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The Cycle Continues

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

He stood on the rocks, gazing out over the water as waves broke at his feet.

“She belongs to them now,” a withered voice spoke from behind.

He shook his head. “What right do they have?”

“That’s how it works. That’s how it’s always worked. We sacrifice one for the good of the many. It was your turn to offer the sacrifice. Simple as that,” the old woman replied.

“Will they kill her?” he asked, hopeful.

“You know better, James. They’ll turn her into one of them. She’ll be the monster that comes to take Peter’s little girl next cycle.”

I skipped last week because I was out of town having fun over the weekend and knew I wouldn’t be around to do any reading of the other stories. You can check out a bit of the fun I was having by visiting yesterday’s post.

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At the Water’s Edge



He knew she was out there, somewhere, probably hidden under all those lily pads–obscured by the dark, murky water. The water rippled in the wind, making the lily pads bob up and down in a hypnotic dance. He wasn’t sure he’d ever find her–wasn’t sure he even wanted to. Seeing her again wouldn’t lead anywhere good, not after so many years. He knew that, but still he went there every day after work and sat at the water’s edge. Not seeing her again seemed worse somehow. He needed to know she existed–needed to know he wasn’t crazy.

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He Came Back Last Night

PHOTO PROMPT- © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT- © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

She watched the calm water through the window. The lake looked so benign in the daylight that she wasn’t sure she trusted her memory of the previous night.

Maybe it was just a dream, she said aloud, but didn’t believe her own words.

She’d seen him there on the dock. Only instead of legs, his torso sat upon the end of a massive tentacle, like some macabre finger puppet, that disappeared into the depths of the glassy water.

He’d beckoned her, and she’d almost gone to him. She’d almost given herself freely to the creature that’d worn her husband’s skin.

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Storybook Corner – June

IMG_20140222_145513Sebastian watched the manhole cover from under his newspaper blanket. Two nights in a row he’d seen something emerge from the tunnels beneath the park–of course, he’d been chin deep in a bottle of whiskey each night. He wondered if it would happen a third time. He’d forced himself to stay sober that day–not an easy feat for a man such as him.

The heavy, metal cover lifted into the air and slid across the cobblestone walkway. Sebastian shrank back into the protection of the newspapers draped over his body. He couldn’t remember exactly what he’d seen the other nights. Now that he wasn’t inebriated and he was about to see it again, he wasn’t sure he wanted to remember.

A hand–more claw than hand, really–slipped through the opening and hoisted a beast from out of the bowels of the park. It’s long crocodilian snout sniffed at the air. It stood up on its hind legs in the pale light of the arc lamp  just down the path. Its massive tail flicked back and forth along the ground behind it. The heavily scaled creature bent at the waist and slid the cover back into place with a single hand.

Sebastian’s body shook uncontrollably under the pile of newspaper. The beast sniffed the air and turned its massive head toward the sound. Sebastian squeezed his eyes shut and waited to be devoured. After what he imagined was at least ten minutes he opened his eyes again. The creature had disappeared.

Sebastian sat up and the newspapers rained to the ground from his park bench. He focused his eyes on the manhole cover. He couldn’t help wondering if he’d imagined the entire encounter. Years of alcohol abuse has lasting repercussions on the mind. One day sober isn’t even to get out from beneath the shadow of alcoholism.

He sat on the bench for hours pondering whether or not the creature was real, at the same time wishing he had something to drink. With dawn approaching a rustling in the bushes to his right demanded his attention. The beast pushed through with a bloody, unconscious woman drapped across its shoulder. It trudged toward the entrance to its lair and Sebastian stood up to get a better look.

The creature pulled the manhole cover aside, and grabbed the woman by the waist.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” Sebastian yelled before he could stop himself.

The crocodilian humanoid looked at the puny homeless man. It dropped the woman through the hole, and the corners of its long mouth pushed upward it what appeared to be a grin before it followed her in. Once again the hand came through the hole, this time to slid the cover back to its rightful place.

Sebastian ran. His intention was to go to the police, but he ended up at the nearest liquor store, waiting outside until they opened so he could use what little cash he had on something that would help him forget what he’d seen.


The Swamp Creature From The Murky Puddle

Photo Copyright -B. W. Beacham

Photo Copyright -B. W. Beacham

“This movie sucks. I can see the zipper!” Chuck stood up and headed for the door.

“It’s a B-movie. That’s half the fun,” Marcus called out.

Chuck stopped at the cardboard cutout of the swamp creature in the lobby. “Jesus, you can even see the zipper on this thing.”

“That a problem?”

He turned around to see someone dressed as the creature, complete with zipper. “You’ve gotta be kidding.”

“Unzip it. Or are you chicken?”

Chuck rolled his eyes and yanked the zipper down. The void beyond, pink and full of teeth, salivated at the prospect of a fresh meal.

This story was written for Friday Fictioneers. Admittedly, not my best work, but I like it.