All It’s Worth…

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Sliced from Google Maps. Main Street, Littleton, West Virginia.

For all that it was worth, Beatrice was home. Groaning with dismay, she stepped down out of the pickup truck. ‘Thanks, Franklin.’

‘Glad ta’ help, Bea, anytime.’ Franklin tipped his ragged ballcap. ‘I’ll come by later, fix that door for ya’.’

‘Yeah, okay.’ Beatrice sighed as she swung the rusty truck door closed. She watched him drive off, taking her only means of escape with him. She had expected the old place to be run down, but this… A tear formed and rolled down the side of her nose. She took out her cell and placed the call.

‘I’m here, Jack. You’re right.’ Beatrice stepped through the door. ‘I’ll look. But, this place is B-A-D!’

Beatrice stepped carefully over the weather warped boards of the floor, and up the stairs. ‘Cage is still here… don’t see… Uh, Jack…?’

wc: 138

So, what do you think she saw? What did Jack want her to find? Enjoy!

Thank you once again goes to What Pegman Saw for taking us to a new place we’ve never been, this week to  Littleton, West Virginia. If you’ve enjoyed this little story, then please, come out and enjoy some others at: https://whatpegmansaw.com/blog/ . Just follow the prompt tag to the little blue frog… your adventure awaits.

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Aftermath

Ted Strutz

C. Ted Strutz

 

Plaster crunched Sheata cautiously crossed the threshold. Staring at the destruction she felt an overwhelming sense of loss. She was alive; for that alone she was thankful. Sunlight poured into the room through what had been a tall, cathedral ceiling. Dust whirled around her as she reached out to pull a finger through the dust on a table. She stilled, letting her eyes scan the room. The enormity of the destruction matched her feelings of loss. She gulped, fighting for words.

‘Tamia assures me that the children were evacuated before the bombing, but this –…’

‘… Is disturbing.’ Stephen agreed.

Wc: 100 exact.

Author’s note: There is a lot going on for me right at the moment so there’s little time to truly write fresh. I originally wrote this small part of a larger scene back around 1986 -87. At that time, the foster family I was staying with had a chimney fire that gutted the upstairs. I remember walking through the destruction to salvage what we could. Amazingly, a bible sitting right beside the chimney in question was not damaged at all, neither was the table it sat on, though nothing else in the room survived. At last check, the family was still using the bible. Forgive the old write, but I must be off and running again.

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My old foster home the day of the fire. Shot by one of the firefighters.

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Excerpt: Gatehouse East

Okay, So I’ve been so inspired by this monument I first saw as a result of the “What Pegman Saw” ( https://whatpegmansaw.com/)  writing challenge that I took the initial write and rewrote until I came up with a full scene. I just thought I’d share it with y’all and see how ya’ like it…. (923 words)

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One stature within North Korea’s Grand Monument. Picture from Pixabay.com

 

Epes struck a chord animating the bronze statues of the war’s heroes and villians. None could visit the temporary holographic museum without being deeply affected. He’d seen to that. It was all part of his much larger plan. He watched, licking his lips as people approached.

Stephen’s statue, his hand on the shoulder of a young Takarna, stood looking into the future, silent. Lady Tamia’s statue stood watching over Sheata as she looked into the past. Between them knelt Dr. Charles ‘Cutter’ Robert Montgomery of Terra Firma, and the first statue to come to life and speak.

Dr. Montgomery spoke of his immigration to Alteria and how he was forced to serve the King, and then his role as ‘Cutter’ in the Relocation Camps. He told , amid tears, of how his wife and son were murdered as he tried to escape into the mountains. Then, he spoke of being forced to dissect and dismember the bodies in the camp. Then, his animated form sank back down to his knees, head bowed.

After him, the young Takarna’s statue began to breathe, turning slightly as she began to speak of how she was ‘relocated’ and then sent before the firing squad. As she spoke of how she was shot, blood bloomed across her shoulder. As shocking as the sight was, she went on to speak of how she was buried alive and how she managed to dig up through the bodies to escape the mass grave. She told of hiding beneath the cabin, and how Cutter had saved her life, only to find herself forced into the role of ‘boiler of the bones’ outside the Cutter’s house. She went on to speak of the Aki uprising that led to the end of the war as a whole. After she spoke, her animated form turned back to look into the future, speaking of the future she hoped would await them on Terra Firma before the animation faded back to bronze.

Tamia’s statue moved then. She looked to each of the other statues and then out to the audience. She began by speaking of her role as a healer and unwitting accomplice to the genetic program’s grand scheme of genocide. She spoke of how the changes had been so subtle that no one seemed to notice until it was too late. She spoke of her forced marriage to the King; the birth and death of her children by his hands; and her eventual internment in the Relocation camp. Hers was a story of sacrifice that saved the lives of millions; yet, it spoke of her deepest regrets and shame in what she’d done for the sake of survival. Slowly, her figure slid back down, placed a hand on Sheata’s shoulder, pointing to the ground.

As the animation of Tamia touched Sheata’s shoulder, her animation came to life. Sheata spoke as one who had been completely unaware of the vast underground facilities and their uses. She spoke as a citizen that did not see her fellow citizens ‘relocated’ or ‘replaced’ with Aki clones. She spoke of her vacations in the Adventure Park as being fun-filled excursions, completely opposite of the Park’s true intentions. She showed the audience the effective front of excellent propaganda and blissful ignorance. She finished by admitting their shame for their lack of knowledge that had destroyed their world before she sank back down to her knees to look at the ground where Lady Tamia pointed.

Lastly, the statue of Stephen inhaled a deep breath and slowly scanned the crowd. He spoke of how he’d first learned of the Enclave and the King’s genetic program, and of how he’d been tricked into participation in the King’s evil plans. He spoke of how he’d gone to Tenagra in hopes of engendering their aid to stop the King. Then, he spoke of the Aki uprising and the civil war that had enveloped Alteria. In the end, he spoke of the precarious peace that now existed and how the memory of the war needed to be preserved in order to assure that a new King with treacherous tendencies would not return to power and destroy their hard won peace. Stephen’s form heaved another deep breath, looked out towards the horizon, and reverted to its solid state.

Epes smiled at the reactions of the Historical Council as they evaluated his efforts. Every single member present had been deeply moved by at least one aspect of his holographic exhibit. Yes, his plan was working very well, indeed.

‘Sirs, there is one other that I have developed that does not have a statue to represent it. It is of T’Zani.’ The name fell like a ton of steel ore into the silent chamber. A collective sigh rippled over the assembled. ‘So, if you’ll forgive, I will present it as it is…’ Epes lowered the lights until the chamber was in total darkness.

The walls around them melted into stone. Slowly, one corpse at a time, a mountain of bones began to form and grow before them. Then, the bones of one skeleton began to come together. The internal organs, the muscles, and flesh populated the spartan bones until the form of T’Zani presented itself. She stood in silence, seeming to make eye contact with each and every person in the chamber before speaking.

‘You… You are responsible.’ T’Zani spoke in and accusatory tone, as she slowly raised her arm and pointed straight ahead. ‘Only you can change the future.’

A second later, she melted back into the mountain of bones.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ABOUT

Flash…bang!

Author’s note: Seriously unsure I can do this in only 100 words this week. Don’t know where J Hardy Carroll got this pic, but man, it hits me right in the chest like a bullet. Don’t know why, but I have an insanely strong feeling I’ve been here and that the experience was tremendously unpleasant. So, oh, h double toothpicks this is going to be a hard write.

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C. J. Hardy Carroll

She hid in shadows, peeking out through dusty glass that clung precariously to old steel frames to the empty streets below. The silence deafening, or were her ears still ringing. Her head rested on her updrawn knees, her arms wrapped in a death-like grip. She breathed in hushed gasps, each bringing in the scent of iron – of blood, sickeningly sweet.

She couldn’t get it out of her mind.

That day…

the sound of the gunfire…

the screams of the dying.

It had to be a dream – a nightmare. There’s no way in hell in could be anything less, could it?

wc: 100 exact

 

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Preyed upon…

Okay, so at Karen’s suggestion, I shall give y’all one of the scenes (with a few tweeks, original is in desert) I wrote from the pictures of Sambor Prei Kuk temple in Cambodia. Thank you once again goes to What Pegman Saw for taking us to a new place we’ve never been, this week to Sambor Prei Kuk Temple in Cambodia.. If you’ve enjoyed this little story, then please, come out and enjoy some others at: https://whatpegmansaw.com/blog/ . Just follow the prompt tag to the little blue frog… your adventure awaits.

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C. Angor tours

 

Standing before the temple, he let the sounds of the jungle silence. Then, suddenly and with stark clarity, the image of a predatory cat leading her cubs to the scent of prey leapt into his mind. He watched as the mother beast stalked with silent grace through the humid jungle, silently slipping closer and ever closer to its prey.

She crouched, springing forth with an energy that defied gravity. Then with a swiftness that belies wild things, she closed her jaws on the neck of her prey, bringing it down with a fatal scream. He gulped.

The scene was morbid and bloody. Selen gulped again, trying to dissemble the image, but failed. Hearing a sound, his eyes snapped open, breaking the hold on his mind and bringing him back to reality with a gasp. Rising, he scanned the area to see if the tour guide noticed his slip.

Stumped…(challenging the challenge)

 

Authors Note: Okay, so this week, Pegman has taken us to Sambor Prei Kuk Temple, Cambodia . The site is beyond awesome! Love the old temples filled with carvings, and even one overgrown by a huge tree. The history was an interesting read, too. I looked through hundreds of photos, decided on two, and sat down to write. Oh, what an inspiration! I wrote four different scenes to go with. In the end, none of the scenes are stand-alone stories…they’re only scenes in a larger story that is currently unfolding on my hard drive. Now, there’s the rub of the challenge. 250 words are easy, way beyond easy… fifteen minutes, tops! But to stand alone….Okay, so here’s my humble offering… and in the rarely used first-person (which I rarely if ever write in.)…

wc: 150  exact.

Was it sweat, or just the humidity? It really didn’t matter, the result was the same. I sighed, looking up at the old ruin in front of me. It looked familiar, like a dozen other ancient ruins I’d seen on my explorations. But, but there was something different here. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but the difference was palatable.

I took out my damp sketchbook, graphite, and sat down on a fallen tree to record the moment. I still had a few hours before the sun rose to it’s height and the solstice light would give clear vision to the interior. It occurred to me that I’d done this same thing at least a dozen times, and I’d yet to discover anything spectacular, so why did I do it?

The sketch complete, I tucked it into my bag, rose and climbed the steps.

The sun peaked.

I screamed.

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Thank you once again goes to What Pegman Saw for taking us to a new place we’ve never been, this week to Sambor Prei Kuk Temple in Cambodia.. If you’ve enjoyed this little story, then please, come out and enjoy some others at: https://whatpegmansaw.com/blog/ . Just follow the prompt tag to the little blue frog… your adventure awaits.

Headlines…

Sarah Potter

C. Sarah Potter

 

‘…Chaos ruled in the Capitol today…

Great plumes of

Acrid smoke and flames

Rolled sky ward…

The city darkened

Under its spell…

The fires roared like victim’s screams…

like a gang of demons

Released from the very gates of

Hades itself…’

United Press Corporation,

Bhrilan Colony,

Log Date 5860.24

And thus, the war began…

 

wc: 54

Author’s Words: My story this week comes from a chapter opener I wrote back in the early aughts, somewhere around ’01-’04. Probably was an assignment for a class in college. Anyway, it just seems to fit my week, summed up in one word: Chaos.

     This week, I’m being pulled a million directions at once. So very much going on here on the homefront. Hubby’s last day at his current job is tomorrow. Monday, he starts a new job in a different city. In the meantime, juggling a packed schedule of things that need to be done yesterday. I may not even have time to read everyone’s story this week, and for that I will apologize. I love ALL your stories. I’ll read what I can. Hopefully, I’ll be able to find an internet source near the new work location without having to go too far.

If you would like to join the 100 word weekly writing craze known as Friday Fictioneers, please join us out at the blog of our lovely hostess, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Thank you, Sarah Potter, for such an inspirational photo this week. Sorry that I couldn’t do it more justice. Maybe next week I’ll have a chance to think about it and write something better. We’d love to see you stop by, and maybe even share a story with us.  You can find us all at: https://rochellewisoff.com/?wref=b