Stations by Lisa

Numbers

Back at the Station Polly’s empty seat dominates the room.

Her colleagues are all thinking the worst and it spurs them on daily. There are daffodils in a milk bottle on the filing cabinet

They had to bring in another cork board for the photos of the ten missing boys. The fifteen girls in the basement were on the original board along with photos of the two dead girls.

Excitingly the murderer has just slipped up and is only hours away from getting caught. Unfortunately it’s going to take the police a while to realise the murderer isn’t the kidnapper.

Lisa – Position

A Chat

We talk seriously when we get back. I thought I’d smelled an open fire and I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I’d seen him watching behind the door. I wonder if I’m just enjoying recounting my adventure.

We all agree, we’re in an odd position. We’re prisoners, his prisoners but actually we’re all in an unlocked basement just because we don’t know what’ll happen if we leave.

I’m sure, at the start. He HAD locked the door. I want to talk about the other girls, the bodies that have been found, but I can’t.

A lot is left unsaid.

An Unlocked Door by Lisa

An Unlocked Door by Lisa

He’s not locked the door.

Maybe he never has, we all stare at it wearing the same expression- an odd, hopeful scared face. None of us want to make the first move because what if it’s a trick. It has to be. He didn’t answer when I‘d asked if we could leave the basement.

Why has he got us here anyway?

Where are we?

I notice a movement behind the crack in the door panel. He’s there watching, waiting. I mouth this to the others and we sit wide eyed and rigid.

Things were better when the door was locked.

Some girl I met online/Hopeless – Serendipidy

He didn’t realise I was within earshot when his mates asked him how we’d got together.

“Oh, just some girl I met online. You know me, hopeless romantic!”

“Hopeless, yes” countered one of the girls, “romantic? No! You’re only after one thing, and once she gives in, you’ll dump her. You always do!”

So, that was his plan? Well, we’d see about that.

I checked inside my purse and smiled at the glint of my favourite knife, ready for action.

Perhaps tonight I’d give in.

And boy, would he ever regret meeting that girl online, when I’d finished with him!

Norval Joe – Superhero

The two dark knights pushed Billbert and Sabrina into the parking lot.”
Sabrina leaned to him. “You say you’re a superhero. Why don’t you save us?”
“You’re right,” Billbert said. “Take my hand.”
As soon as her fingers touched his, Billbert leapt into the air and whisked Sabrina away to safety.
Only, they didn’t go anywhere.
The boy sneered, showing his dark yellow teeth. “We’re from the guild of the Dark Knights. You can’t use magic when we’re around.”
Billbert grumbled. “It’s not magic. It’s a super power.”
The girl scoffed. “Call it what you want. Now. Come with us.”

Norval Joe – Robot

Billbert squeezed the little koala toy and took it off his shirt. “So. Someone is after me? Let me guess, it’s an army of robot koala bears, and this little guy is my only protection.”
Sabrina’s face went bright red. “Don’t be silly. This isn’t some science fiction space opera. This is about magic. Now, put that back on so you will be protected.”
Billbert folded his arms. “Okay, then. Who’s looking for me?”
Sabrina headed toward their home room. “You have to remember this battle has been going on for centuries. They’re called, The guild of the black knights.”

Kelly – Arson

She felt anew…like her world was ablaze. She shook off the ash and looked around at the burning ciders. Growth only comes from shedding the old skin. Especially when that skin was an attempt to keep her from growth. Women can bring life into the world, but sometimes those amazing creatures forget that rebirth for them is just a little arson away. Just like the phoenix, she just needs a little fire and flame to become the exact version she was always supposed to be. No trappings can keep her, unless she allows it. Burn baby burn it down!

Serendipidy – Disintegration

I’ve never liked science fiction.

People die far too tidily for my liking. It’s just too sanitised and clean.

Zapped by lasers, vaporised by disintegration rays, or rendered to nothing by molecular disruptors… All very effective, but the recipients either vanish or simply slump to the floor in a nice tidy pose.

Where’s all the blood and guts? Bubbling body fluids, and gory splatters?

You’d think that in the future we could come up with more interesting ways to kill people?

Force fields that slice and dice, ray guns that splurge you over the spaceship walls?

Just, more gore, please!

The ferryman

For ten years, Pradeep ran the country’s ferry system.
He slashed maintenance budgets, raised fares, and packing more people on each boat.
Well, the boats that still ran.
There were a lot of breakdowns, thanks to the slashed maintenance.
And there were the accidents.
Hundreds drowned and died in capsized ferries, but Pradeep always found a scapegoat to blame.
And, yet, he always managed to sleep soundly.
Until one morning, he woke up on the shore of a strange river.
A hooded figure held an oar, and stood by a small raft.
“Climb aboard,” it said. “Satan is expecting you.”

Happy Trails by Jared

Happy Trails

Walking along the trail, motion catches my eye. I look up, but only in time to see the flash of a little ball of white fur at the end of a brown-gray blur darting into some underbrush. Constant companion to my footsteps is the sound of rustling leaf litter indicating unseen animals rushing away from my disruptive presence. There’s no counting the number of lizards that have interrupted their basking to dart under a rock or log for safety. I’m no threat to any of them, but there’s no surviving in the wild if you don’t consider everything a threat.


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