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Prompted: Secrets are Dangerous

Write Now Writing Prompts

Author’s Note:

I thought it high time I dipped my toe back into some flash fiction. I’m pretty rusty though, so be gentle. It was the best I had in me for 5 minutes of writing…

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Secrets.

To be human was to have at least one. As small as clamping down on a bottom lip to avoid emotion spillage in a valiant effort to protect the heart against pain from others to those more sinister; things that would leave tooth marks were they to come to light, everyone carried their own.

Funny thing about secrets though. They always seemed to get out no matter how tightly they were held. Some seemed to bubble up as if from an underground stream and no one knew where exactly where it had come from.

Others blew wide open, exploding with grand dramatic flair, leaving a swath of mayhem and chaos. And annihilating all within it’s wake.

No one was safe when they had secrets.

This was a fact she knew only too well. She had many such secrets and her soul was heavy with them. Because she knew things. She couldn’t help it, didn’t ask for it, definitely didn’t want it-but there it was. Such was life and it wasn’t going to change.

So just how she had worked for him for ten years without knowing what the company’s real business was, well, it was beyond her. How could she hear the whispers in her mind-the whispers that never ceased unless she was alone and safely shut away within her soundproofed rooms, but fail to catch this?

Worst of all, now that she did know, what was she to do? She couldn’t continue working for him, the man who had alternately scared and seduced her time and again. Silly. What did it matter now? What she would be doing would be condoning the unthinkable.

That she could not abide.

She felt she had just enough room for one more secret.

And it would belong to her alone.

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Hell’s Home: Addie and Aaron

2 blogs, 1 story
One story, two blogs. Using the writing prompts from Today’s Author

Addie saw Stimple’s front door was slightly ajar, but she kicked it wide open anyway. It promptly bounced against the wall and slammed shut in her face with a resounding boom.

 So much for a future with SWAT.

Trying again, she gingerly turned the knob and walked in. She saw the large hole in the drywall and grimaced.

Probably should pay for that.

The house was quiet, Stimple was either hiding or maybe loading a shotgun, but nowhere in sight. She knew he was here. She could feel it.

Stimple! If you don’t come out now, so help me, I’ll crack you on the head and tell God you died.”

After a moment, a long moment, the man of Hell’s Home emerged from the bedroom. Without a shotgun. His eyes were bloodshot, his face worn and his clothes bagged and hung from his frame.

The sight of him had Addie trading her anger for disquiet. He wasn’t exactly the picture of health, nor was he sporting an evil smirk. Though she supposed she’d probably look the same if she had opened the gates and stuck around too.

Aaron’s eyes studied Addie warily as he sat down on the couch, flicking a hand towards her to join him. “What do you want?”

Straight to the point then. Good.

“You have to rebuild the gate. And you have to do it quickly. In case you haven’t noticed, weird stuff has been going down and the natives are restless.”

Aaron leaned forward and cradled his head in his hands.

“Oh, I get it. You’re confused. I know you think you’re here, still alive and breathing but you’re dead. Sorry you had to hear it from me. If you need assistance moving o-”

Addie’s hand snaked out to grab the closest object handy and closed around a book. Whacking him briskly on top of his head, she asked outraged,

“Have you gone completely ’round the bend? I’m alive. Flesh, blood, warm and breathing.”

“Hey!” Aaron grabbed for her arm and dropped it in shock. “You can’t-wait. You are warm but you’re dea-” whack!

“Quit it now! How can you be warm and dead?”

Aaron’s mind was racing.There was a piece missing. Had to be because something wasn’t right. He felt as dumb as he had when he’d fallen for that home security scam. Two days after installing the most advanced home security system available, he came home to find his security codes no longer worked. And his house cleaned out.

He glanced at Addie. Nope. Dumber.

The woman getting ready to renew her assault on his head was clearly dead but…not. She had to be (a guardian) a figment of his overworked mind. It wasn’t possible, as far as his limited knowledge went, to be able to be both.

Addie lowered the book. No use in beating him up anymore, even if he was of the male species. He was as confused as she. “Ugh, this is nuts. Where is your ole pal Roger? Would he have some answers?”

Aaron said nothing. And together they sat in the deepening gloom. Waiting.

Author’s Note:
Remember to check out more from Aaron Simple and the rest of the cast from the continuing story of Hell’s Home. 2 blogs, 1 story, lots of fun.

The hell you know and the hell you don’t

 

Blog ping-pong with Random Thoughts

 

“Let me get this straight, Adelaide. Your boyfriend is married, but not to you, you’re having a recurring nightmare at a recurring time, you’re writing in your sleep, and your iphone is haunted? All this in one week?”

Addie sighed. “Yeah, except it feels closer to 4 months than just a week.”

Sophia leaned back in her chair and chuckled softly, even as her concerned gaze swept over her daughter, taking in Addie’s pale face and haggard appearance.

“You never did do anything on a small scale,” she commented lightly. “Not even when you-”

“Tell me about Hell’s Home, Mom.” Addie interrupted brusquely. She knew she’d suffer a month of guilt trips for her rudeness, but Sophia’s reminiscing would have to wait.

“Remember that story you used to tell me? About how Hell’s Home is supposed to be the gate that opens the crossroads? The place of everywhere?”

Sophia’s smile faded and she shifted uneasily. “Honey, that’s just an old ghost story. It isn’t true, you know that.” Sophia got up and began to clear the last of the dishes from the table.

“So what are you going to do about your married boyfriend? What’s his name again?”

“Mom. Please.” Addie insisted quietly. “I need to know.”

Sophia’s shoulders slumped as she sat back down and stared down absently at her folded hands.

“It wasn’t ever a good place to be, not for any length of time, Hell’s Home. When the settlers first staked it, no natives came to fight them for it. They wouldn’t come near it. Claimed it was inhabited by spirits that had never walked as humans and the place for the dead. Of course that didn’t scare the settlers, they just laughed and went on with life.”

“But things kept happening. They said time was weird there. It would stretch out for the longest or it would pass in what felt like seconds. Fires would start as if by magic and would destroy everything in their path, crops failed, livestock died, children disappeared. The settlers were desperate. The story goes that an arrangement was made.”

An arrangement with who-I don’t know. I do know those big iron gates that stood at beginning of the path leading into the woods were part of that agreement. The same gates the contractor guy demolished a couple of months ago.”

“What happens if the gates are taken down?” Addie asked and shivered, despite the heat.

Sophia shrugged, not looking away from her hands.

“The story never said. Hell on earth maybe? I don’t know. Look, why don’t you stay with me and your Dad? I know he’d love to have you around and I’d love to introduce you to my neighbor’s son.”

Addie was up and kissing Sophia before she could stop her. “Thanks Mom, maybe later. I’ve got to run. Love you.”

Addie had one more stop to make before she could call it a day. When this was all said and done, she was taking a break. Going on vacation was usually so much work, but this year it was going to be different. She would make sure of it.

For now though, it was time to rattle Aaron Stimple’s cage. He had some splainin’ to do and he’d better be fast when he did.

Hell had even less patience than Addie and a lot meaner and scarier motivators.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hell’s Home: Better run like hell

 

2 blogs, 1 story

 
Lightning pierced the sky. The air was becoming heavier and the filtered sunlight that shone down through the tree canopy within the woods was almost gone.

A storm was coming. A big one from the looks of it and Roger wanted gone. Despite these things, Roger’s truck keys remained undaunted-and hidden from view.

He had no idea how long the woman had been standing in front of him before she tapped him on the shoulder, causing him to jump and let out a very unmanly squeal.

Just a little one, she probably didn’t even hear it, but still.

Getting startled and jumping made for a bad impression when the paranormal was supposed to be your thing.

“Hey! Pay attention when you’re being spoken to. I know who and what you are,” the woman snarled up at him without preamble, her features twisting into a mask of contempt, her hands on her hips.

“And you aren’t welcome here.”

Oh now everything was perfect. Because dealing with a harpy, a storm at night in the woods, and looking for his keys was exactly what he needed this very moment.

“Yeah? You’re at the advantage then. Who are you?” Roger asked, resigned.

The woman peered at Roger in exasperated annoyance. “Why don’t you ask Addie?”

She nodded at his surprise.

“Mmhhmm, I thought you’d run into to her. Look, what you think you know? You don’t. Go home, we don’t need you getting in the way.”

She jangled Roger’s errant keys in his face for emphasis and he jumped. Again. What was wrong with him?

He had to clear his throat before he could speak. “Why are you so angry? I’ve done nothing wrong.”

The woman rolled her eyes, plunked the keys in the palm of his hand and turned away from him, letting the wind carry back her answer.

“We don’t want you here. None of us do. Keep your nose out of what doesn’t concern you. You’ll be much safer.”

Rog wondered uneasily if she weren’t right, as he (ran) made his way back to towards the house and the truck.

He managed to kick off his muddy boots before he hit the bed and slept soundly, only to awaken with the feeling of someone standing next to his bed. No one was.

Glancing at the clock, he saw it was only 5:15am but he felt like he was already hours behind schedule.

Hell’s Home was the holder of secrets and full to the brim with the angry, the restless and agitated, and the lost.

He had the strangest feeling that time was running out. For himself and for Addie and Aaron. Trick was, figuring it out before time was up.