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Friday Fictioneers – Time Church

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He was mobbed by the sweltering crowd as he weaved his way through the crowd. He didn’t know what time his portable time machine had taken him to; but he had to be fast. The Time Police were capable of tracking his time activity, and it was only a matter of time before they caught up to him.

Going at this rate, they’d catch him any moment now. He decided to escape the crowd and duck into the pristine church.

Silence. He took the nearest door out of the room and sprinted up the stairs.

At the top he could see everything.

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Trifecta – Grasp and Burn

They were both creatures of the night, both dead, but not so. The moon in the sky burned like the sun, a few minuscule clouds covering it. It looked like the sun too, a bright round ball hanging in the sky.

They grappled on the ground, rotting flesh meeting demonically youthful skin, fangs baring upon sunken eyes.

Yet soon the vampire realised he might be joining the zombie too soon. Somehow the moon was burning the flesh, melting it away to be just as ugly as the zombie yet soon not quite as alive.

He grasped the fact too late. When had the morning come?

Tale for Trifecta


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Dull On My Feet – Daily Prompt

Dull – Daily Prompt

Perhaps I should explain this. I went with my mum to the local Uni recently; I looking into going next year to study a Double Major of Japanese and Creative Writing. This scene was when we were in line to talk to Admissions.

My feet are sore; strained, burning heels. I rock back and forth, fidgeting. How much longer?

“Do you need to go to the toilet?” mom asks.

“No, I don’t,” I say. I don’t say I’m fine, because I’m bored, and my feet ache.

How much longer? When are these people done? How much bloody longer, already?

Finally, someone is free to ask. “Can I help you?” she asks.

Before I can respond, mum says, “We’re just waiting.”

Oh, that is so cryptic. I hope the woman understands…

“Okay,” the woman says, and passes on.

Dammit, mum, you had one job! I should’ve just talked.

“Can you help us?” mum calls, and the woman comes back.

Relief. Answers, finally.