Beginnings – #writephoto

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She awoke to see the beautiful sky. She hardly noticed it. She padded into her kitchen to get a cup of coffee. She didn’t have much time. She wanted to visit the crypt as soon as possible. She had work to do. She had taken care of her second victim last night.

She didn’t like men who hurt women. Or women who hurt women. She had decided, long ago, that she was going to rid the world of them. Her method was so simple it was silly. She got close to them. She was charismatic with a sparkling personality. Then, one night at a private dinner, she spiked their food with a particularly dangerous concoction that stopped their hearts. She managed to load them in her car and drove them to her crypt.

Her crypt was the basement of an old building in town that was easy to access. No one was ever around the old building. It had fallen into disrepair as had so many of the buildings in the small town. The floor of the basement was soft dirt. She dug their graves there.

This second victim was her best friend’s boyfriend who was mean to her. Her first victim, two years ago, had been her own ex-husband. They had never solved his disappearance. She smiled at that thought. She already knew who the third victim would be. It would take some time.

She kept all of her tools hidden in that basement. After she got there, she dug a shallow grave for the man. It wasn’t hard. She kicked his body into it thinking that she hoped he would rot in hell. It was what he deserved. She covered up her crime as well as possible and left. You could hardly tell anything had ever been disturbed. She was meticulous.

On to the third man, she thought, as she left the crypt. It would be a while before she would be back, but she knew this was only the beginning of her career. They say there are no female serial killers. That’s because women are so much better at it.

#SoCS November 26/16

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What an interesting two weeks it has been since I last posted a stream of consciousness post! My psyche is all over the place so I hope I can write, and you can follow, this post. It may not be pretty.

Of course, November is the start of the holiday season. I don’t really do the holidays or I should say I do it on a very limited basis. No reason to go into all the reasons but I will say that I lost both my parents at Christmas so that sort of did me in regarding the holidays. I do still like Thanksgiving, but I don’t have much family around anymore. I suspect many of you can relate to me when I say that my friends have become my family although I do still have a few close family members. I hate to say it but I am usually glad when the holidays are over. I really don’t mean to be a Scrooge.

I have some really fun events coming up during the month of December with my friends. I’m looking forward to those. I love to spend time with them. Several lunches. I’m also going to watch a performance of The Nutcracker with a friend later in December at a wonderful venue at a city nearby. Can hardly wait for that.

The last half of 2016 has been difficult for me. I had a really bad experience in my personal life. Actually, that is an understatement. It was a devastating experience. The kind that affects you for the rest of your life. I’m starting to get over it or maybe I should say get past it. I’m realizing that I was duped. My part in this was that I was too innocent and trusting. That is my nature, perhaps unfortunately. At my age, I don’t understand how I still remain so trusting but that seems to be the case. So I certainly own my part in this bad experience. I was not told the truth and even worse, I was convinced, over and over, of a lie. When that was revealed, it was humiliating and demeaning. I have had a really hard time coming to terms with it. It is starting to happen and I’m feeling better. To be honest with you, there was a long period of time when I didn’t think I’d ever feel better. I’m very grateful to my friends who were such a great help.

Here in the Ohio Valley, Kentucky to be precise, it is finally late fall and cold. Our weather has been unusual and very warm for fall. We’re supposed to have more warm weather on the way. The weather is definitely changing. I can remember, as a child, we had snow by now and snow on the ground until February. Now it’s 50 degrees and we are supposed to have weather even up to 60 degrees soon. No rain to speak of and we are in a moderate to extreme drought. November used to be a wet month here.

I have been doing a lot of writing and a lot of thinking about what I’m going to write. I have fiction on my mind although I also have some pieces I want to write that are non-fiction. I like to write non-fiction for the WordPress Discover Challenge. I’ve been participating in a lot of flash fiction challenges which are quick and fun. I really enjoy Chuck Wendig’s horror challenges though I never imagined myself writing horror.

Linda, I read your post about your call from the supposed Microsoft technician. Obviously a scam. I’ve had a call like that and I just hung up but your idea about having some fun with this guy is a great idea. Someone made the comment that you should work with him and pretend you are on an Apple computer to confuse him. I think that’s a great idea!

Have a good week, everyone! #amwriting #amblogging #writing #ChuckWendig #FFfAW

*This post is sponsored by Linda G. Hill

Thanks, Linda!

Horror Collaboration: The Dark Fairy

Chuck Wendig of the blogsite, Terrible Minds, sponsored a horror story collaboration as a writing challenge over the last three weeks. I wrote the first part of a story called The Dark Fairy and two other excellent writers wrote Parts 2 and 3. Here is the entire story for your reading enjoyment:

The Dark Fairy

Enjoy!

Rosemary

 

The Dark Fairy

Evan wondered what to do, if anything, with the information he had just received from his grandfather. Evan was only 17 years old. Most of his family was gone. His mother had recently passed away. His father had left the family when he was a child. He was living with his grandfather, who was dying. Evan was taking care of him. Evan could hear his rasping breath, even though he was in the next room. They didn’t have the money to hire any help. Evan was exhausted from the 24 hour shifts, grabbing sleep here and there, that he was pulling taking care of Gramps.

Gramps was napping and Evan was wrapped up in a wool blanket, sitting beside his bed. The old house was cold and drafty and he had just heard the most fantastic story. He wondered if Gramps was just sick and delusional. He even wondered if he was so sleep-deprived that he had imagined it all. Suppose it was true? What should he do?

As the old man lay sleeping, Evan thought about the story. Fairies. Could fairies really exist? If Gramps was telling the truth, they did exist. Evan started to drift off to sleep while thinking of the fairy story but something hit his head. He jumped up, looked around, but there was nothing there. What was it? He must have dreamed it. He had to stay awake in case Gramps needed him.

Once again, he started to think about the fairy story. Gramps told him that, all of his life, there had been this creature, a fairy, that had accompanied him everywhere he went. The fairy, a female, thought of him as her pet. Evan had always thought of fairies as funny, light, fairy tale things. Gramps said this was a dark fairy, really a mean fairy. Gramps was confessing to Evan because he felt guilty. This fairy had made Gramps do many bad things.

Gramps told Evan about a book he had on fairies, so Evan went downstairs to find it. As he started down the stairs, he tripped on broken wood and started to fall, but suddenly he wasn’t falling. The fall stopped and it felt like something grabbed him by the shirt collar.

“That’s weird,” Evan thought. “What broke my fall? Felt like something stopped me. Oh well, best consider myself lucky.”

Evan went on down the stairs and into the living room to the bookcase. He found the fairy book and reached for it.

“Ouch,” Evan said, as it felt like something hit him on the hand. Then, as he tried to get the book out, it felt like it was stuck. As he tugged on it, he fell backwards and hit his head on the wooden floor.

Evan started wondering what was going on, but he picked up the book and walked back upstairs so he could read and sit by Gramps. He leafed through the old, tattered book until he found the page on dark fairies. The more he read, the more frightened he became. Dark fairies do just what Gramps said. They make people do bad things. They treat them as pets. They are malevolent creatures. Evan started to shake all over. Gramps continued to softly snore.

Evan tried to calm himself by deciding that Gramps’ story was just the ramblings of a sick old man. He was so sleepy that he gradually drifted off in his chair.

Evan woke with a start. How did he get outside? He wasn’t just outdoors but he was in the sky. He was flying and something was holding him up. He heard a whisper in his ear, a female voice, that said her name was Ramona and she was his fairy. Evan started to scream and squirm and Ramona put something over his mouth. He could hardly breathe. She told him in a very stern whisper to shut up or she would make the noose around his neck, with which she was holding him up, even tighter.

Evan was so scared. He was scared of Ramona and of flying. He couldn’t stop squirming and he was screaming behind his gag. Ramona pulled the noose a little tighter. She whispered that Gramps was a much better pet than was Evan.

Suddenly, Evan could tell they were going down toward the ground. Before they got there, Evan fell. All of a sudden, he was on the ground. He could hardly move since he had hit the ground hard. There beside him stood a creature. She was maybe a foot tall. Evan noticed that she had a long black cape on and sported long, flowing black hair. She had piercing blue eyes. He couldn’t look away from her eyes.

Ramona laughed uproariously. She asked Evan if he had enjoyed the ride and the fall.

Evan said, “No. Take me back to Gramps. He’s sick and he needs me.”

“That old man is dying,” said Ramona. “He doesn’t need anything but to be left alone. We have a job to do.”

“Who are you and what do you want with me?” Evan asked.

“I told you. I’m Ramona, your fairy. I was your Gramps fairy and now I’m yours. You’re my pet. You look like a fine boy.”

Evan replied, “I don’t want a fairy. I want to go home. I’m cold and sleepy and I need to be with Gramps. He’s my responsibility. You’re a horrible fairy. I must be having a nightmare.”

“You are going to have a nightmare if you don’t shut up,” said Ramona, as she hit  Evan with a stick. She hit him over and over again, until Evan was almost unconscious. Then, she woke him up.

As Evan sat up, Ramona said, “Do you see that house over there?”

Even shook his head yes.

Ramona said, “There are three people who live there. A man, woman, and female child. The woman needs to die and you are going to kill her.”

Click here to read Part 2 of A Dark Fairy, an exercise in collaborative storytelling sponsored by Chuck Wendig at Terribleminds.com.

 

 

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