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55 Words #39: The Omen

Every eye watched her, and he knew she knew it.
Nerves jangled as he eyed the ring, surreptitiously slipped around the tip of the cue.
She wriggled her backside, grabbed the cue and aimed. She never noticed the sparkler spin off and fly across the room as she took the shot that broke his heart.

(55 Words)

Written for 55 Word Challenge. Choose a picture and write a story in no more than 55 words… see here for other great entries!

PS. Here’s a link to my 13-year-old’s go at this week’s 55 Words: Secret Hero.

55 Words #33: The Graveyard Train

The train’s cold, hard, easy-to-clean stainless steel fittings were a godsend. My stop approached and I clutched my bulging bag on clenched knees. The bag jerked, I held it close; beating hearts were such a pain, but I needed at least one for the wife…who waited patiently beneath the swirling fog of headstone seventy three.
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Written for the 55 Word Challenge. Choose a picture (or two if you want to overachieve!) and write a story using no more than 55 words.

Zombie Run: Something Strange

Photograph and Prosthetic by Bekah Shamrbook (Please do not use without permission)
Getting really fed up with local kids now…running past the house and yelling, up the path, knocking on windows, throwing stones, eggs, knocking on the door…you name it, fed up now. 
It’s all the more annoying with Mum so poorly, literally on her last legs and had been for a while and it frightened her when these louts tried to be cool, daring each other to run up our path. 
Well, not tonight, I’d had enough! 
This time, when the lad knocked on the window, I was ready. Mum whimpered as the boy peered into the room, and I leapt to my feet, grabbed the door handle, flung the front door open, and gave chase. The lad saw me and his face drained. Scare him, just a bit, and he wouldn’t come roaming our neighbourhood anymore, not him or his mates. 
He turned and ran, but seized by adrenalin I was on my feet and after him. 
He stumbled, fell, I caught up and snatched him. His mates were hidden in the shadows and the boy mumbled, so I told him to shut up and put up as I grabbed his wrist. I wasn’t gonna hurt him, just scare him…
Running up the road came a woman, old enough to be his mother, her reaction proved that’s just who she actually was. 
She asked what was wrong with a face as pale as the lad’s, so I explained, whilst still gripping his wrist.
Mum’s ill and I just want her last few months to be carefree, worry free, just want to sit indoors on a Saturday night and watch rubbish on telly. We’re half way through X-Factor’s new series, Mum’s favourite show, just let us indulge her!
She stared at me, looking like she was trying to gather courage; I wasn’t trying to scare her, just the delinquent son, so I released the boy who ran, whimpering, to his mother. 
I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head, the youth these days… 
She took a deep breath and spoke, warily but calmly. “X-Factor finished years ago…and after Simon Cowell’s law suit, repeats are forbidden, all recordings were destroyed, so it’s not on TV anymore, not ever. So could you please leave my boy, and the others, alone…”
I shrugged again…if they leave me alone, fine.
I returned home to comfort mother. 
Simon Cowell was sharing his opinion, and I frowned. The screen flickered, we were losing the picture again, electricity was iffy, digital signal was iffy, everything was iffy. I turned to mum again, she smiled, a blank smile, with a mouth missing many teeth. I stroked her cheek, ignoring the blood that coursed down her face…something wasn’t right, but I — her eye slipped out of its socket, and I reached across to put it back in — couldn’t quite put my finger on it… 
(475 Words)
Written for Lisa McCourt Hollar’s Zombie Run over at Jezri’s Nightmares. Take a peek, if you’re brave enough, at the other entries!

55 Words #29: Rupture Within the Day of Night

The only constant was gone, the menacing tick tock of the ancient clock vanished…instead night encompassed the house, and outside sapphire blackness surrounded the pair as they stared in disbelief. 
Before them a fissure ruptured, a rent in time, sparkling and mysterious, and the stars beyond winked at them.
“What are we waiting for?”
54 Words
This is for the 55 Word Challenge. Choose a picture and write a story using no more than 55 words. See Jezri’s Nightmares for more great entries…

55 Words #28: Lost Light

Nearing home, her shattered heart finally dared believe and hope’s spark ignited her fragile soul. The beacon shone, illuming the valley, spurring her on. She trudged, eyes never wavering from the single flicker of light across the hills.
Almost home then it vanished, swallowed by indigo black and a crystal dagger splintered her shivering soul.
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This is for the 55 Word Challenge. Choose a picture and write a story using no more than 55 Words. See Jezri’s Nightmares for more great entries…

55 Words #26: Fount

It wasn’t difficult to hear the rumble and hiss deep below the only vegetated patch of earth for miles, and new spirals of emerald ivy gave hope in desperate times.
The ground shook and the hydrant finally fractured…precious water spurted then gushed and the roar of the waiting crowd drowned out the thunderous fountain.

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This is for the 55 Word Challenge. Choose a picture and write a story using no more than 100 words. See Jezri’s Nightmare’s for further entries…

55 Words #24: Hanging

He hung, his widow wept and his child sobbed.
“We don’t accept no mutations round here, see?”
The child watched as the village moved away, still throwing jibes at the dangling corpse.
“Nothing different, see?”
The widow’s white hand clenched the boy’s arm and his eleven, terrified toes curled in his worn out leather shoes.

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This is for the 55 Word Challenge. Choose a picture and write a story using no more than 55 words. See Jezri’s Nightmares for further entries…

55 Words #17: Reaching for the Moon

She sat, head to one side and purred. Last time she’d asked for the moon it had been a full moon and after he’d stretched for the luminous reflection he’d emerged both saturated and humiliated, not a good combination for a cat. So this time she was just happy he still reached for the impossible.

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This is for the 55 Word Challenge. Choose a picture and write a story using no more than 55 words…