Thank You All!

A great big thanks to all the well-wishers out there. Oh, how I envy the ambidextrous people of the world😀 I can’t type with my left hand to save my life. Luckily I have my handy dandy tape recorder to record ideas for stories. Thank you again, and have a great week. PS it took me nearly 15 minutes to type this. I love you, autocorrect.

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So I Broke My Arm.

My posts have been slacking this past week.😪 I unfortunately broke me right arm and of course I’m a righty. Typing has become a task to say the least. And to complicate things, even more, my editing feedback starts rolling in in a week and a half. So please forgive me for my absence until this downtime and healing is complete. Have great Friday everyone.

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Question Of The Week

For you, what’s the difference between a successful day of writing and a failure?

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6️⃣ Word Story Challenge

In six words, tell your story of the above picture.

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Those Innocent Little Lies (Flash Fiction)

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                “Have you ever thought about killing yourself?”

                Tommy was thinking quick as he tried to analyze the situation. He wanted to fit in with these people, so every answer carried a certain amount of weight. “Well, ya know, it’s crossed my mind a few times,” he cringed as he said the words, hoping he had guessed correctly.

                “Yeah, me too. I feel that anyone who truly thinks about life has thought about suicide at some point or another,” Kristy said holding her head up high. “After all, suicide is a right we’re all born with, and no one can take that away.”

                As the daylight began to fade, Tommy, Kristy, and the other five drew closer to the fire. Tommy hoped he had made a good impression on them and was now considered ‘in.’ while he edged his way closer to Kristy he was struck from behind and everything went black as he hit the ground in a pile of helplessness.

                When he came to he realized both his hands were bound, one to each person on either side of him. The whole group was sitting around the fire in a circle, each attached to the next by handcuffs.

                “Tonight we take our lives in defiance of ourselves, our parents, and society,” Kristy was saying. She lifted her glass, and the others followed. Tommy noticed a cup resting on the ground before him, and he began to understand what was about to happen.

                “Pick up your glass Tommy,” Kristy motioned with the gun she was holding with her other hand. “If you don’t join us I’ll be forced to send you to the next world myself.”

                “What are you talking about? You guys are crazy! Why would you want to kill yourselves?”

                “You said you had thought about suicide. If you’ve thought about it, you’ve certainly entertained the idea of actually doing it. It’s the ultimate sacrifice. The ultimate ‘Fuck You’ to the world. Everyone, let’s drink. You first Tommy,” Kristy fired a shot into the air and Tommy reached for his glass. He began to drink and the other five followed in kind.

                After a few minutes, everyone began to choke and grab at their sides. Straining to breathe, a pinkish foam appeared at their mouths. Tommy and Kristy’s gurgling sounds slowly turned to laughter as they stood up and looked around at the others while they quickly lost the fight to live.

                Retrieving a key from her pocket, she unlocked her handcuffs and walked over to Tommy to release him.

                “That worked perfectly,” he said.

                “On to the next town, the next school. How many does that make now? Thirty-five? Forty? Well, we’d better get moving.”

 

Write Fearlessly

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Lost Lives

So many gone. Some may have never belonged. We’re left to wonder…
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A Sisters Choice (Flash Fiction)

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“I’m not Mandy! I’m Angela. You’ve got the wrong sister!”

“Sure mam. Your evil twin killed all those people.” The detectives grin widened.

“Check the DNA or something. It’ll prove I’m innocent,” her tears became uncontrollable, and she was unable to sit still. She reached for the detective as she rubbed her eyes and he continued.

“There’s no DNA or fingerprints. Just two eyewitnesses that put you at the scene of the murders.”

Angela was livid, she could not believe her sister had anything to do with this, and she refused to think that Mandy could have set her up. After all, she had just recently come back into her life.

6 Months Later

The curved blade of the knife glided with ease across the woman’s neck as she crumpled to the ground. Blood flowed outward onto the ground surrounding the bits of trash that lay here and there.

“Hey! What are you doing?”

She took off running around the corner and did her best to outpace the officer but to no avail.

‘I deserve this. I got aggressive and careless.’ She thought as the police car pulled into the station.

“It’s amazing. She looks exactly like her. I can’t believe she wasn’t lying. But how did this one fake her own death all those years ago?” Detective Thane was asking the arresting officer. “So which one is she? Angela or Mandy?”

“I’m Mandy, or as the papers have been calling me; the Cook county killer,” she quipped, not caring at that moment who knew what.

“Well, whichever one you are your sister is going to be happy to hear we have you in custody.”

As she sat surrounded by the other inmates eating, a heavy-set woman in her jumpsuit walked up from behind and whispered, “This is for killing my friend,” and stabbed her in the side of the neck. She instantly fell backward trying to hold her head up.

The guards tackled the woman, and she put up no fight as she stared at Mandy lying on the ground gurgling and choking.

The technician came running into the detective’s office, “It’s not her!”

“What? Slow down.” He said.

“It’s not her. It’s not Mandy. It was the sister Angela.”

“What are you talking about?” The detective asked already sensing the answer.

“Mandy and Angela must have switched places before we released Angela,” the technician was holding the fingerprint analysis.

“But why would Angela go along with trading places with Mandy?”

Getting in her car, she just smiled at the fact that her threat to have their parents killed had worked. Angela sat in jail while she was out and about to leave town for good.

‘Some people are so naïve’ Mandy said out loud to no one as she closed the car door and started the engine.

 

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