The Voice

Don’t think you’re fooling me. I know what you’re all up to. The voice told me this would happen, warned me to be on my guard against you and you’re like. I’m ready, I’m telling you, you ain’t taking me without a fight. What’s that voice? What’s that you’re saying?

‘Satan’s streets seething with sinister secrets.’

Yeah, I got that one. I’m ready. Look at them, the bastards. Laughing at me behind their hands, thinking I don’t know what they’re up to, but I do. The voice tells me what they’re saying, he tells me everything. He keeps me safe.

‘Wild women, wistfully watching, waiting for you to make the wrong move.’

I see them voice! God they’re everywhere, surrounding me, getting closer. It’s hard to breathe. I can feel their hands stretching out, their claws tearing at my skin. Help me voice, I’m not sure I can hold them off.

‘Beware the beauty in black.’

Got her voice! In the crowd, laughing, taking photos. Don’t let her see me, please God, don’t let her see me. She’s coming this way, camera flashing, people smiling. Her camera’s pointing straight at me, the lens peering into my heart. Then she’s gone, disappeared into the crowd.

‘Snapshot snatched your soul.’

What’s that voice? Hell, she’s got my soul. What am I going to do? I’m finished, done for. Help me voice, for pity’s sake, tell me what to do.

‘Bring me her broken, bloodied body.’

MikeJackson©2015

 

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One Last Shopping Trip

Photo Prompt ©Sandra Cook

Photo Prompt ©Sandra Cook

He trudged along the narrow streets of the old quarter, dragging the battered old trolley bag behind him. One last trip. He’d chosen this part of town as it had been where they’d first met. Happy days. If only he could turn the clock back. If only he hadn’t found out about her infidelity. Life was one long ‘if only’. What was done, was done. No going back now. Time to tidy up and move on. The bin area behind these boutique shops would be the ideal dumping ground for the last bits of her dismembered body. She’d loved shopping.

MikeJackson©2015

A 100 word story for Friday Fictioneers

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The Mutant Ball

“You’ve got to go, Billy.  Everyone will be there. You can’t miss the Mutant Ball.”

“Not sure mate, think I might stand out too much. Look at me. Apart from this third eye, you’d say I looked almost human.”

MikeJackson©2015

 

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Say Cheese!

I’m going to be in so much trouble! I’ve watched dad do it loads of times and it always seemed so easy. Point the camera, get the person to say ‘cheese’ and press the little button on the top. Photo taken.  That was all there was to it. So how come it didn’t work for me? I wonder if it’s because Maisie pulled a silly face instead of saying cheese? That’s sisters for you, never can do things properly. But even so, there shouldn’t have been that puff of green smoke. That never happens with dad. Then there’s Maisie. One moment she’s standing their pulling faces, next moment she’s gone! Disappeared! I’m sure she’s in here somewhere. Problem is, I don’t know what button to press to get her back out again. Dad’s going to kill me!

MikeJackson©2015

A story for VisualDare

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Early Morning Dip

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I can feel the warmth of the early morning sun on my back. The water around my ankles is freezing and I’m tempted to run back out. Instead I carry on, knowing my body will get used to the cold the further in I wade. My legs feel numb as the waves splash against my chest. I resist the temptation to turn round and look back at the empty beach where my carefully folded clothes and a note explaining why, are in a neat pile.

MikeJackson©2015

 Lillie McFerrin Writes

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‘He Didn’t Really Love Me’ – Shapeshifting 13

Frog Rock; Eastford, CT

Frog Rock; Eastford, CT

I thought he loved me. Last night we sat by the pond, talking of marriage and baby tadpoles. Today I find he’s already married. The bastard!

MikeJackson©2015

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Secrets

Whispered words carried on the breeze. What shall I do with your secret?

MikeJackson©2015

 

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They Missed The Light.

PHOTO PROMPT -© Raina Ng

PHOTO PROMPT –© Raina Ng

This was their first clean up job and I was here to assess their efficiency. A clean bill of health from me and we’d use them again. I ran through my assessment form. First impressions were very good. Everything was extremely neat and tidy. Possibly too tidy? I made a note. Broken furniture had been suitably repaired or replaced. The body had been removed and there were no visible signs of blood on the floor, walls or ceiling. Hang on, what’s that? Shit! One of the lightshades covered in blood. Such a shame. I’d had high hopes for this team.

MikeJackson©2015

A 100 Word Story for Friday Fictioneers

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I Warned Her

Kept saying, “Leave the wardrobe doors open at night and the Chimera will get you.” She just laughed. Every night she’d leave the doors open. Every night I’d shut them. Last night I forgot. Woke up this morning and she’s gone. Strange thing is, the Chimera’s taken all her clothes as well.

MikeJackson©2015

 

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Aim High

My old man’s mantra, ‘Aim high, kid.’  When it came to women I never once reached his lofty expectations. That’s about to change. Been watching this one for weeks. She’s  classy, intelligent and beautiful. Just need to get her to notice me.

MikeJackson©2015

 

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