Frozen puddles

Bland cream pastel walls, sterile, with no semblance of human interaction. It looked a lot like a room suited for an interrogation, a mafia led interrogation. A room designed to convey the subtle message of fatality either ways you answered.

“Right, what else do we have here other than the victim?”

“Excluding the mug and table, nothing else.”

“Any finger prints or DNA tissue obtained?”

“No finger prints. Aimee is working on the victim as we speak, but nothing’s turned up.”

“Any ideas on the mug content?”

“Other than remind me of luka’s diaper contents last night, we’re stumped on that as well.”

They both smiled.

“Whatever happened here, that mug seems to be the only evidence of a storm that occurred.”

“Premeditated or random?”

“Definitely premeditated.”

His phone rang.

“Inspector Morris here….. right…. any clue as to the cause of death?”.

“Turns out the victim is an amateur sculpture at some Michigan college …”

“Won’t be far-fetched to assume that’s mud?” pointing to the mug.

“No speculations Jake. What  brought him way out here?”


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Party time

Hi,

You’re officially invited to the optical illusion masquerade. 

You’re advised to come in a costume befitting the idea of a distorted continuum. 

Epsilon will be dressed as the mad hatter.

Zeta will be coming as the March hare.

Omicron will be coming as Time.

Rho and Sigma will be the dumb twins (as per usual)

Upsilon will be there ever on time as the white rabbit.

I have taken time to explain this, please try to be a better alpha this time

granted Alice should be a bit confused but being totally clueless isn’t acceptable. 

xxx

Upsilon

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
Ted Strutz

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Coloured lines

“Mrs Mcguire can George come out to play?”

“Sorry hun, but George has a cold, so no playing outside today.”

“Uhhhh”

“Where’s your mum?”

“I don’t know. She went to get some milk ages ago.” mumbling the last bit he turned to leave.

“Do you want to come in and help me make some ginger biscuits for Richard?”

Like the glow of an LCD bulb his little face brightened up”Can I?”

“Sure love, come on in.”

Lines had no business crossing little faces at least that’s what I think, life, however has other ideas.

With a mother who could drink his weight in a night and a dad who only cared to show up at conception, it was a surprise Richard knew his please and thank you’s.

But who was she to judge lines still found it’s way to her little one’s face, life was a persistent artist, all one can do is try to make them bright and colourful lines.

“Do you like ginger biscuits Richard?”


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Out cold

“Morning darling,”

“Morning gorgeous, off to work already?”

“You bet I am, no rest for the wicked and what not.”

Her phone rumbled with his laughter.

“Did you get any snow over there?”

“Nope! Not a speck of snow or frost in sight. Mr sunshine is basking in warmth.”

“You lucky devil.”

“Well I brought hell with me baby and your missing it.”

She smiled.

“Can you open the door for me?”

“The door …”

“Surprise!”

His smile looped into a convex shape.

“You’re in room 546 right? Come on my feet hurt.”

Hell was getting an icy makeover.

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot


Sorry I have been missing for a while now, my mind was overtaken by life.

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Spin the wheel

Spin the wheel and let it rest

Watch the wind where ever it leads

There lies Dagon’s meal – Plebeian savages.

Start with the Liver 

Feast your fill on thighs 

Satiate your hunger on brains and heart.

Feed the rest to the cubs.

Spin the wheels and let it rest

tonight the wailing voice of death rides the wind.

The sins of the arrogant cries out against them

I pray to bring a swift answer 

One to silence their tears.

Tonight the temple shall have it’s fill of blood.

Spin the wheel, let it rest

my strength like my hair returns.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook


Happy new year everyone.

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Under the light

“I love you.”

“Really?”

“What do you mean really?”

“I mean real love or just under the light in a hidden area ‘I love you’ kind of love?”

“Wow! That sounds like a premeditated question, sounds like you don’t trust me.”

“Premeditated? Why would you think that, is your love premeditated?”

This was starting to annoy me.  What game was she playing?

Looking him straight in the eyes as a thought suddenly registered “Did your last girlfriend gilt you when you said the L word? Some girls can be so heartless.”

“How did you know? That’s exactly what happened, she left me heart broken, deeply ashamed for saying the words.”

“Oh you poor thing”  Kissing him on the cheek, she held him for a few minutes and whispered into his ears.

“Is that it?”

She smiled coyly “Well are you going to or not?”

He went down on one knee, the light right in his face.

He didn’t see the bat neither did he hear the bearer approach behind him.


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Show your workings.

“A sum total isn’t obtained by adding all the factors in question, it is obtained from the computation of known variables/factors. The addition of an unknown value produces a total open to further investigation, assumptions and permutations with dire consequences. However obtaining a sum total shouldn’t be the benchmark of research/inquisition, the viability and computation of your known values are very important.”

The sound of the robotic arm as it pieced the clock together filled the laboratory.

Bang!!

Large textbooks hit the desk, disturbing the air, shattering the clock piece.

“Let’s review the big bang theory.”

PHOTO PTOMPT © Lucy Fridkin


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The quest

Opening his eyes he searched the world around him, a tiny voice whispered into his left ear startling him

“My name is  Moukahka, spirit of the forest. I know what you’re looking for.”

“Oh praise be to God, someone who finally knows what it is I am supposed to find.”

“Don’t you know what it is you seek?”

“No. I woke up to find myself in this mythical land.”

“Hmmm, you sound like a silly warrior. I must help you then else you’ll be totally lost.”

“Thank you lovely fairy.”

And so they set off on their journey a tiny figure leading a man bent over from trying to hold on to his guide. One walked with dainty steps, the other walked ungainly trying not to trip the both of them over.

Soon they were at the treasure spot, lovely green and white rays twinkled intermittently, boulders of different sizes and colours lay all over the place. 

“This is the treasure, now you’ve to open one of them.” giggled the fairy

Grandpa laughed “No way Daisy you’ll wait like everyone else.”


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Home.

It hadn’t been much of a home, had it?

I mean a tent with a tiny storage box was only supposed to serve a few days. But for them it was home for years.

His mothers lovely rhyme as she tucked him into his sleeping bag echoed through his mind;

Down in the meadow,

Just right in the hollow,

lived Conner 

the cornerstone of his mother’s life.

Someday we’ll give him a home

not of fabrics but bricks.

With love as a master and hope for a mistress.

Standing on the porch he smiled at the meadow.

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields


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Foiled

I read the mail each morning sitting by the bay windows. 

Mother often sat with me, she said the sunlight was at the perfect angle for reading. I sat here for the perfect view of a chiselled face firmly balanced on shoulders which would cast a shadow on Samson’s.

If only I could switch his body with that of prince Charming, now won’t life just be perfect. Hiding my wanton smile behind the mail, I turned my attention to the mailed responses to my summer soiree invite.

The first was from Ariel, was there really a point in opening this one?

There was no chance of Ariel making it to the soiree, poor girl, living on a tiny island oceans away from civilization. The voyage across was difficult, Ariel only crossed it once a year, she would just have reached home by the time the invite got to her. Good riddance if you asked me!

My smile crescendoed to a snarl as I read her response.


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