought the car to a halt and turned to his daughter.
“Am I- am I going nuts again“, Allison asked, tears welled up in her eyes.
“No, baby girl”, Richard replied reassuringly, then added in a rather grim tone, “I believe someone is trying to make it look that way”.
Word count: 176. This story is in response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring writers photo prompt challenge. I exceed the allowed word count by (1 word) 😀 will try harder next time. This is also the fourth part on the series “Blackouts”: part 1, part2, part 3.
Do you think Richard is genuinely trying to help his daughter, or is he just blowing smoke?
Professor Richard Blake, former top-gun defense attorney lived alone in a collosal yet hideous mansion. It had all the makings of a haunted house except that a living soul resided in it. After a messy divorce and lost custody battle of his two daughters, which left a bad mark on his resume, Richard Blake resorted to private law practice in the privacy of his mansion.
Everyone in the county knew the only two things Richard Blake gave a damn about were his daughters, Allison and Katy. The latter who had now passed away.
The sound of a telephone ringing broke the graveyard silence that seemed to always loom in the atmosphere. Richard picked up the receiver.
“Hello… I- need help”, the caller muttered.
Hearing such blunt words and the worrisome tone of his estranged daughter Allison, Richard felt a stab in his chest.
Word count: 159 words. This post in response to the weekly photo prompt writing challenge hosted by Flash fiction for aspiring writers. This is also a third in the series “blackout”. First time visiting, no worries; here are the links- Blackouts 1 and blackouts 2
What do you think about the new character Richard Blake?
Allison had barely recovered from her blackout she when she noticed a poster rolled at the side table. The picture that stared at her as she opened it sent shivers down her spine. In an act of reflex, she shredded the paper violently into pieces; clasping her fingers on her throbbing head, she screamed “No, no, no”.
To an outsider, the picture would have been a picturesque location of a beautiful waterfront. Decked with colorful boats, a background of tall skyscraper buildings and slow waves on which the rays of the sun gleamed. But Allison knew better. That picture held the location of an incident she struggled to erase from her memory. That was where her sister’s cold body was found from an apparent suicide drowning.
How the picture got to Willow’s Place, Allison had no idea. She had rented the house all to herself for the time being. Before her emotions could take a turn for the worse, Allison picked up the phone with trembling hands and dialed a number.
“Hello, I need help!”
Word count: 175. This post is in response to Flash Fiction For Aspiring writers and also a sequel to my last week submission, Blackouts. I hope you had a wonderful read. Credit for inspiration goes to the wonderful writers who had written beautifully for this week’s prompt and whose stories inspired me to whip my writing pen.
“Al-most there”, panted Allison as she made her way across the sandy path. She looked flustered; her dirty blonde hair was unsightly, face muddled with dust, eyes soggy from in-sufficient sleep or too much? She didn’t know which.
Allison had awaken to find herself, lying at the root of a leafless oak tree in broad daylight. She had no idea how she got there or for how long she had been lying there.
After a never-ending divorce battle with her now ex-husband, Allison decided to take a much needed break and rented an old house in the middle of nowhere. Just when things were beginning to look up, the blackouts began again. Allison realized the only explanation for her lying on a cold muddy ground was that her “blackouts” were back.
Panting as she made her way through the path, she noticed a signboard for the guesthouse she was staying- Boldly written was “Willow’s place”. Allison sighed, finally, almost there.
Word count: 160. This post is in response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. You are all welcome to join, all you have to do is follow the link and write a 150-175 word story on a picture prompt (supplied by the host) . I never thought I could write a flash fiction and now, I’m done with week 3 and can’t wait for 4! 😀