What’s the Story Here? [Creative Writing Exercise]

    It’s time for a creative writing exercise! Whether you write fiction or non-fiction, you need to boost your creativity.

    Take a look at the image above.

    What’s the story?

    Can you come up with a mini-drama of not more than 350 words?

    Here’s how it works:

    • We set the scene
    • You make it your own, and
    • Share your creation in the comments section of this post

     Now for the ground rules:

    • Your story must be 350 words or less.
    • WTD provides an encouraging and safe environment for writers to grow and learn from each other. We’d love you to comment on other people’s submissions in a friendly and supportive manner.

    Boost your imagination with this creative writing exercise

    Can you weave a compelling story around this image in 350 words or less?

    I can’t wait to read what you come up with, so please copy your story into the comments section of this post.

    Oh, and have you joined the Great Writing Challenge 2016 yet? It’s not too late! Click here and add a comment to join over 600 other participants.

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    About the author

      Mary Jaksch

      Mary Jaksch is best known for her exceptional training for writers at WritetoDone.com and for her cutting-edge book, Youthful Aging Secrets. In her “spare” time, Mary is also the brains behind GoodlifeZEN.com, a Zen Master, a mother, and a 5th Degree Black Belt.

    • SURREALREVEALED

      It was one of those oppressive days, storms were brewing in the air. It was a Bank Holiday Monday and Sadie had her own agenda of what she wanted to do . Her friends and family seemed not to care, Sadie could find no one with which to enjoy her day. She felt neither fish nor fowl and that all had abandoned her, left, to her to go her own separate way.
      Tormented by the way she felt and finding it very hard to contain the intensity of her feelings, Sadie decided that she would indeed, do as she pleased.
      Discarding her original plans, Sadie took her bike from the garage and decided to seek her own solace. She mounted and rode her bike, as hard as she could. Like a bat out of hell she rode down to the forest. She rode to the spot where the river rapids bubbled and boiled over volcanic rock, rocks which had been laid and smoothed beneath the river since time immortal.
      From times past Sadie had found this spot to be, both, her refuge and protector, today was no exception.
      Whishing she was far away, and feeling the anger of the way she felt, her mind was perpetually filled with evil thoughts of revenge to those who had, in her mind, made her feel as she did.
      All the while, the storms brewed and dark clouds thickened, creating an electric charge so intense that it made the whole atmosphere create a sympathetic aura to the way that Sadie felt.
      Blinding was the strike and with it to a crash so loud that Sadie, momentarily stunned was taken to a silent World. A World where time stands still and all revealed is wrapped into surreal. Before Her very eyes; Sadie being witness, saw her own demise; Plunging from the trees, from where the road above twists and turns , beneath the canopy of leaves. Sadie, in her very own car, left the road and plunged deep into the rapid river flow, sinking deep beneath.
      In an instant, surreal became the real…….

      ©2016Christine Bousell

    • Suddenly, she felt a tremor in the log. Someone was driving nearby. She couldn’t hear the truck. She could only hear the water, but she felt reverberation. She glanced wildly about to see if there was any way she could hide, but there was no handhold, no rail, nothing hanging from the log that she could grab to swing herself underneath it to invisibility. A moment later she heard the chink of gravel just out of sight. Someone was walking toward the bridge. And then he was there, standing above her on the log, reaching down for her hands. Fall and be destroyed or allow him to pull her up? She stretched forth one hand, and he grabbed her. She was safe—for now.

    • Ebru says:

      I take a deep breath and use all my strength to have that look… that deep look with the sign of both anger and despair… That look suggesting there is nothing left to be done. I should’ve listened to my parents when they said “that road is pretty dangerous”. If I could just go back an hour…
      I hear the roaring of it as it grabs my ankles and pulls me to itself. I look at my car and the dirty water of the river, which I’ll probably end up in in a matter of seconds. As I grab all my attention and power left to scream for one last time, just out of optimism, I feel the sharp teeth of it on my leg and my blood leaving my vessels as it is sucked by that animal.
      I have no strength left to scream.

    • Libby says:

      Zelda pulled herself up and over the ledge onto the fallen log edging the road, her eyes in a fixed stare only half focusing. She knew what she had done was evil, but also knew no one would or could blame her. How could they? She had been nowhere near the car when it left the road, plunging from the cliff edge into the rapids below. But yes, she had caused the accident, although it wasn’t really and accident, was it, for it hadn’t happened by chance. It definitely hadn’t happened by chance!

      Done as a 13 minute exercise at at a writers group I belong to. ‘Zelda had sat for hours on the ledge, just below the log, out of sight from all who may have passed by, contemplating, focusing her mind, letting the fingers of her power take control as she searched for the thought waves that belonged to Peter, making her will his. He had been powerless, probably even unaware of his actions as he rounded that last bend. He had deserved this. In fact, they both had – scheming, dirty, two-timing tramp that she was, and he was no better! Now they could be together always, just as they had planned, even if it was at the bottom the ravine, their watery pathway to hell being lit, even now, by the headlights of their get-away car.’

    • Tim Lawhorn says:

      She finally had the courage to do that which she knew long ago must be done. No longer would she be the victim of the abuse, pain and degradation she had come to know as her existence. No longer would she be cruelly and callously left behind.

      No this was her time and she wasn’t at all repentant for what she had done. On the contrary, she was at last free, free from the uncertainty which had become her very life, free from the disappointment of repeatedly being let down, free from daily fear.

      After exhausting every alternative, she began formulating a plan and after several months she was ready to execute. Leaving her home on that fateful day, a sense of calm replaced the nerviness she felt on her many trial runs. Could it truly be her nightmare was about to end, she thought.

      Driving the route she had rehearsed time and again, she was keenly aware of every detail and as she neared the point where she would act, an innate sense of determination welled up from within. She pulled over and crept as close to the precipice as she dared before stopping. Shifting into park, she left the motor running and got out and scanned the surroundings. Confirming she was indeed alone, she looked up to the sky as if searching for a sign of confirmation in the righteousness of what she was about to do. The clouds were dark and ominous and at that precise moment a deafening thunderous clap shattered the stillness.

      Smiling, she reached in through the open door and shifted the car into drive. It slowly inched to the edge and then in a moment, it was gone. She waited until at long last she heard the recognizable sound of 4,000 pounds of Detroit steel plunging into the raging river below and then, without looking back, turned and began to walk away, free at last from the lemon that had been her car…

    • Bob Cohn says:

      About the time I saw her hands grab the rock, I heard the engine scream. I looked up to see a red convertible shoot out of the dense growth on the bluff on the other side of the inlet like it could fly. It couldn’t.
      When I reached down to help her, I recognized the thousand-yard stare. As I pulled her up, her chilled fingers dug into my hands like claws. She was drenched, shoeless, and the thin caftan thing she wore clung to her bare skin. About as appropriate as a ball gown for this setting.

      We watched the convertible bounce down through the white water like a pinball in an arcade game and sink into the pool below the rapids. Some of the shock left her face. She let go of my hands, took a deep breath, and as she opened her mouth to speak, whatever she’d been through caught up with her and I grabbed her.
      When I got her into the car, she was shivering and her carefully applied lipstick and eye shadow was a clown face on her colorless skin. I put my jacket over her and turned the heat up full blast. I chafed her hands to keep the blood flowing and she began to come around.

      Her first reaction was,”who the fuck are you!” She didn’t say it but that’s what she thought. If she hadn‘t looked like death warmed over she’d have been attractive. I gave her a couple of sips of brandy, and as her color returned, her story spilled out.

      “I had just put my makeup on when he burst in. I hadn’t heard from him in months. He said he wanted me back, and when I said ‘No way’ he showed me a big knife, dragged me to his fancy car and we raced off. When traffic stopped us, I jumped out and ran. I don’t know how I got down that bank or up those rocks. I guess he didn’t see the cliff. You don’t think he could have survived that crash, do you?”

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    • Arulnath says:

      the image is seems like an revenge story of a woman.

    • Anthony Gordon says:

      What’s the Story Here?
      Debra Rose was a bright, pretty, soft spoken woman that fell in love to a young man in Seattle. After six years of loving the man of her life who helped her establish a thriving antique shop she started to climb down the edge of the river’s embankment on Monday afternoons to wait for her husbands red Nissan to appear as always on his way home. For four weeks she sat at the exact spot at the same time of day and stared at the beautiful green landscape and churning river below her feet. Debra had been through a lot of family grief after losing her mother to cancer and her father from a broken heart the year before. Her brother and sister fought over their parent’s possessions for months as Eric her husband tried to keep her sanity in place during what he called a travesty and senseless bickering. Now Debra had found out that Eric was poking Sara her next door neighbor who was once a friend and confidante since high school.
      One dismal day she pondered the thought of how to deal with her cheating husband and the woman next door. It hurt her soul to know that his out of town Mondays turned out to be more than shopping for sellable antiques for the store. As a matter of fact, her husband’s rouse for doing an unthinkable act was the icing on the cake. She snapped and one Monday morning before he left to go shopping she punctured the brake line on his red car, then visited Sara her next door neighbor with a smile. She gave her a beautiful floral bowl of sugar. It was laced with rat poison. After chatting for an hour about this and that she left Sara’s house to sit at the river’s edge.
      Debra’s feelings were reserved, emotionless as she witnessed her husband’s car crash into the river below. She then climbed up the embankment with a blank stare knowing she would never be the same again.

    • Anthony Gordon says:

      What’s the Story Here?
      Debra Rose was a bright, pretty, soft spoken woman that fell in love to a young man in Seattle. After six years of loving the man of her life who helped her establish a thriving antique shop she started to climb down the edge of the river’s embankment on Monday afternoons to wait for her husbands red Nissan to appear as always on his way home. For four weeks she sat at the exact spot at the same time of day and stared at the beautiful green landscape and churning river below her feet. Debra had been through a lot of family grief after losing her mother to cancer and her father from a broken heart the year before. Her brother and sister fought over their parent’s possessions for months as Eric her husband tried to keep her sanity in place during what he called a travesty and senseless bickering. Now Debra had found out that Eric was poking Sara her next door neighbor who was once a friend and confidante since high school.
      One dismal day she pondered the thought of how to deal with her cheating husband and the woman next door. It hurt her soul to know that his out of town Mondays turned out to be more than shopping for sellable antiques for the store. As a matter of fact, her husband’s rouse for doing an unthinkable act was the icing on the cake. She snapped and one Monday morning before he left to go shopping she punctured the brake line on his red car, then visited Sara her next door neighbor with a smile. She gave her a beautiful floral bowl of sugar. It was laced with rat poison. After chatting for an hour about this and that she left Sara’s house to sit at the river’s edge.
      Debra’s feelings were reserved, emotionless as she witnessed her husband’s car crash into the river below. She then climbed up the embankment with a blank stare knowing she would never be the same again.

    • Anthony Gordon says:

      What’s the Story Here?
      Debra Rose was a bright, pretty, soft spoken woman that fell in love to a young man in Seattle. After six years of loving the man of her life who helped her establish a thriving antique shop she started to climb down the edge of the river’s embankment on Monday afternoons to wait for her husbands red Nissan to appear as always on his way home. For four weeks she sat at the exact spot at the same time of day and stared at the beautiful green landscape and churning river below her feet. Debra had been through a lot of family grief after losing her mother to cancer and her father from a broken heart the year before. Her brother and sister fought over their parent’s possessions for months as Eric her husband tried to keep her sanity in place during what he called a travesty and senseless bickering. Now Debra had found out that Eric was poking Sara her next door neighbor who was once a friend and confidante since high school.
      One dismal day she pondered the thought of how to deal with her cheating husband and the woman next door. It hurt her soul to know that his out of town Mondays turned out to be more than shopping for sell-able antiques for the store. As a matter of fact, her husband’s rouse for doing an unthinkable act was the icing on the cake. She snapped and one Monday morning before he left to go shopping she punctured the brake line on his red car, then visited Sara her next door neighbor with a smile. She gave her a beautiful floral bowl of sugar. It was laced with rat poison. After chatting for an hour about this and that she left Sara’s house to sit at the river’s edge.
      Debra’s feelings were reserved, emotionless as she witnessed her husband’s car crash into the river below. She then climbed up the embankment with a blank stare knowing she would never be the same again.

    • Hugh Parker says:

      Play the Tree
      As soon as Sara heard the news, she knew what to do.
      She drove all night and parked her car on the bridge below the dam. Her car pointed downstream. Water already gushed from the cracked concrete dam upstream. Clouds threatened more rain.
      In the headlight’s beams she found a mature enchanted tree with a straight trunk. Rain began to fall, spotting her garment.
      Sara did not have a super power that helped her accomplish feats quickly. She did have a talent to accomplish them slowly.
      She placed her hands on the trunk sides. Limbs popped off one at a time. Roots finally snapped.
      The trunk toppled toward the river. She placed both hands to one side of the trunk and said, “Show time!”
      Slow music filled the little valley. With her hands in place, she and the trunk lifted into the air. The water surged stronger and swept her car into the water. The music grew more dramatic.
      She continued to lift and move the trunk over the bridge. She aimed at a narrow point upstream. If she put the enchanted trunk in the correct place, it would block the surging water.
      Her persistent efforts would prevail.

    • Bay says:

      She sat high above the water watching it rush by. She knew some people found peace when they watched running water. The sound lulling them to slow their thoughts. That was not the case for her. Water brought her power. Her mind feed off the power of the current.

      She did not come here much. Keeping her power under control made her tired. She never ventured to this spot when she was tired or angry. Until today. This was the only spot she wanted to be. As she thought of pain they had caused the water started to flow faster. Angry.

      She felt her self-control snap. When she opened her eyes the car was already heading into the water. She heard them scream in terror. As much as they hurt her she could not let them die. They were stupid, mean kids but that did not give her the right to drown them.

      She turned and gripped the bolder she had been leaning on. She stared straight ahead and concentrated. She willed the car to rise in the air. Away from the rushing water. She blocked the screams from her mind. Willing the car back where her subconscious snatched it from. As she worked her mind the water started to calm. She turned and saw the car tumble over the tree tops as it went back.

      Once she felt the terror of her former friends start to calm she turned and sat back on her rock. She stilled her mind and thoughts. Maybe now they would leave her alone. If not she might not save them the next time.

    • Jo Hersh says:

      This is absolutely the last time I go fishing with you! The chicken salad’s just the way you like it, chips, cookies; I even dug the worms. But you, my love, forgot the license and the officer that pulled you out of the car seemed concerned yet ticked.
      What were you thinking?
      Had my hair and nails done for the wedding tomorrow and here we are. Without photo shop people would see what really happened. Will Candice be able to repair the damage in time? With enough concealer I suppose it is possible. Oh, Michael, Michael, Michael – how can I love you so?
      And yet, I do love you.
      We actually met trout fishing. I showed you where they were biting, you expertly baited my hook. It was a match made in fishnet!
      Then, what a whirlwind romance and three months later here we are; waiting for an ambulance and tow truck that will hopefully get us to the church…….er, hospital on time.
      Will your tux fit over the casts? Can you say “I do” with the trachea tube in your throat? What am I thinking? We’ll have to postpone the wedding until you’re healed.
      I’ve got to call the florist, bakery, church. Then, the preacher, all our guests…..oh, here’s the ambulance. Thank God!
      They’ve got you on the board, neck protected, IV’s started. Got to hold onto this log a bit longer. “Michael, I love you!” Fingers turning numb, just a bit longer………

    • Jo Hersh says:

      This is absolutely the last time I go fishing with you! The chicken salad’s just the way you like it, chips, cookies; I even dug the worms. But you, my love, forgot the license and the officer that pulled you out of the car seemed concerned yet ticked.
      What were you thinking?
      Had my hair and nails done for the wedding tomorrow and here we are. Without photo shop people would see what really happened. Will Candice be able to repair the damage in time? With enough concealer I suppose it is possible. Oh, Michael, Michael, Michael – how can I love you so?
      And yet, I do love you.
      We actually met trout fishing. I showed you where they were biting, you expertly baited my hook. It was a match made in fishnet!
      Then, what a whirlwind romance and three months later here we are; waiting for an ambulance and tow truck that will hopefully get us to the church…….er, hospital on time.
      Will your tux fit over the casts? Can you say “I do” with the trachea tube in your throat? What am I thinking? We’ll have to postpone the wedding until you’re healed.
      I’ve got to call the florist, bakery, church. Then, the preacher, all our guests…..oh, here’s the ambulance. Thank God!
      They’ve got you on the board, neck protected, IV’s started. Got to hold onto this log a bit longer. “Michael, I love you!” Fingers turning numb, just a bit longer………

    • Bay says:

      She sat high above the water watching it rush by. She knew some people found peace when they watched running water. The sound lulling them to slow their thoughts. That was not the case for her. Water brought her power. Her mind feed off the power of the current.

      She did not come here much. Keeping her power under control made her tired. She never ventured to this spot when she was tired or angry. Until today. This was the only spot she wanted to be. As she thought of pain they had caused the water started to flow faster. Angry.

      She felt her self-control snap. When she opened her eyes the car was already heading into the water. She heard them scream in terror. As much as they hurt her she could not let them die. They were stupid, mean kids but that did not give her the right to drown them.

      She turned and gripped the bolder she had been leaning on. She stared straight ahead and concentrated. She willed the car to rise in the air. Away from the rushing water. She blocked the screams from her mind. Willing the car back where her subconscious snatched it from. As she worked her mind the water started to calm. She turned and saw the car tumble over the tree tops as it went back.

      Once she felt the terror of her former friends start to calm she turned and sat back on her rock. She stilled her mind and thoughts. Maybe now they would leave her alone. If not she might not save them the next time.

    • Elenita says:

      All my selfies

      “Strike a pose one more time.“ This will enter the history she thought, while she climbed down the cliff looking for the perfect position.
      Since the first selfies started to appear globally, Angie knew she had to do it differently, she heat to evolve drama and take a simple action of photographing herself to another dimension. At the beginning it was easy. All she head to do is to find some extreme situation like bar fight or car crash. But her appetite grows and with that the danger of situations also.

      Murder scenes gave her most thrills. Somehow she managed to sneak and take a selfie just instant after killers leave the place. Police began to wonder about her innocence. But Angie didn’t mind, she loved the smell of fresh blood and still worm bodies. Unfortunately that wasn’t enough. Next step was participating. She felt that she had to create her own unique scenarios for perfect selfie.

      Angie was no murderer, she just loves tragic things and horror scenes, but she newer kill anyone, well not directly. There was times when she could help injured people instead of thanking photos, but she was so self-involved, selfish and self-absorbed with what she was doing that she didn’t saw anything else just reflection on her smart phone that gave her energy worth fighting for. After all she was doing it because of rewarding most beautiful and powerful feeling that she felt right after. Angie was first selfie-adrenaline junkie, and a famous one now.

      Her work finally gain glory and spread thought Internet. Quite a few stories are written on how she took this one. But instead of putting herself into danger, she fined people who were willing, for good amount of money, to push their car into the river while she strike a pose and became a legend.

    • Elenita says:

      All my selfies

      “Strike a pose one more time.“ This will enter the history she thought, while she climbed down the cliff looking for the perfect position.
      Since the first selfies started to appear globally, Angie knew she had to do it differently, she heat to evolve drama and take a simple action of photographing herself to another dimension. At the beginning it was easy. All she head to do is to find some extreme situation like bar fight or car crash. But her appetite grows and with that the danger of situations also.

      Murder scenes gave her most thrills. Somehow she managed to sneak and take a selfie just instant after killers leave the place. Police began to wonder about her innocence. But Angie didn’t mind, she loved the smell of fresh blood and still worm bodies. Unfortunately that wasn’t enough. Next step was participating. She felt that she had to create her own unique scenarios for perfect selfie.

      Angie was no murderer, she just loves tragic things and horror scenes, but she newer kill anyone, well not directly. There was times when she could help injured people instead of thanking photos, but she was so self-involved, selfish and self-absorbed with what she was doing that she didn’t saw anything else just reflection on her smart phone that gave her energy worth fighting for. After all she was doing it because of rewarding most beautiful and powerful feeling that she felt right after. Angie was first selfie-adrenaline junkie, and a famous one now.

      Her work finally gain glory and spread thought Internet. Quite a few stories are written on how she took this one. But instead of putting herself into danger, she fined people who were willing, for good amount of money, to push their car into the river while she strike a pose and became a legend.

    • Casi says:

      Edward didn’t see the cliff that plunged his car into the water, only the raging storm outside. Then cold water was streaming in the windows. Breathing deep in an attempt to push the panic back, he struggled to free the tangled seatbelt and get himself out of mortal danger.

      Despite his fear that rose with the water, he continued to try to work himself free, until the water swallowed the car. He spent a moment or two still struggling with the water logged seatbelt before blackness closed around him.

      He blinked his eyes open, staring up as the clouds raced across the sky. The storm hadn’t passed. Coughing racked him, and he turned on his side spitting out river water that had filled his lungs. For a few moments, he let himself evaluate his body, and to revel in the fact that he was alive before he looked around.

      Sitting next to him was a young woman, soaking wet and smiling. “Are you ok?” she asked. Her smile and relaxed shoulders said she was at home in the middle of bear infested woods during a storm that threatened to break the banks of the Gray River and flood Swanton, the small town nearby.

      “Who are you?” he blurted, drops of water spewing from his lips. Some of the water was from the river. Some of the water was from rain running down his face.

      “I’m Cari Arbez. Who are you?” she asked, her blue eyes piercing him. She folded her hands in her lap. “You were driving awfully fast down the curve of the road in that little red car.”

      “I’m Edward Bennet. Did you save me?” he asked avoiding the rest of her statement.

      “Yes,” she nodded, “Now it’s your turn to save me.” She gestured down her legs. Turning Edward saw a tail sticking out from under the dress she wore.

      “No, no,” he shook his head and stood up on the moss covered boulder at the edge of the river. “I have problems of my own,” and he turned to walk off.

    • Wow, really challenging, wanna try it later hehe. :p

    • Sweden says:

      There are many house rules left undone. When I was a kid, my mom told not to touch anything in the attic or even dare to open its door. But it’s really good to unfollow rules. When I’m in, there was a glittering tiny button that caught my attention. The button turns to different colors every second; blue, pink, yellow, then pink again, and black. It changes colors randomly. I remembered what mom said, but who cares, I picked it, then I discovered something. It was the missing piece of my 19-year-old sister’s science project. She’s been looking for it for many years. I wonder why it’s in the attic. I hurriedly went to my sister’s room, in my surprise, the button disappeared in my hand. I was shocked when I saw it on the floor, moving by itself. I don’t understand. Why I can see what’s on the button. It’s too microscopic. I can see what’s on the button. I can see green forest, a long river, animals, people, everything you can see outside is seen there. It’s awesome but fearful at the same time. There are humans walking, cars moving, birds flying. There were night and day. It is the same how the world looks like. How could this be? Then I realized, we are just one experiment being observed; how we populate, manage obstacles, and progress. We all came from one person. Our liferisk lies to her. She decides what will happen or what is good for us. The large world we always claim is just indeed as small as a button. The women whom I thought my sister and my mom are just my illusion. Anxious of what I discovered, I ran out of my house, drove my car for a very long years, and found myself dead with my orange summer dress.

    • Anthony Byards says:

      Nothing today went as expected.

      It started off normal enough. I was awoken, as usual, by sunrise gleaming through the trees but as I hunted for breakfast, I heard an incongruent sound in the distance. My ears perked up and I kept perfectly still. It sounded like a car, somewhere in the distance, but this was impossible – I hadn’t seen signs of civilisation here for months.

      Yet, as the seconds passed, the sound became clearer. It was indeed a car, being driven through the forest. I caught glimpse of the headlights.

      But something was wrong. The car was going fast and didn’t seem to be slowing down, even amidst the trees, and it was coming my way.

      I jumped to my feet and hid behind a tree. The car raced past and I heard a male voice shouting from within it. I slung my rucksack over my back and sprinted along behind the car, adrenaline coursing through my veins.

      The car sped away, until it was no longer in sight. Yet I followed the sound, determined to understand the situation. After running flat out for a few minutes I heard a loud splash – the car must have gone into the river. I kept going and arrived there a few moments later to find the car washed up on the side of the river – but I couldn’t see anyone inside.

      I scoured the river and spotted the outline mass of a person floating about 50 metres downstream. I couldn’t tell whether they were still alive but without thinking I jumped in and swam as fast as I could towards them. Living out here for so long has demanded I live by my instincts.

      After battling through the rough water, I made it to the body. I used all the strength I had left to pull them, and myself, on to the shore.

      After mustering the strength to stand, I turned the body over. But what I saw made the blood drain out of my face and the world around me spin uncontrollably… I was looking at myself. I am dead.

    • Warning some explicit language used.

      Missy stared at the computer screen in horror.

      Missy was looking at a photograph that represented the most terrifying and thrilling day of her young life.

      Internet bullying is a plague on young women and what she saw on the screen was an obvious threat. The bitch, Mary Jaksch, had outed her with a stupid creative writing exercise.

      The image was a clear portrayal of the day she freed herself from the survivalist commune where she was born and raised – with her face front and center.

      The plan wasn’t a 250 foot death dive into the Fraser River. Jak, one of the Daddies she had seduced in order to escape, would not keep his hands off her. Missy torn out his throat. A high mountain road with a dead Jak at the wheel, the car reached a speed of 85 miles per hour when it hit the river. At that speed, the river was like concrete. Cars are hard, bodies are soft, Jak could never make it but Missy and her sisters were different.

      The Liberty Commune, a nest of hardcore survivalists with a sketchy mission and hillbilly values, needed money. The Daddies decided the commune would serve the needs of the drug cartels for protection and wet work. Sex with the sisters was a side benefit.

      A meeting with some shadowy CIA operatives from the MK Ultra program for instruction and the proclivity of the Daddies towards sexual predation created a lethal mix. The girls born in the commune were programed from birth for two things – keep the Daddies happy and killing. Additionally, the sisters had an advantage in their work.

      Missy figured it was the drugs administered in the womb. Genetic mutations occurred in the MSTN and LRP5 genes making the sisters 8 times as strong as a 200 lb. male and virtually indestructible – Wolverine indestructible.

      At 5’ 2”, lithe, with perky tits, and long, long legs, the last thing a gun thug thought about was running away from this killing machine. Missy knew of plenty who had made that mistake.

      Now Mary Jaksch needed to die.

    • Elaine had been dating Jake through high school. Her family didn’t like him, but they didn’t like any of her friends, so there was nothing new on that score. Jake insisted they should get married as soon as she graduated from high school. Elaine jumped at the chance. Living at home wasn’t much fun, what with her father beating her up, and her mother yelling at her all the time. Really, anything would be an improvement over that.

      Secretly, they filled out the paperwork to apply for a marriage licence. Jake and Elaine celebrated by picking up a carton of ice cream, a dozen tacos with sour cream and guacamole, and a large double chocolate cake with mocha cream filling from the bakery. Elaine stole a bottle of whiskey from her father’s stash, to wash it all down with. Then they sat in the woods behind the park and ate till they both felt sick. Yeah, they knew how to celebrate.

      Two weeks later, Jake told her parents he was taking her to the movies, and that he would bring her home by midnight. Her father waved his shotgun at the two of them as they stood by the door, and said, “You ain’t back by midnight, I’m gonna shoot the both of you. Got it?” and he fired his gun through the plate glass window to punctuate what he said. Elaine’s mother burst out screaming, “Elaine Jenkins, it’s all your fault your father broke that window. If you behaved proper he wouldn’t never done that!”

      Instead of going to the movies, Elaine and Jake went to a JP and got married. They moved into Jake’s apartment. Elaine’s father was furious. He hired a detective to find them and shot them both at their apartment. This was the last straw for Elaine, however being a ghost was interesting. As her father was driving home, she stood in the middle of the road, forcing him to drive off, over the hill and into the stream. Her mother would be next.

    • Hey friends, we have an overactive Spam Checker. Our software often holds long comments back and then we have to go into the Spam folder and retrieve the comments (which we do every couple of hours or so).

      Just post a comment here and it will appear just as soon as we get to it.

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      • Stephania Bonnet says:

        That explains the slight wait. Will you be reading the stories? They are interesting especially mine ;)).

    • Andy Steffenhagen says:

      Thankfully, he didn’t kill anyone else. He used to do this many times. He would take me to the bar, usually on the weekends, get drunk and then we’d go home. I would always be worried on the way home. Oh, the way he would talk; mindless, incoherent fragments, like he was trying to describe how the wind looked. There’d be times when there was even another girl there too. I would have to just sit and listen to him talk to her the same way he talked to me. ‘Here, let me open that for you,’ ‘Are you thirsty?’ ‘That color makes you look beautiful’.
      It used to make me so angry when he would leave me. After the bar closed…awkward on the side of the street…humiliated. I would have to stay there and listen while passersby would point and laugh at me while he stumbled down the sidewalk. But I couldn’t stay mad at that. He shouldn’t’ve taken me back home on those nights.
      He shouldn’t’ve tried to take me home that night either. I tried to tell him, ‘no’, but he couldn’t hear me. He would never hear me. That girl he saw outside the bar that night with the cute dress and those eyes was just trying to make sense of her surroundings; trying to capture something wonderful. She didn’t want to talk. She didn’t care–was just searching. She had the choice to not hear him and walk away.
      He shouldn’t’ve tried to follow her.
      Every cent he’d spent on me became worthless at the moment when he turned his head to try to see her again…one last time.
      Watching him alone in the front seat cranking the wheel back and forth, void of any hesitation or recollective consciousness, it was inevitable that he’d lead me here to the bottom of this river that will never stop flowing.

    • Finally, the car started. “Thanks to old Ruby, the ever dependable one.” Jana said with a grin. She was comfortable behind the wheel, but this time, she didn’t buckle up. Rage River Creek was only a few minutes down the back road behind her quaint little cabin styled home. Her task would be done in reasonable time. Known as a long conversation initiator, Jana spoke to her thoughts.. “You know, we’ve known each other for so long, I never thought it would come to this. But I need you to understand. Friends don’t treat friends the way I’ve been treated, and I’m no crap taker! If we can’t have a mutual respect for each other, and if you can’t be there when I need you as if I’ve never taken time out to go above and beyond what’s necessary, we can just call it quits…to-freaking-day! But to keep from sounding like I’m whining, let me just give a few legitimate explanations.” Jana went on…in a serious voice. “Think back to the very important job opportunity – missed because of health problems, that dentist appointment – missed due to your needs, and please, let’s not forget my favorite cousins wedding and reception – missed with a ridiculous excuse I concocted to keep from looking like a total deadbeat at life! So there you have it, but it’s not as if you don’t already know.” An eerie silence permeated the car before Jana spoke again as she positioned old Ruby at the edge of the downhill slope. Looking into her rear view with a sigh, “Let’s face it. I’m better off ridding myself of your responsibilities to keep up with mine.” Without putting the car in park, and without warning, Jana jumped out and stood by as old Ruby made her decline over the slope towards the rushing water, carrying Jana’s long associated passengers to their demise. With a final dusting of her hands, Jana took off her beloved house flats and carried them both in one hand as she strolled back home, smiling. “Time for a ‘new’ Ruby.”

    • Wayne Kelso says:

      Forgetting To Waterproof Your Car

      The rain was constant, heavy and came from all angles, persisting for the entirety of the journey. Cara, resplendent in her orange floral dress, noticed the dripping of water from the seal at the top of her window. She pointed this out to her husband Gary, who was too busy noticing the same problem on his side to respond. A sloshing noise emanated from the back seat, and the 2 turned round to notice a small pool developing in the foot well, shooting from side to side depending on what type of corner they were rounding at the time.
      “Do we have any towels?” Gary asked anxiously. Cara shook her head, drinking the last of her coffee, scooping up some of the water into the cup and opening the window to throw it out. Gary implored her not to do so, and a brutal gust of wind shot into the car, throwing it into the other lane and into the path of a speeding van. Gary hurled the steering wheel to the left. The vehicle responded by skidding violently for the next 100 yards, falling over when it hit the ditch and shot off the edge, crashing against every tree and hedge on the way down, finally plummeting into the raging torrent which fed off the nightmarish weather. Gary and Cara struggled awkwardly and furiously with their seatbelts, water pouring in at every entry point, submerging their feet, lower legs and thighs by the time they had undone their clasp. Cara leapt out her already ajar window with Gary in tow. Neither was a particularly good swimmer, and they were dragged around by the rapids, hurled in whatever direction the river took and pulled underneath whenever a wave of white foam hurled above them. Cara made it to the shore first, using all her strength and resolve to drag her body up onto a soaking, slippery rock. Greg was directly behind her, holding onto the stone with all his might. Cara made it to the top first, and just in time to see their car disappear under the surface.

    • Carole says:

      TWO BLUE EGGS

      She drags herself up and out of an old nightmare, one she hadn’t had since she was ten years old.

      But she remembers the terror because she can feel her heart fluttering against her chest just like it always had and she also remembers not to scream, then her father would come and he would comfort her with his big rough hands and when they got under her nightgown as they eventually would, they’d hurt.

      So she doesn’t scream, just quietly waits for her heart to settle. She’d imagined her heart settling like a dove on it’s nest, the grey wing lifting just enough for her to see two huge blue eggs. And she’d known not to look too hard at the big black eye of the dove gazing back at her, if she looked too long she would surely end up next to those blue eggs, suffocating forever under soft grey feathers.

      She feels pain, that’s new; she’d never felt pain before. The pain is huge and mainly centered at her right ankle. Looking down isn’t really surprised to see two deep gouges surrounded by black bruises.

      She wants to rub her ankle, soothe the pain away but she can’t move her hands, not yet. There’s the sharp nostril burning smell of super-glue. The river’s rising fast and it’s raining again.

      Now her hands move, it hurts to move them but it’s not nearly as bad as when she pulled them off the old radiator. He’d used super-glue to make sure.

      A freezing raindrop lands on her eyeball, then another but she is unable to close her eyes. Her eyelids are glued wide open. Something is rolling over and over in the big rapids. A car? It’s a car, his stupid old man’s red car and he’s locked in the trunk.

      She had locked him in there while he screamed and sobbed and begged. And promised never to do it again, any of it. She listened then, and she listens now. Faint above the roar of the river she can still hear him screaming; it’s a good sound.

    • I saw this girl on the bridge, looking like a witch, her face lit up by lightning. Behind her was a car flying through the air, falling into the river at an impossible angle below trees which it must have flown over as there was no track through.
      But that’s impossible. Have I gone mad? Cars don’t fly. I don’t believe in magic. Yet it seemed too far away to have come off the bridge, which any way was just a fallen tree trunk, not a proper road bridge.
      Better stop worrying about reality and help her off the tree trunk anyway. Funny her clothes are not wet. Perhaps she was just watching and tried to get over to help – or to avoid the flying car.
      I started towards her but she flashed her eyes and snarled at me. When she did that I saw her teeth and thought, ‘Oh my god, it’s a vampire. This cannot be happening to me’. But you cannot just leave someone in trouble. I reached out to take hold and pull her up and over, but her flesh was ice-cold like a dead person. I screamed and dropped her hand. Like a coward I turned and ran as fast as my stumpy legs would carry me, home to our cottage nearby.
      I am making arrangements to move house. I cannot live in a haunted neighbourhood. John thinks I am mad, but I tell you I saw and felt it. No matter that there was no trace in the morning – that’s how vampires are.

      • I thought I should have changed the ending to add this:

        Later: how embarrassing. It turns out that a film was being made and this was just part of the set and drama. Silly me. Still, it saves a alot of money and trouble.

    • Richard says:

      Personally, I think these selfies have got out of hand?

    • Great post writing skills are amazing this is too good for every thing.

    • Ruhi says:

      iHi,

      Such an amazing writing skill in this post.
      Keep up the good work.

    • Annie D says:

      Megan watched the swollen river below and shivered, cursing herself for forgetting a jacket. As the minutes dragged past, the stormy sky darkened; threatening to open up again. Focusing on the far road, she narrowed her eyes.

      Hurry.

      A rustling in a nearby bush drew her attention and she watched as a bird emerged and flew off. The lush foliage surrounding her was still wet from the soaking it’d just received, and under different circumstances, she’d enjoy the serenity.

      Come on, hurry.

      The last six months had changed everything in her world. Jason had moved here from California in the middle of their senior year. He played guitar and possessed the rebellious spirit most girls were drawn to. Megan had been no exception. Not long after, they’d started dating. She remembered the way he held her, promising to love her forever, the night she’d given him her virginity.

      She shook her head to try and release the memory. Staring back at the road, she focused her mind on their future.

      Hurry before it’s too late.

      When she found out she was pregnant, she’d quit cheer. It’d broken her heart, but she couldn’t risk a fall. Her mom had been supportive, but she told no one else about the pregnancy. Graduation was just around the corner and she wouldn’t be showing until after, anyway.
      The car moving slowly along the road grabbed her attention and she focused on it.

      Hurry.

      When she told Jason about the baby, he denied it was his. Said he’d heard rumors she’d been sleeping around. She begged him to believe her but he simply walked away for good. For weeks he’d been refusing her calls and, now unexpectedly, his family was moving back to California.

      The car snaked slowly around the bend as Megan watched intently and waited patiently.

      Then, without warning, she watched it launch into a slide, breaching the cliffs edge. In silent, slow motion, it moved from land, to air, to water. Enveloped by the roar of the current, it silently disappeared.

      Megan released a breath, and smiled.

      Right. On. Time.

    • Annie D says:

      Megan watched the swollen river below and shivered, cursing herself for forgetting a jacket. As the minutes dragged past, the stormy sky darkened; threatening to open up again. Focusing on the far road, she narrowed her eyes.

      Hurry.

      A rustling in a nearby bush drew her attention and she watched as a bird emerged and flew off. The lush foliage surrounding her was still wet from the soaking it’d just received, and under different circumstances, she’d enjoy the serenity.

      Come on, hurry.

      The last six months had changed everything in her world. Jason had moved here from California in the middle of their senior year. He played guitar and possessed the rebellious spirit most girls were drawn to. Megan had been no exception. Not long after, they’d started dating. She remembered the way he held her, promising to love her forever, the night she’d given him her virginity.

      She shook her head to try and release the memory. Staring back at the road, she focused her mind on their future.

      Hurry before it’s too late.

      When she found out she was pregnant, she’d quit cheer. It’d broken her heart, but she couldn’t risk a fall. Her mom had been supportive, but she told no one else about the pregnancy. Graduation was just around the corner and she wouldn’t be showing until after, anyway.

      The car moving slowly along the road grabbed her attention and she focused on it.

      Hurry.

      When she told Jason about the baby, he denied it was his. Said he’d heard rumors she’d been sleeping around. She begged him to believe her but he simply walked away for good. For weeks he’d been refusing her calls and, now unexpectedly, his family was moving back to California.

      The car snaked slowly around the bend as Megan watched intently and waited patiently.

      Then, without warning, she watched it launch into a slide, breaching the cliff’s edge. In silent, slow motion, it moved from land, to air, to water. Enveloped by the roar of the current, it silently disappeared.

      Megan released a breath, and smiled.

      Right. On. Time.

    • First she giggled, then she smirked. Of course it wasn’t an accident. The car had to be sunk with the old evidence buried inside. Who would find a jewel hidden in a secret compartment when they wouldn’t even know what they were looking for; Hmm. Aunt Trudy knew it was missing, it went missing the day Uncle Pat died. That was five years ago;her Dementia was much worse and she probably didn’t even remember anyhow. This girl would know. And if the car ever went to the salvage yard, she just might make a trip there some night before it was smashed. What would the purpose be? More time.Time to be forgotten.Time for theft laws to expire. Time for her to make new plans and have them all layed out. No one could connect her to the death or the theft. No one has ever given her any attention for being clever or even bright. They can just keep on believing whatever they want. She will know the master plan and will relish in it on the Riviera. Either it will shine from the glint of the sun or it’s worth will pay all the bills of the lifestyle. It will not matter if anyone else has any idea. She will know. And that will be enough.

    • Sam says:

      The car was swept down the rapids and smashed against the river bank along the way.
      She knew where the car would end up. It would beach itself where the river slowed but not before being thoroughly damaged.
      The popular kids would be the first to find it. They were exactly the ones she wanted to find it. They would report it to the police and when her body wasn’t found she would be reported missing. Then, when the search was over, she would be dead.
      She pulled herself up on to the rock ledge that jutted out over the river. From there she could watch it crash and tumble about until it disappeared from sight.
      She would have her revenge.
      The bullies, the hecklers, the ones who made her life a living hell every day for no reason at all; they would all suffer. She would take sadistic pleasure in watching them writhe and squirm.
      The first one to suffer wouldbe the class princess herself. Bleach blond, popular, dating the hottest guy in class, and the ringleader behind her life of misery. Her popularity would come to an end and would have no idea why or how.
      However, she had to bide her time and wait for her “funeral” before enacting her plans.
      She had only so much time before graduation but she was patient.
      “Go ahead and kill me off. Then, I’ll kill you off, mentally and emotionally. When you’re at your limit, you’ll do the dirty work for me.”
      Laughing, she turned her back to the raging river.

    • Maxi the angel of death knew when everyone was going to die. Today was no ordinary day, she wandered through the streets to find her next victim, and she saw Jason putting his bags inside his little red car and she smiled. Today was his day, she looked at him smiling as he was hugging his friends goodbye.
      “Yes Jason say your last good bye, you will be no more.” As she walked towards his car and no one could see her. He was going to his little country house for the week.
      Maxi entered his car through the door and sat behind him. She could see Jason’s reflection and smiled.
      “Today is your day buddy, you will not see your country house.” She said looking at Jason starting his car.
      Jason was happy, today he was looking forward to his vacation, he had a stressing week at work and he deserved a break. He started his red car and drove, after an hour he could see the city behind him and felt excited as he drove through the country road. He put the music up and started singing. Meanwhile Maxi was sitting at the back seat, she was busy laughing and said.
      “Enjoy your last day on earth buddy.”
      Jason saw the river and smiled, he was going to be home soon meanwhile Maxi said, “Time to say goodbye.” Jason was so excited he started speeding, he came across a sharp corner but he could not control his car and his car started going downhill, Maxi flew out of the car and landed on the rocks and behind her, was Jason’s red car entering the river.

    • Sam says:

      The car was swept down the rapids and smashed against the river bank along the way.
      She knew where the car would end up. It would beach itself where the river slowed but not before being thoroughly damaged.
      The popular kids would be the first to find it. Right about now they were enjoying the yearly gathering at the calm part of the river. They were exactly the ones she wanted to find it. They would report it to the police and when her body wasn’t found she would be reported missing. Then, when the search was over, she would be believed to be dead.
      She pulled herself up on to the rock ledge that jutted out over the river. From there she could watch it crash and tumble about further and further away until it disappeared from sight.
      She would have her revenge.
      The bullies, the hecklers, the very ones who made her life a living hell every day for no reason at all; they would all suffer. And she would take sadistic pleasure in watching them writhe and squirm.
      The first one to suffer would be the class princess herself. Bleach blond, popular, dating the hottest guy in class, and the ringleader behind her life of misery. Her popularity would come to an end and will have no idea why or how.
      She had to be patient.
      She had to bide her time and wait for her funeral to enact her plans.
      She had only so much time before graduation and she had a lot to do. But, she was prepared and she was eager.
      “Hurry up and kill me off. Then, I’ll kill you off slowly, emotionally, and painfully.”
      She began to laugh as she turned her back to the raging river.

    • Maxi the angel of death knew when everyone was going to die. Today was no ordinary day, she wandered through the streets to find her next victim, and she saw Jason putting his bags inside his little red car and she smiled. Today was his day, she looked at him smiling as he was hugging his friends goodbye.
      “Yes Jason say your last good bye, you will be no more.” As she walked towards his car and no one could see her. He was going to his little country house for the week.
      Maxi entered his car through the door and sat behind him. She could see Jason’s reflection and smiled.
      “Today is your day buddy, you will not see your country house.” She said looking at Jason starting his car.
      Jason was happy, today he was looking forward to his vacation, he had a stressing week at work and he deserved a break. He started his red car and drove, after an hour he could see the city behind him and felt excited as he drove through the country road. He put the music up and started singing. Meanwhile Maxi was sitting at the back seat, she was busy laughing and said.
      “Enjoy your last day on earth buddy.”
      Jason saw the river and smiled, he was going to be home soon meanwhile Maxi said, “Time to say goodbye.” Jason was so excited he started speeding, he came across a sharp corner but he could not control his car and his car started going downhill, Maxi flew out of the car and landed on the rocks and behind her, was Jason’s red car entering the river.

    • Maxi the angel of death knew when everyone was going to die. Today was no ordinary day, she wandered through the streets to find her next victim, and she saw Jason putting his bags inside his little red car and she smiled. Today was his day, she looked at him smiling as he was hugging his friends goodbye.
      “Yes Jason say your last good bye, you will be no more.” As she walked towards his car and no one could see her. He was going to his little country house for the week.
      Maxi entered his car through the door and sat behind him. She could see Jason’s reflection and smiled.
      “Today is your day buddy, you will not see your country house.” She said looking at Jason starting his car.
      Jason was happy, today he was looking forward to his vacation, he had a stressing week at work and he deserved a break. He started his red car and drove, after an hour he could see the city behind him and felt excited as he drove through the country road. He put the music up and started singing. Meanwhile Maxi was sitting at the back seat, she was busy laughing and said.
      “Enjoy your last day on earth buddy.”
      Jason saw the river and smiled, he was going to be home soon meanwhile Maxi said, “Time to say goodbye.” Jason was so excited he started speeding, he came across a sharp corner but he could not control his car and his car started going downhill, Maxi flew out of the car and landed on the rocks and behind her, was Jason’s red car entering the river.

    • Laszlo A. Voros says:

      The Change
      Janet Eli felt cold even though the heat was on in her car. I was cold outside less than forty degrees and windy, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise. But nevertheless she was shivering. She was feeling a little lethargic too. But she straightened in her seat and forced herself to wake up.
      She did stop at a local dinner but did not have much of an appetite. She did have one beer but that shouldn’t have made her feel so tired. But she continued to drive on. Just as she was nearing the Barnok river she believed it was called her whole body stiffed up and her foot slammed the gas pedal to the floor she lost control of her car and she veered of the road straight for the river. The car plunged head on into the freezing water Just before the car went completely under Janet got out of it. The darkness of unconsciousness enveloped her for ten minutes but then suddenly she came to with a start. The dark clouds had settled in and the sun had disappeared.
      As she swam to the shore and began climbing out of the river, she realized that her appetite had come back with a vengeance. Suddenly everything became crystal clear to her. She also discovered that she was no longer cold. She had understood that she had undergone the change. She was finally what she was destined to become, a vampire.

    • Scotte says:

      Janet was so frustrated with life that she decided the only thing to do was to commit suicide. She had researched ways that people used to kill themselves. Pills were out of the question. Everyone knew she had never needed to take medicine so they would wonder where she got the pills. Guns would never do; Janet was terrified of guns. She had never held or shot a gun. Furthermore she had no idea where to get one. I could run out in front of a car but that will not guarantee that I would be killed.
      The only solution she could think of was to crash her car or just run off a bridge into the water. This idea soothed her because she loved the water. She smiled and decided that would be her solution to commit suicide.
      There was one thing that Janet loved more than anything and that was her car. Just the thought of losing her car saddened her more than committing suicide. She idolized that car. It took her 5 years to save for the car she had always wanted. She worshiped that car. So she decided the she would die in the car that she loved.
      She finally decided the place that she would drive into the water. It was a wonderful warm sunny day. She decided that she would look her best. She went to the mall and purchased a new outfit, new hairstyle and had lunch at an expensive restaurant. She now felt like she was ready.
      On her way to the water she was playing her favorite tune on her mp3 player. She was singing and feeling wonderful until she came upon the water. She hesitated but she drove into the water. She changed her mind! I really do not want to die. She had time to jump out of the car and climbed to safety. With sorrow in her eyes she watched her car sink. The only thought she had on her mind was that she would have to save and get another car but she knew she wanted to live.

    • Laszlo A. Voros says:

      The Change
      Janet Eli felt cold even though the heat was on in her car. I was cold outside less than forty degrees and windy, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise. But nevertheless she was shivering. She was feeling a little lethargic too. But she straightened in her seat and forced herself to wake up.
      She did stop at a local dinner but did not have much of an appetite. She did have one beer but that shouldn’t have made her feel so tired. But she continued to drive on. Just as she was nearing the Barnok river she believed it was called her whole body stiffed up and her foot slammed the gas pedal to the floor she lost control of her car and she veered of the road straight for the river. The car plunged head on into the freezing water Just before the car went completely under Janet got out of it. The darkness of unconsciousness enveloped her for ten minutes but then suddenly she came to with a start. The dark clouds had settled in and the sun had disappeared.
      As she swam to the shore and began climbing out of the river, she realized that her appetite had come back with a vengeance. Suddenly everything became crystal clear to her. She also discovered that she was no longer cold. She had understood that she had undergone the change. She was finally what she was destined to become, a vampire.

    • Laszlo A. Voros says:

      The Change
      Janet Eli felt cold even though the heat was on in her car. I was cold outside less than forty degrees and windy, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise. But nevertheless she was shivering. She was feeling a little lethargic too. But she straightened in her seat and forced herself to wake up.
      She did stop at a local dinner but did not have much of an appetite. She did have one beer but that shouldn’t have made her feel so tired. But she continued to drive on. Just as she was nearing the Barnok river she believed it was called her whole body stiffed up and her foot slammed the gas pedal to the floor she lost control of her car and she veered of the road straight for the river. The car plunged head on into the freezing water Just before the car went completely under Janet got out of it. The darkness of unconsciousness enveloped her for ten minutes but then suddenly she came to with a start. The dark clouds had settled in and the sun had disappeared.
      As she swam to the shore and began climbing out of the river, she realized that her appetite had come back with a vengeance. Suddenly everything became crystal clear to her. She also discovered that she was no longer cold. She had understood that she had undergone the change. She was finally what she was destined to become, a vampire.

    • Laszlo A. Voros says:

      The Change
      Janet Eli felt cold even though the heat was on in her car. I was cold outside less than forty degrees and windy, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise. But nevertheless she was shivering. She was feeling a little lethargic too. But she straightened in her seat and forced herself to wake up.
      She did stop at a local dinner but did not have much of an appetite. She did have one beer but that shouldn’t have made her feel so tired. But she continued to drive on. Just as she was nearing the Barnok river she believed it was called her whole body stiffed up and her foot slammed the gas pedal to the floor she lost control of her car and she veered of the road straight for the river. The car plunged head on into the freezing water Just before the car went completely under Janet got out of it. The darkness of unconsciousness enveloped her for ten minutes but then suddenly she came to with a start. The dark clouds had settled in and the sun had disappeared.
      As she swam to the shore and began climbing out of the river, she realized that her appetite had come back with a vengeance. Suddenly everything became crystal clear to her. She also discovered that she was no longer cold. She had understood that she had undergone the change. She was finally what she was destined to become, a vampire.
      Posted by Laszlo A. Voros

    • Stephania Bonnet says:

      It’s a little longer than 350 words but I thing it was worth it.
      Cliffhanger
      Darkness suddenly filled the sky and an icy droplet shuddered Lucy’s right cheek when she looked up. The gloomy and dusky grey clouds that were traveling in pack a few minutes earlier finally positioned themselves and were ready for the upcoming storm. The town she just left was thirty minutes of walk behind and the next one was two hours away. She couldn’t wait for the bus in town. She had to evade the familiar and hostile eyes.
      Lucy’s chestnut hair tickled her nose and a few strands glued at her dark red lipstick as a cold wind blew hard. She held with two hands her briefcase. People started to call her a sociopath after the death of her ex-boyfriend but she never thought that she was one. She believed that she lacked of one emotion, fear. However, she ended up leaving the town because she feared humiliation; it proved that she was not as strong as she thought she was. She fixated her crystal blue eyes in the direction the bus was coming as if it would come faster if she stared long enough.
      Instead of the bus, a red sedan was approaching. Lucy quickly turned her face the opposite direction hoping that it was someone who didn’t know her story. To her horror, the car stopped in front of her and the driver rolled down the passenger’s window.
      “Let me give you a ride. We’ll do the introductions along the road.” An unfamiliar tenor voice said.
      He reached out with his long hand and opened the passenger door wide. Lucy timidly turned to meet the stranger’s green eyes and wide smile. The baseball cap that covered his dark hair read, New York Jets. He was definitely from out of town. Either way, Lucy was going to turn down his offer. She grabbed the door to close it but cold drizzles met her skin. She tossed her briefcase in the backseats and fastened her seatbelt.
      “Thank you.” She said after a few miles of silence.
      Suddenly, the welcoming stranger wasn’t as chatty as he appeared to be. Lucy’s glanced at the dashboard. He tripled the posted speed limit. The next stop was a dangerous curve on top of a cliff and at the bottom rested a river agitated by the storm.
      Lucy glimpsed at the driver as the car broke the worn-out iron fence. It was almost like he was possessed. When he glanced at her, his eyes enlarged and his dry lips drew a wicked smile.
      “That’s for killing my little brother, Dave…” The airbag muffled the rest of his speech, which were most likely curses.
      Lucy was not sure what was more shocking; the fact that he was willing to kill himself to get revenge or the fact that he was her ex-boyfriend’s older brother. She blamed herself for not seeing through his fake smile before she accepted the ride to her death. She saved her breath from telling him that his brother shot himself with the same gun he tried to kill her with over a domestic dispute. If the autopsy didn’t convince him, her words would certainly not do a better job. The idea of staying in the car and watch him drown taunted her but she didn’t want to bathe in the cold water. She kicked the door open while car was still falling. The strength behind the passenger door forced it to land in the river first like a piece of paper. She leapt out of the car right before it plunged and jumped toward the cliff. She was still figuring out her ability to fly and it drained her considerably every time she used it. It took all the energy left in her to climb back the rest of the cliff. She walked along the road regretting that she didn’t grab her briefcase with her as the river washed away the car and the man who attempted to take her life.

    • Laszlo A. Voros says:

      The Change
      Janet Eli felt cold even though the heat was on in her car. I was cold outside less than forty degrees and windy, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise. But nevertheless she was shivering. She was feeling a little lethargic too. But she straightened in her seat and forced herself to wake up.
      She did stop at a local dinner but did not have much of an appetite. She did have one beer but that shouldn’t have made her feel so tired. But she continued to drive on. Just as she was nearing the Barnok river she believed it was called her whole body stiffed up and her foot slammed the gas pedal to the floor she lost control of her car and she veered of the road straight for the river. The car plunged head on into the freezing water Just before the car went completely under Janet got out of it. The darkness of unconsciousness enveloped her for ten minutes but then suddenly she came to with a start. The dark clouds had settled in and the sun had disappeared.
      As she swam to the shore and began climbing out of the river, she realized that her appetite had come back with a vengeance. Suddenly everything became crystal clear to her. She also discovered that she was no longer cold. She had understood that she had undergone the change. She was finally what she was destined to become, a vampire.

    • Laszlo A. Voros says:

      The Change
      Janet Eli felt cold even though the heat was on in her car. I was cold outside less than forty degrees and windy, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise. But nevertheless she was shivering. She was feeling a little lethargic too. But she straightened in her seat and forced herself to wake up.
      She did stop at a local dinner but did not have much of an appetite. She did have one beer but that shouldn’t have made her feel so tired. But she continued to drive on. Just as she was nearing the Barnok river she believed it was called her whole body stiffed up and her foot slammed the gas pedal to the floor she lost control of her car and she veered of the road straight for the river. The car plunged head on into the freezing water Just before the car went completely under Janet got out of it. The darkness of unconsciousness enveloped her for ten minutes but then suddenly she came to with a start. The dark clouds had settled in and the sun had disappeared.
      As she swam to the shore and began climbing out of the river, she realized that her appetite had come back with a vengeance. Suddenly everything became crystal clear to her. She also discovered that she was no longer cold. She had understood that she had undergone the change. She was finally what she was destined to become, a vampire.

    • Laszlo A. Voros says:

      The Change
      Janet Eli felt cold even though the heat was on in her car. I was cold outside less than forty degrees and windy, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise. But nevertheless she was shivering. She was feeling a little lethargic too. But she straightened in her seat and forced herself to wake up.
      She did stop at a local dinner but did not have much of an appetite. She did have one beer but that shouldn’t have made her feel so tired. But she continued to drive on. Just as she was nearing the Barnok river she believed it was called her whole body stiffed up and her foot slammed the gas pedal to the floor she lost control of her car and she veered of the road straight for the river. The car plunged head on into the freezing water Just before the car went completely under Janet got out of it. The darkness of unconsciousness enveloped her for ten minutes but then suddenly she came to with a start. The dark clouds had settled in and the sun had disappeared.
      As she swam to the shore and began climbing out of the river, she realized that her appetite had come back with a vengeance. Suddenly everything became crystal clear to her. She also discovered that she was no longer cold. She had understood that she had undergone the change. She was finally what she was destined to become, a vampire.

    • Laszlo A. Voros says:

      The Change
      Janet Eli felt cold even though the heat was on in her car. I was cold outside less than forty degrees and windy, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise. But nevertheless she was shivering. She was feeling a little lethargic too. But she straightened in her seat and forced herself to wake up.
      She did stop at a local dinner but did not have much of an appetite. She did have one beer but that shouldn’t have made her feel so tired. But she continued to drive on. Just as she was nearing the Barnok river she believed it was called her whole body stiffed up and her foot slammed the gas pedal to the floor she lost control of her car and she veered of the road straight for the river. The car plunged head on into the freezing water Just before the car went completely under Janet got out of it. The darkness of unconsciousness enveloped her for ten minutes but then suddenly she came to with a start. The dark clouds had settled in and the sun had disappeared.
      As she swam to the shore and began climbing out of the river, she realized that her appetite had come back with a vengeance. Suddenly everything became crystal clear to her. She also discovered that she was no longer cold. She had understood that she had undergone the change. She was finally what she was destined to become, a vampire.

    • Laszlo A. Voros says:

      The Change
      Janet Eli felt cold even though the heat was on in her car. I was cold outside less than forty degrees and windy, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise. But nevertheless she was shivering. She was feeling a little lethargic too. But she straightened in her seat and forced herself to wake up.
      She did stop at a local dinner but did not have much of an appetite. She did have one beer but that shouldn’t have made her feel so tired. But she continued to drive on. Just as she was nearing the Barnok river she believed it was called her whole body stiffed up and her foot slammed the gas pedal to the floor she lost control of her car and she veered of the road straight for the river. The car plunged head on into the freezing water Just before the car went completely under Janet got out of it. The darkness of unconsciousness enveloped her for ten minutes but then suddenly she came to with a start. The dark clouds had settled in and the sun had disappeared.
      As she swam to the shore and began climbing out of the river, she realized that her appetite had come back with a vengeance. Suddenly everything became crystal clear to her. She also discovered that she was no longer cold. She had understood that she had undergone the change. She was finally what she was destined to become, a vampire.

    • Laszlo A. Voros says:

      The Change
      Janet Eli felt cold even though the heat was on in her car. I was cold outside less than forty degrees and windy, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise. But nevertheless she was shivering. She was feeling a little lethargic too. But she straightened in her seat and forced herself to wake up.
      She did stop at a local dinner but did not have much of an appetite. She did have one beer but that shouldn’t have made her feel so tired. But she continued to drive on. Just as she was nearing the Barnok river she believed it was called her whole body stiffed up and her foot slammed the gas pedal to the floor she lost control of her car and she veered of the road straight for the river. The car plunged head on into the freezing water Just before the car went completely under Janet got out of it. The darkness of unconsciousness enveloped her for ten minutes but then suddenly she came to with a start. The dark clouds had settled in and the sun had disappeared.
      As she swam to the shore and began climbing out of the river, she realized that her appetite had come back with a vengeance. Suddenly everything became crystal clear to her. She also discovered that she was no longer cold. She had understood that she had undergone the change. She was finally what she was destined to become, a vampire.

    • Laszlo A. Voros says:

      The Change
      Janet Eli felt cold even though the heat was on in her car. I was cold outside less than forty degrees and windy, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise. But nevertheless she was shivering. She was feeling a little lethargic too. But she straightened in her seat and forced herself to wake up.
      She did stop at a local dinner but did not have much of an appetite. She did have one beer but that shouldn’t have made her feel so tired. But she continued to drive on. Just as she was nearing the Barnok river she believed it was called her whole body stiffed up and her foot slammed the gas pedal to the floor she lost control of her car and she veered of the road straight for the river. The car plunged head on into the freezing water Just before the car went completely under Janet got out of it. The darkness of unconsciousness enveloped her for ten minutes but then suddenly she came to with a start. The dark clouds had settled in and the sun had disappeared.
      As she swam to the shore and began climbing out of the river, she realized that her appetite had come back with a vengeance. Suddenly everything became crystal clear to her. She also discovered that she was no longer cold. She had understood that she had undergone the change. She was finally what she was destined to become, a vampire.

    • Laszlo A. Voros says:

      The Change
      Janet Eli felt cold even though the heat was on in her car. I was cold outside less than forty degrees and windy, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise. But nevertheless she was shivering. She was feeling a little lethargic too. But she straightened in her seat and forced herself to wake up.
      She did stop at a local dinner but did not have much of an appetite. She did have one beer but that shouldn’t have made her feel so tired. But she continued to drive on. Just as she was nearing the Barnok river she believed it was called her whole body stiffed up and her foot slammed the gas pedal to the floor she lost control of her car and she veered of the road straight for the river. The car plunged head on into the freezing water Just before the car went completely under Janet got out of it. The darkness of unconsciousness enveloped her for ten minutes but then suddenly she came to with a start. The dark clouds had settled in and the sun had disappeared.
      As she swam to the shore and began climbing out of the river, she realized that her appetite had come back with a vengeance. Suddenly everything became crystal clear to her. She also discovered that she was no longer cold. She had understood that she had undergone the change. She was finally what she was destined to become, a vampire.

    • Laszlo A. Voros says:

      The Change
      Janet Eli felt cold even though the heat was on in her car. I was cold outside less than forty degrees and windy, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise. But nevertheless she was shivering. She was feeling a little lethargic too. But she straightened in her seat and forced herself to wake up.
      She did stop at a local dinner but did not have much of an appetite. She did have one beer but that shouldn’t have made her feel so tired. But she continued to drive on. Just as she was nearing the Barnok river she believed it was called her whole body stiffed up and her foot slammed the gas pedal to the floor she lost control of her car and she veered of the road straight for the river. The car plunged head on into the freezing water Just before the car went completely under Janet got out of it. The darkness of unconsciousness enveloped her for ten minutes but then suddenly she came to with a start. The dark clouds had settled in and the sun had disappeared.
      As she swam to the shore and began climbing out of the river, she realized that her appetite had come back with a vengeance. Suddenly everything became crystal clear to her. She also discovered that she was no longer cold. She had understood that she had undergone the change. She was finally what she was destined to become, a vampire.

    • Laszlo A. Voros says:

      The Change
      Janet Eli felt cold even though the heat was on in her car. I was cold outside less than forty degrees and windy, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise. But nevertheless she was shivering. She was feeling a little lethargic too. But she straightened in her seat and forced herself to wake up.
      She did stop at a local dinner but did not have much of an appetite. She did have one beer but that shouldn’t have made her feel so tired. But she continued to drive on. Just as she was nearing the Barnok river she believed it was called her whole body stiffed up and her foot slammed the gas pedal to the floor she lost control of her car and she veered of the road straight for the river. The car plunged head on into the freezing water Just before the car went completely under Janet got out of it. The darkness of unconsciousness enveloped her for ten minutes but then suddenly she came to with a start. The dark clouds had settled in and the sun had disappeared.
      As she swam to the shore and began climbing out of the river, she realized that her appetite had come back with a vengeance. Suddenly everything became crystal clear to her. She also discovered that she was no longer cold. She had understood that she had undergone the change. She was finally what she was destined to become, a vampire.

    • Laszlo A. Voros says:

      The Change
      Janet Eli felt cold even though the heat was on in her car. I was cold outside less than forty degrees and windy, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise. But nevertheless she was shivering. She was feeling a little lethargic too. But she straightened in her seat and forced herself to wake up.
      She did stop at a local dinner but did not have much of an appetite. She did have one beer but that shouldn’t have made her feel so tired. But she continued to drive on. Just as she was nearing the Barnok river she believed it was called her whole body stiffed up and her foot slammed the gas pedal to the floor she lost control of her car and she veered of the road straight for the river. The car plunged head on into the freezing water Just before the car went completely under Janet got out of it. The darkness of unconsciousness enveloped her for ten minutes but then suddenly she came to with a start. The dark clouds had settled in and the sun had disappeared.
      As she swam to the shore and began climbing out of the river, she realized that her appetite had come back with a vengeance. Suddenly everything became crystal clear to her. She also discovered that she was no longer cold. She had understood that she had undergone the change. She was finally what she was destined to become, a vampire.

    • Laszlo A. Voros says:

      Janet Eli felt cold even though the heat was on in her car. I was cold outside less than forty degrees and windy, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise. But nevertheless she was shivering. She was feeling a little lethargic too. But she straightened in her seat and forced herself to wake up.
      She did stop at a local dinner but did not have much of an appetite. She did have one beer but that shouldn’t have made her feel so tired. But she continued to drive on. Just as she was nearing the Barnok river she believed it was called her whole body stiffed up and her foot slammed the gas pedal to the floor she lost control of her car and she veered of the road straight for the river. The car plunged head on into the freezing water Just before the car went completely under Janet got out of it. The darkness of unconsciousness enveloped her for ten minutes but then suddenly she came to with a start. The dark clouds had settled in and the sun had disappeared.
      As she swam to the shore and began climbing out of the river, she realized that her appetite had come back with a vengeance. Suddenly everything became crystal clear to her. She also discovered that she was no longer cold. She had understood that she had undergone the change. She was finally what she was destined to become, a vampire.

    • Laszlo A. Voros says:

      The Change
      Janet Eli felt cold even though the heat was on in her car. I was cold outside less than forty degrees and windy, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise. But nevertheless she was shivering. She was feeling a little lethargic too. But she straightened in her seat and forced herself to wake up.
      She did stop at a local dinner but did not have much of an appetite. She did have one beer but that shouldn’t have made her feel so tired. But she continued to drive on. Just as she was nearing the Barnok river she believed it was called her whole body stiffed up and her foot slammed the gas pedal to the floor she lost control of her car and she veered of the road straight for the river. The car plunged head on into the freezing water Just before the car went completely under Janet got out of it. The darkness of unconsciousness enveloped her for ten minutes but then suddenly she came to with a start. The dark clouds had settled in and the sun had disappeared.
      As she swam to the shore and began climbing out of the river, she realized that her appetite had come back with a vengeance. Suddenly everything became crystal clear to her. She also discovered that she was no longer cold. She had understood that she had undergone the change. She was finally what she was destined to become, a vampire.

    • Laszlo A. Voros says:

      The Change
      Janet Eli felt cold even though the heat was on in her car. I was cold outside less than forty degrees and windy, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise. But nevertheless she was shivering. She was feeling a little lethargic too. But she straightened in her seat and forced herself to wake up.
      She did stop at a local dinner but did not have much of an appetite. She did have one beer but that shouldn’t have made her feel so tired. But she continued to drive on. Just as she was nearing the Barnok river she believed it was called her whole body stiffed up and her foot slammed the gas pedal to the floor she lost control of her car and she veered of the road straight for the river. The car plunged head on into the freezing water Just before the car went completely under Janet got out of it. The darkness of unconsciousness enveloped her for ten minutes but then suddenly she came to with a start. The dark clouds had settled in and the sun had disappeared.
      As she swam to the shore and began climbing out of the river, she realized that her appetite had come back with a vengeance. Suddenly everything became crystal clear to her. She also discovered that she was no longer cold. She had understood that she had undergone the change. She was finally what she was destined to become, a vampire.

    • Laszlo A. Voros says:

      The Change
      Janet Eli felt cold even though the heat was on in her car. It was cold outside less than forty degrees and windy, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise. But nevertheless she was shivering. She was feeling a little lethargic too. But she straightened in her seat and forced herself to wake up.
      She did stop at a local dinner but did not have much of an appetite. She did have one beer but that shouldn’t have made her feel so tired. But she continued to drive on. Just as she was nearing the Barnok river she believed it was called her whole body stiffened up, her foot slammed the gas pedal to the floor, she lost control of her car and she veered of the road straight the the river. The car plunged head on into the freezing water. Just before the car went completely under Janet got out of it. The darkness of unconsciousness enveloped her for ten minutes but then suddenly she came to with a start. The dark clouds had settled in and the sun had disappeared.
      As she swam to the shore and began climbing out of the river, she realized that her appetite had come back with a vengeance. Suddenly everything became crystal clear to her. She also discovered that she was no longer cold. She had understood that she had undergone the change. She was finally what she was destined to become, a vampire.

    • Griffin wanted her dead. Amanda knew that from the moment they got in the car. She had unknowingly signed away her inheritance to him. Now that he had her money, Griffin no longer needed her.

      He put something in her drink, Amanda was not sure what, but the last thing she remembered was the engine revving up. She woke up as the car fell into the river. Water poured into the car. Amanda was finally unable to unbuckle the seatbelt.

      The air in the car was disappearing quickly, within moments the car would be filled with water and her life would end. Amanda felt the tingling in her hands. They glowed as the glass in the front passenger seat disappeared. Just as Amanda swam through the window, the car disappeared completely into the river.

      She climbed onto the rock, just enjoying the ability to breathe. Griffin would pay for what he did to her. He thought she was dead. If he only knew what was in for him.

    • On an evening Lyla was driving home from a music festival. The festival was once a year and she relishes it with a few of her friends. Lyla left the festival earlier and her friends remained. As she rode on the rural highway a deer was in the middle of the road. In a quick second Lyla slammed her brakes and her car slipped off the road and flip over into the river.

      In a wink of an eye Lyla woke up on some logs. She looks at the couple of logs and it’s sort of like climbing the steps. She moved to the top of the log and walk all the way to the end of the river. She looks at her car being pulled and was cast on the tow truck. She also noticed police and emergency force. Lyla heard one of the police saying that a female is deceased and present the other policeman a ID. That ID was Lyla’s. Lyla started to scream at the emergency personnel, but they kept doing their jobs. Lyla then discovered that she’s dead. She’s a ghost now.

      Lyla then walked and was imagining about the family and friends she has to leave behind. She conceived that they’re be sad that she’s gone. She notices a bright light. She walked through the light and that will convey her to a place where’s she’s at peace.

    • kumar ajay pratap says:

      She had come to see or watch the beauty of the jungle but all of a sudden she lost control of her car and she along with her car fell into the river flowing nearby.she was helpless and she had to die but she came alive in the form of a witch .now her sole job was to kill other fellows passing through that jungle which had such a magnetism that a person passing through there would like to take the route of that jungle .but she was there to eat them .their were others also in her party but the way she had died she had grew into a revenger she wants to take revenge of every other people because she had died untimely and unnecessarily and nobody come to her rescue whether human or any heavenly one .so she had grown up a kind of grudge and wants to kill anyone who comes into her range .one day a guy on his car was passing through there and when he saw her he fell in love for her .now she realised it was no one’s mistake in her death .the intensity of his love was so much that changed and become human once more.now she had no complains from life and she happily lived there after

    • melanie lynch says:

      The weather sensed the mood in the car as we drove home . Thunder roared as I asked John for the umpteen time to slow down while lightening lit up the car when he replied. I had known John since pre-school. We started to date after we came back from College. The years spent apart made us realize how much we missed each other, it seemed so natural when we first kissed. Then getting jobs in the same company. John in Finance while I joined the research and development team. It seemed like faith was playing her hand in our relationship. In the first year we moved in together. Content with life even if it was far from exciting. We worked long hours and saved all our spare cash. For what though, have no idea. We didn’t even have time to talk about the future. We were going through the motions of a happy couple. I was enjoying a rare night out with a girl from work one a Friday night. John strongly encourage it saying I needed to get out more. I asked if he wanted to join us while praying he wouldn’t. I needed to talk to my friend over cocktails. Soon I was telling her about how John and I seemed to be lack some excitement and passion. I asked her for some advice to help me figure things out. I knew she was happy with her boyfriend although I had yet to meet him, she glowed with happiness. I listened to her every word, I knew I had to talk with John after work the next day. The advice from my friend was so good I knew it would jolt some new feelings between John and I. The thunder roared startling me, I shivered not from the cold or rain but with a sense of dread. I continued to go over the last few words I said to John as we rounded the bend. His eyes glared into mine as we approached the bridge. I never got to hear how long he had been cheating on me.

      • Laszlo A. Voros says:

        The Change
        Janet Eli felt cold even though the heat was on in her car. I was cold outside less than forty degrees and windy, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise. But nevertheless she was shivering. She was feeling a little lethargic too. But she straightened in her seat and forced herself to wake up.
        She did stop at a local dinner but did not have much of an appetite. She did have one beer but that shouldn’t have made her feel so tired. But she continued to drive on. Just as she was nearing the Barnok river she believed it was called her whole body stiffed up and her foot slammed the gas pedal to the floor she lost control of her car and she veered of the road straight for the river. The car plunged head on into the freezing water Just before the car went completely under Janet got out of it. The darkness of unconsciousness enveloped her for ten minutes but then suddenly she came to with a start. The dark clouds had settled in and the sun had disappeared.
        As she swam to the shore and began climbing out of the river, she realized that her appetite had come back with a vengeance. Suddenly everything became crystal clear to her. She also discovered that she was no longer cold. She had understood that she had undergone the change. She was finally what she was destined to become, a vampire.

    • Hi, and thank you for this creative prompt. I’m glad I signed up to your blog :D. I haven’t written creatively in years, but I want to return to writing fiction. I’m a freelance writer, and I write a lot of business and insurance articles.

      Below is my attempt at creating a story from the amazing picture. I would appreciate any input, as I am a beginner – this took me a couple of hours.

      As the sun began its descent, the imminent darkness began to conceal the events that took place earlier. Soon the beauty of the raging rapids would dissipate, leaving only a deafening roar.

      Fox was excited to meet Ashia, because he had fallen in love with her name. All day he allowed his thoughts to race without limitation. He’d pictured her as an exquisite princess, without blemish in need of enchantment; or maybe a lean, muscular backpacker looking for adventure.

      Fox scrutinized his reflection as he prepared for his first blind date in over three years. He slowly caressed his thick dark-blonde hair as he took a closer look at his glistening honey-browned skin and blue-gray eyes. He smiled to himself as he sauntered out of the bathroom.

      Fox got to the door just as Aisha swung it open. As his heart palpitated in his chest, he instantly began resolving his images, against her countenance.

      Immediately, her pale skin, dark eyes and full lips seduced him. But as they drove he grew increasingly uncomfortable when out of the corner of his eye, he could see her piercing eyes examining him like a hawk might inspect its prey.

      Fox slowly and painfully opened his eyes. As the blood flowed through his fingers, he frantically searched his mind for even a hint of a memory. As he struggled to his knees in the dense brush images began flashing through his mind like a collage – screams, sudden pain, a cliff, his car. But none of them were clear.

      Quietly, at first he called for Aisha then his voice grew louder with intensity as he pictured her entering an icy grave.

      Far off, Aisha looked into the moon as she eerily tilted her head, surprised by his cries.

    • Leena E. Wright says:

      This was fun.

      Her blank eyes stared hypnotically, watching the officer walk across the country road. Gripping a hold of grooved shell rock, she appeared to be clinging to the edge of a deep drop high above the canyon.
      The officer heard the crashing of the turbulent water before he could see the river.
      “Ma’am. what’s wrong. Are you hurt?” the officer inquired.
      She remained silent. Her eyes never blinked as her fingers kept their grip.
      The officer hesitated. “Ma’am please come away from the edge.”

      Her head shifted down and to the side as if resting on her shoulder. .Her eyes remained glued onto the officer’s face.
      He resisted the impulse to twist his own head into the same awkward position.
      He was young, and not experienced with this type of situation.
      His hands reached for his cell phone, but he hesitated He could hear the older members of the force kidding him about it for months. “Afraid to approach a lady in distress are you Jimmy”? You’ll never get a date that way.”
      Her hazy blue eyes never looked away.. The fact that they had not closed disturbed him, and he forced himself to look away. It was not until he moved closer to her that he had a clear view of the river far below. The crashing noise he had heard came from a car being torn apart by the river rapids.
      Had she escaped a hellish fate locked in the car bellow them.
      Moving towards her he couldn’t wait for her to respond on her own. “Is there someone else in the car?” he asked.
      Her eyes stared at him, through him before she nodded ‘Yes.’
      “Please Ma’am let me help you get up on the road” He spoke quietly and slowly so as not to alarm her.
      Her piercing glance stopped him .
      She slowly pulled herself up and moved to stand behind him for protection as he stood surveying the carnage below.
      Finally reaching for his cell phone, he felt her hands on his shoulders just before he fell.
      She stood there only a moment longer.
      Submitted by Leena E. Wright

    • Leena E. Wright says:

      I really enjoyed writing this short story
      Her blank eyes stared hypnotically, watching the officer walk across the country road. Gripping a hold of grooved shell rock, she appeared to be clinging to the edge of a deep drop high above the canyon.
      The officer heard the crashing of the turbulent water before he could see the river.
      “Ma’am. what’s wrong. Are you hurt?” the officer inquired.
      She remained silent. Her eyes never blinked as her fingers kept their grip.
      The officer hesitated. “Ma’am please come away from the edge.”

      Her head shifted down and to the side as if resting on her shoulder. .Her eyes remained glued onto the officer’s face.
      He resisted the impulse to twist his own head into the same awkward position.
      He was young, and not experienced with this type of situation.
      His hands reached for his cell phone, but he hesitated He could hear the older members of the force kidding him about it for months. “Afraid to approach a lady in distress are you Jimmy”? You’ll never get a date that way.”
      Her hazy blue eyes never looked away.. The fact that they had not closed disturbed him, and he forced himself to look away. It was not until he moved closer to her that he had a clear view of the river far below. The crashing noise he had heard came from a car being torn apart by the river rapids.
      Had she escaped a hellish fate locked in the car bellow them.
      Moving towards her he couldn’t wait for her to respond on her own. “Is there someone else in the car?” he asked.
      Her eyes stared at him, through him before she nodded ‘Yes.’
      “Please Ma’am let me help you get up on the road” He spoke quietly and slowly so as not to alarm her.
      Her piercing glance stopped him .
      She slowly pulled herself up and moved to stand behind him for protection as he stood surveying the carnage below.
      Finally reaching for his cell phone, he felt her hands on his shoulders just before he fell.
      She stood there only a moment longer.
      Submitted by Leena E. Wright Canada

    • Pam Raikos says:

      Jane clung with all her might to the ancient log bridge. Below, the churning water tossed her car about like a toy, deafening her with its roar. She felt her fingers growing numb, slipping, so she tried to grip the log with her nails, but they just slipped off. She screamed for help at the top of her lungs, knowing that no one could hear her over the roar of the water. If she couldn’t hold on, she would fall to an almost certain death far below in the roiling water, but this was not her worst fear at the moment.

      The man that had been chasing her in his truck could not be far behind. She had zigged and zagged through the network of dirt roads in the forest, and she lost him just before she realized too late that her car was about to plunge over a tall embankment. He would not stop until he found her. She had something he wanted, although she had no idea why. It was just a worthless brass charm she had bought at an open-air bazaar, probably worth about 20 cents. Still, his relentless pursuit of her from the moment she bought it showed that he would do anything to get it, and what happened to her in the process was of no consequence to him at all.

      Suddenly, she felt a tremor in the log. Someone was driving nearby. She couldn’t hear the truck. She could only hear the water, but she felt reverberation. She glanced wildly about to see if there was any way she could hide, but there was no handhold, no rail, nothing hanging from the log that she could grab to swing herself underneath it to invisibility. A moment later she heard the chink of gravel just out of sight. Someone was walking toward the bridge. And then he was there, standing above her on the log, reaching down for her hands. Fall and be destroyed or allow him to pull her up? She stretched forth one hand, and he grabbed her. She was safe—for now.

    • Marissa knew her powers were getting stronger, but today she would put them to the ultimate test.
      In the beginning she was able to move simple things, like pens and pencils, then tables and refrigerators. Nothing that important until now that is.

      Marissa and her boyfriend Eddie and his ten year old cousin Johnny were going to spend the day together at Woodlands Park. A place of lush green woods and hilly trails and fast moving rivers, now mostly frequented by kayakers and white water rafting enthusiasts.
      Marissa had sparkling deep blue eyes in contrast to her often pale face. She had a thin line of black eye liner and thick eyelashes. Her lips were cherry red. She wore a wizards looking type blouse, and Indian silver turquoise jewelry on her wrists. She was captivating to some, sensual to others and creepy to the rest. Just the way she liked it.

      On the ride there Marissa watched as the sky darkened over Woodlands Park and thought they should go home instead. But Eddie insisted, as they entered the park they traveled a road that was a mix of dirt and slate rock. As they got closer to what Marissa called there placed, she decided to unbuckle her seat belt and attempted to unhook Johnny.

      The car slid under the fast moving rain. The car slid and hopped a small concrete curbed and broke through a post and rail fence on the edge. The car jerked the other way and Marissa was tossed from the car against a jagged rock. She screamed as the red car bounced two to three times before going over the edge.

      Marissa climbed back up on a large boulder behind her. Turned around, closed her eyes, and extended her right arm out in the direction of the sinking car. The car was plucked from the river and moved to an opened space on shore, were a crowd had gathered and erupted into applause.
      Eddie and Johnny were safe, Marissa was exhausted and collapsed.

    • Eric Owens says:

      Susan had just spent the last of her cash at the gas station on her way to an interview for a job that was a perfect fit. After paying for the gas, and what little food and drink she could afford, Susan asked the man behind the counter is he knew anything about the road ahead. He told her that it is slick and that she had best get going before it gets worse. Using her prepaid cell phone she called her sister Michelle indicated that she just got gas, and is on her way.

      “Don’t worry about Annie I’ll take good care of her and Brandon while you’re away.” She said speaking slowly her tone giving away her concern.

      “I’m at Millers station about ten miles outside Hendersonville. I’ll call you after the interview and let you know how it goes”, said Susan fighting back tears. Her unemployment ran out and with
      two mouths to feed at home she needed this job.

      Freezing Rain whipped the windscreen of the car. Susan’s hands were damp upon the wheel as she strained to see the road in front of her. The interview was scheduled for 09:00 AM and it was now 08:30 AM, yet on her tongue was the bitter taste of failure. Once in the parking lot she could gather herself before the interview. Behind it, she knew, loomed a wood floor lobby, as silent as a morgue, perfumed with the stench of money, and as fake ass a six dollar bill.

      The feedback on the wheel indicated she must have blown a tire as the car begins to pull a hard right. She felt her jaw tighten. She drew a deep breath and fear crossed her face as the car careened off the road plowing through trees crashing into the river.

      “Hi Michelle, I just spoke with Susan about babysitting this weekend”, inquired the teen girl.

      “How could you have spoken to her? My sister died four days ago?” Tears filled her eyes.

      “Died, but I just talked with her in your living room.” Her brows drew together.

    • Marionette Butts says:

      What’s The Story
      As the clouds parted, the day was at an end, Once again there was one caught in the trap. Into the river to be captured downstream. The trees played their part hiding the road so prey would slip into the river before it knew the road was no more. A creature of the night her awakening had just begun, she would follow her catch. The prey would harvested and things would go on as before. “Wait, there’s no one there, the car is empty, and the scent of the human was in the air, but no man” she observed.
      The shadows hold a secret. One not seen by her, the prey is the hunter. She knows it’s there, but how she wondered. Her instincts say “This hunter is powerful.” Never seen, never heard the prey follows her down river as she stays low to the rock bank. Shrouded by the darkness and just out of sight the prey hunts her. She is uneasy but her instincts are committed to capture the prey. Her eyes are keen for seeing but she sees nothing, his scent is ever present but his form elusive.
      As the rain clears the wind shifts, he’s not behind her! The prey has moved. As she reaches the top of the rise she sees the prey. “No”, she cries, the prey has the Amulet.

    • Pam Raikos says:

      Jane clung with all her might to the ancient log bridge. Below, the churning water tossed her car about like a toy, deafening her with its roar. She felt her fingers growing numb, slipping, so she tried to grip the log with her nails, but they just slipped off. She screamed for help at the top of her lungs, knowing that no one could hear her over the roar of the water. If she couldn’t hold on, she would fall to an almost certain death far below in the roiling water, but this was not her worst fear at the moment.

      The man that had been chasing her in his truck could not be far behind. She had zigged and zagged through the network of dirt roads in the forest, and she lost him just before she realized too late that her car was about to plunge over a tall embankment. He would not stop until he found her. She had something he wanted, although she had no idea why. It was just a worthless brass charm she had bought at an open-air bazaar, probably worth about 20 cents. Still, his relentless pursuit of her from the moment she bought it showed that he would do anything to get it, and what happened to her in the process was of no consequence to him at all.

      Suddenly, she felt a tremor in the log. Someone was driving nearby. She couldn’t hear the truck. She could only hear the water, but she felt reverberation. She glanced wildly about to see if there was any way she could hide, but there was no handhold, no rail, nothing hanging from the log that she could grab to swing herself underneath it to invisibility. A moment later she heard the chink of gravel just out of sight. Someone was walking toward the bridge. And then he was there, standing above her on the log, reaching down for her hands. Fall and be destroyed or allow him to pull her up? She stretched forth one hand, and he grabbed her. She was safe—for now.

    • Amy says:

      A mere woman who kilked her husband and managed a photo of herself so that she can prove harself as innocent.. She was dragged to do this because she thought her husband was cheating on her with her one and only best friend. Unaware of the consequenses. After two days if the incident she gets to know that her husband was not cheating instead he was organising a birthday party with the help of her best friend.. She is safe from the outer world no-one except her knows the truth.. Now ” A huge guilt trip” explodes in her mind and she looses herself

    • kc says:

      This is all it takes. It’s a simple thing. Almost too easy. I have to be so careful.

      I get angry. It’s not intentional. I just get frustrated and it spirals. Or blossoms, really.

      When I was small, there were these flares. The first few times I didn’t realize it was me and then there was that problem with the cat. It was bad. It was an accident. But it scratched me and I couldn’t make it stop. I was just playing with it, but when the blood leaked out of that scratch on my arm, something grew and focused in me and the cat was screaming and screaming.

      It was very bad. I was so sorry. I am still sorry for it.

      But the thing is, I can’t make it stop. I don’t know how to stop it.

      I just can’t get angry.
      Please don’t make me angry.
      I can’t make it stop.

    • Amy says:

      A mere pscycho woman who killed her husband..exploding with the killing emotions just because she saw her husband talking to her best friend for the past 2 weeks. Her raging emotions dragging her to do this.. Unaware of the future consequences. Meanwhile she managed to take a picture of herself so that she can prove that she is innocent. So now everyone is satisfied with the theory which she had put up in front of the people, but what about her.. When she realizes that her husband was innocent, he was trying to organise a party for her. Embedded in deep guilt trip she loses her mind and vanish of from the world.


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