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Flash Fiction: The Acheri

Find the prequels here:

Part 1- Twittering Tale: Campfire

Part 2- Flash Fiction: Boots

Part 3- Flash Fiction: Stay Out

Part 4- Flash Fiction: Into The Woods

Part 5- Flash Fiction: Into The Woods 2

Part 6- Flash Fiction: The Woods

Part 7- Flash Fiction: The Woods 2

Part 8- Flash Fiction: Camp In The Woods

Part 9- Flash Fiction: Hunt In The Woods

Now the story continues…


The two boys stared wide eyed at the holstered silver gun.

It was huge. Even though they had no experience with guns other than video games, this weapon looked like no ordinary person could wield it. Not that Perseus looked like an ordinary person, either. Gary turned towards Billy.

“What is an Acheri?”

“Well, its a monster that preys on those who show fear. That’s why it tries to strike terror into its victims’ hearts, before attacking and capturing them.”

Perseus suddenly got up.

“The fog is thickening. A sure sign that the Acheri is there. Time to hunt.”

(To be continued)


Word Count: 99

Prompt:

Carrot Ranch February 7: Flash Fiction Challenge

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Flash Fiction: Camp in the Woods

Find the prequels here:

Part 1- Twittering Tale: Campfire

Part 2- Flash Fiction: Boots

Part 3- Flash Fiction: Stay Out

Part 4- Flash Fiction: Into The Woods

Part 5- Flash Fiction: Into The Woods 2

Part 6- Flash Fiction: The Woods

Part 7- Flash Fiction: The Woods 2

Now the story continues…


The boys gasped and turned slowly.

The found a young man dressed in a black suit smiling at them. On his hips lay holstered a huge pistol. The kids began backing away. The man raised his arms in the air and went down on one knee, making sure the kids could see him eye to eye.

“Hey! Don’t worry, guys. I won’t hurt you.”

Gary and Roger stopped in their tracks. The man continued smiling at them as he put one hand inside his pocket and fished out a badge.

“You see kids, I’m Agent Billy. You are safe with me.”

Gary spoke softly.

“Do you know what that face was? And our friend, he has disappeared. He was screaming, and..”

Billy nodded.

“Yes, I know that kids. Okay, first things first, what are your names?”

“I’m Gary and this is Roger. And our friend Kye is missing.”

Billy stood up and walked towards the kids.

“Okay, we will find Kye. I promise. All I need to know is, do you trust me?”

Gary looked at Roger. Roger nodded slowly.

“We trust you Agent Billy.”

Billy smiled again and adjusted his glasses.

“I have a camp set up close by, where my partner is waiting for me. If someone knows how to get Kye back, its my partner. Come, lets go to the camp. Its not safe out here. Just keep your eyes peeled, okay?”

The two boys nodded in unison and began following closely behind Billy, who led them deeper into the woods. In a few minutes, the boys found themselves facing a huge hollow tree, surrounded by perimeter lights. In front of the tree, the boys saw a ghostly figure sitting cross legged facing them. Billy ruffled the boys’ hair.

“That’s my partner, Special Agent Perseus.”

(Read the next part here – Flash Fiction: Hunt In The Woods)

(To read more about Billy and Perseus read The Statues Series here )


Word Count: 298

Prompt:

Tell The Story Challenge

I nominate –

Asha Seth

Laura Bailey

SanaH

If they choose to accept, they would have to tell a story about the following image:

Cute Childhood Artwork (id: 156468)

 

Happy reading! 🙂

 

Manic Madness: Dark Vacation

It was summertime, and my vacations were on.

I decided to backpack across the country, visiting ghostly castles, wrecked towns and other places of historical importance. The last lap of my journey, before departing the country brought me to The Boondocks Bar and Inn. I had heard of the mysterious room 13. The stories said that many years ago, a witch lived in the room. Until one day, she was executed for her damned practices. The deadly witch had called out for Satan, even during her final confession. Everyone who lived there complained of an ominous presence. I wanted to experience it.

I entered the Inn and asked the forlorn faced innkeeper for room 13. The man looked at me stoically, handed me the key without any question and got back to listening to the dirgeful music playing on the radio.

I settled into the room, which looked quite well maintained for a supposed haunted room. I called in for dinner – a nice plate of fish and chips. Waiting for my food, I walked over to the dressing mirror. I stared at my reflection looking at my well known imperfections. My reflection stared back at me and winked. My heart skipped a beat as I remained frozen in place gawking at my reflection. Its mouth curled into a sultry smile, poison dripping out. It made a hushing gesture asking for silence. As scars appeared on its face, the reflection transformed into a scythe wielding reaper. The scythe slashed through the mirror, shattering it. The cold metal lodged itself in my chest, making me scream out in pain.

The knocking on my door brought me back to my senses. The mirror was unshattered as before. My reflection was behaving as it should. I opened the door to find the innkeeper holding a plate of fish and chips. I rejoiced inwardly. I began holding great reverence for the innkeeper for his timely arrival. He placed the plate on the table and smiled at me.
“Eat up. It will help reduce the pain in your chest.”

I noticed his smile was rather sinister….


Word Count: 350

Prompt:

Manic Madness

Okay, wow! 31 words!! This was quite a challenge set by Laura. I hope it has turned out well.

Happy reading! 🙂

Flash Fiction: Into The Woods 2

Find the prequels here:

Part 1- Twittering Tale: Campfire

Part 2- Flash Fiction: Boots

Part 3- Flash Fiction: Stay Out

Part 4- Flash Fiction: Into The Woods

Now the story continues…


The boys could hear the grating sound getting closer.

They huddled together forming a circle, their eyes scanning their surroundings. Their brows furrowed with concentration. The trio was now sure about it.

There was something in the woods, stalking them…

(Find the sequel here- Flash Fiction: The Woods)


Word Count: 40

Prompt:

Weekend Writing Prompt #90 – Furrowed

Flash Fiction: Stay Out

Find the prequels here:

Part 1- Twittering Tale: Campfire

Part 2- Flash Fiction: Boots

Now the story continues…


The kids stared at the woods.

Gary placed an arm on Roger’s shoulder.

“You know we are not supposed to go there right?”

Roger shrugged.

“Yeah, I know. But that’s my favourite football that Kye kicked into the woods. I am going to get it back, and Kye is coming with me.”

Roger looked at the whimpering Kye. The smaller boy was clearly more afraid of Roger than he was of the forest. Gary crossed his arms.

“No! I don’t want to go there and find out what the adults were so scared about.”

Roger snorted.

“Ha! I hope we find what scared them. Any way, move out of the way, Gary.”

Gary was no match for Roger’s strength. He gave in and stepped aside. Roger walked passed triumphantly, dragging Kye along. Gary sighed. He could not go home alone, anyway.

He followed his friends into the woods…

(Read the sequel here- Part 4- Flash Fiction: Into The Woods)


Word Count: 148

Prompt:

FFfAW Challenge – 200th

Twittering Tale: Campfire

They sat at the campfire.

The flames were warm and mood was jolly. They sang merry tunes and shared scary stories. They were enjoying nature’s grace.

They paid no heed to the eerie fog settling around them, nor notice the creatures coming from the forest.

Taking all of them away…

(Find the sequel here – Flash Fiction: Boots )


Character Count: 280

Prompt: Twittering Tales #119

Twittering Tale: Christmas Night

This is the last house for the night.

It does look quite weird, the Christmas decoration. Spooky. But as Santa Claus, I will do my job.

Nice, an open window. Now only to place the present. Wait, what’s this? A TRAP?

Why are these people approaching me with knives and a hungry look?!


Prompt:

Twittering Tales #116