The Factory

Hear me 
young and old
this is a precautionary tale
of why one should listen
read
acknowledge
signs indicating radioactive material.
Little Lance was an adventurer.
He slayed dragons.
He climbed bean stalks.
He swam the warm waters of the Caribbean
with Green Teeth Pirate King.
As he grew
Little Lance
morphed into Big Lance.
He never lost his sense of fun
adventure
or imagination.
The abandoned factory
settled into the ground
an odd piece of mystery
set no where
was a no go zone.
Children are warned to stay away
but all children become teenagers.
Teenagers 
well they ain’t that smart.
Their brains have ceased to fire
only a small portion active….
usually the stupid one.
Big Lance was dared one day
to enter
where no one else had gone….
The Factory.
Standing before
Big Lance gazed around
wondering where he should go first.
He wandered here.
He wandered there.
Stymied by locks
boarded windows
shuttered doors
Big Lance began to worry.
Slowly
the reality began to dawn on him.
He began to backpedal
when he tripped
fell over…..
The windows
(eyes)
opened
flamed red.
The doors
(mouth)
yawned
slime dripping from jagged
ragged teeth.
Big Lance disappeared
(sacrificed)
into
The Factory that day.
December 2/18
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Finish the Story Nov #5

Finish the story is a fun creative way to bring bloggers together and creating a story. Created by Theresa at The Haunted Wordsmith  please be sure to go over and check out her writings.

Rules

  1. Copy the story as it appears when you receive it (and the rules please)
  2. Add somehow to the story in which ever style and length you choose
  3. Be sure to pingback or comment on the original post please.
  4. Tag only 1 person to continue the story
  5. Have fun!

What the Wind Blew In

Gusty Gulch was named, well, because it was in a gulch and it was always windy. You can’t go up there and expect to have a good hair day – ever. Every day would start out the same, with a light southern breeze, then pick up by lunch, and by dinner the winds would howl through what few trees there were. Most of the town’s trees blew away during the storm of ’18.

Lizzy sat at the window and watched as the evening wind brought life into her quiet street. First there were a few birds that decided it would be best to cling to the ground rather than try to fly in that mess. Then came the tumbleweeds that blew in off the plateau. She chuckled remembering the time they decided to have a tumbleweed convention at her school – the school was closed for three days while the Gusty Gulch Fire Department cleaned it up.

Suddenly, she squinted her eyes and pressed her nose against the window. It can’t be, she thought. “Nah. Is it?”

“Is it what, dear?” her mother asked from the kitchen where she was busy drying the supper dishes.

Lizzy gasped and covered her mouth as another one appeared…then another. “Mom! Come look at this quick! You’ll never believe what just blew in!”

Her mother set the pot down and walked toward Lizzy wiping her hands with the drying towel. “What is it — OH GOOD LORD! Marv! MARV! Come look at this!”

To Be Continued…..

Lizzy could hardly contain her excitement. Never had anyone survived the climb up and through the gulch. But coming along the street becoming larger and larger as he drew near, was a boy? But no boy could have survived the climb, the winds, the nothingness. Her eyes grew larger and suddenly unable to contain herself any longer, threw open the door and ran into the street.

Planting herself firmly in the middle of the stranger’s path, Lizzy set hands to hips and waited. As he sauntered along she took in his appearance. Tallish, slim build, brown hair that in places was a lighter shade. Closer he came, until he stood in front of her staring at her with luminescent green eyes. Her breath caught in her throat and Lizzy felt her face flush red.

“Hello,” she stammered. “I am Lizzy. How did you get here?”

“The ship dropped me at the precise location where the winds are a force lessened as it spreads itself out. How did you get here?”

Lizzy stared at him head cocked to the side as she contemplated the absurdity of his speech.

“I was born here. Where were you born?”

“You were born here? On this planet I mean?” incredulous the boy stared at her. “No one has ever been able to gain a foothold in the atmosphere but now that the sentient being is falling to sleep the winds have begun to lessen.”

Lizzy’s mouth dropped open. What was he talking about?

And here I am going to pass the baton to Rory over at A Guy Called Bloke and K9 Doodlepip.

 


Finish the Story-October #3

I have been given the opportunity to continue the story started by the wonderful writer over at the The Haunted Wordsmith.  I greatly enjoy reading how each of us contributes to making a single story. Please please check out her blog. You will not be disappointed.

The single sheet of paper, so thin, like parchment, seemed to jump into his hand. He looked over the spidery handwriting and realized that no one ever wrote like this today.

My Dearest David;

It has taken so long for you to succumb to your curiosity. During this time I have waited and waited.

I realize that this is confusing to you, but know my love, I have been waiting throughout the cycles of time for you. Every life you have lead moved you further and further away from our love. Now though I sense that you are ready to find me.

I shall wait upon the cliff where first we met.

Please my darling, don’t make me wait.

Love Tabitha.

David stared at the words written and began to feel. Warmth. Desire. Memories teasing, just out of reach. He began to fold the letter up, realizing that he must deliver it. However did he have to? It was actually addressed to him, even if the address was to Number 604.

David did not realize that he was being watched. That through the peephole of Number 604 a brilliant green eye gazed upon him. Crimson lips, wet with saliva, parted and a whispered breath whistled. She hoped that he would succumb, he would take the bait. For she had waited a long time to…….

I am tagging Britchy over at Bitchin’ in the Kitchen to continue the story.

 

Recompense

Prancing.
Dancing.
Tumble out of the way
here comes the court clown
dressed in a gown
ready to play.
Fat.
Rich.
Bloated they sit
staring
wondering
puzzled
at what he may say.
‘Hear ye
hear ye
Gentleman
Lads
Ladies
all shall we include
I have an announcement to make.’
Heads begin to turn
eyes narrowed in fear
his whiplash tongue
had been known to
destroy
raze
devastate
men stronger in power
men stronger in riches
men stronger in their supreme courts
than he will ever be.
‘Time has come to make recompense
for all the evil you have done.
Eradicating
denying
eliminating
laws that discredit you
ideas you do not like
whole groups of people
censored
when they speak the truth.’
With all eyes upon
he turned
walking away
leaving mouths agape
hearts racing
brains churning
at what he meant.
What he left them with
was a fear so great
nothing more needed to be done.
What scenarios they imagined
would be far worse than he could do.
Oct.3/18
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Princess

It was a magical dress
burgandy
fitted
flared
made me feel like a million bucks.
When I entered the room
thought
omg this is how Cinderella felt
as everyone stared at me.
I am not the prettiest girl.
I am not the smallest girl.
Today though
with make up and hair
professionally done
I look stunning.
My date
he arrived
eyes popping out of his head.
That was all
the best compliment
I need nothing more
for tonight
I am a princess.
Sept. 29/18
Photo by Javier Reyes on Unsplash

High Rent Girl

You be thinking….
thinking
you a high rent girl
waiting for a sugar daddy
or just a daddy
to pay your bills.
You spend your time
your money
on looking ferocious
ignoring those who need care…..
because to dance a dance
to catch a mate
or rather a protector
bill payer
just another man to milk.
You strut
saunter
think that you look hot
but darlin’ please
you look like a silly twat.
Be thinking you a high rent girl
that any man would be lucky to have you.
Honey hate to burst that bubble
you ain’t no high rent girl
only a low rent bitch.
Sept. 28/18
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