Stuck in the past...Picking up pace by each passing second, my hair soared behind me as I darted through the hallway. Wait. Why was I running? I suddenly came to a halt when I tripped over something...a doll. How did this get here?Stuck in the past...3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I cautiously brushed away the dust from my most prized possession. My mum had given this to me as a birthday present when I was 8...also the final gift she ever gave me. A tear escaped my eye as the memories came flooding in. I don't have time for this right now.
I scampered back into my room and placed my doll back into its original shelf. Something felt a little off...My eyes averted to my desk. Sitting on top there was a crimson letter with rose petals scattered around it. It read: "Dear Aria,
I've been waiting for too long. Ever since the very beginning, I knew we were meant for each other. I've watched you enough to know you'll somehow discover me one day.
I'm also sorry for touching your doll; I know you get angry when people touch your stuff, but I couldn't resist
Mercy The men had called it mercy. When we boarded up a little house on main street and lit it on fire.Mercy2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When we put poison in liquor and peddled it on street counters. They looked at us like cancer and we sold it to them in bottles.
Mercy. It was mercy when we skinned the neighbors dog and nailed his skin the church doors. When we wrote the presidents name in kid blood on the steps of town hall. Outcasts, freaks, deformed. All we had known had been stripped away long ago. Our humanity was blind. We were gods.
A Charlie was the first to throw the bomb. The dark shadow trailed staggered grey. Things turned red, suddenly, violently, beautifully. The world went silent. Nothing but a god awfully ringing. I lost my other leg. We all held hands as we watched. Writhing little melted smudges on the sidewalk. Their walls fell down. And if only for a moment before crimson consumed us I saw paradise swallo