The Notorious

“What do you make of this one?” Roger asked. He nudged the body with his foot.

I leant over and looked into the girl’s glassy eyes. “The wounds are unmistakeable, it’s them,” I said.

Roger sighed and dragged the body through the sand. He pulled her up and over his shoulder, and asked “What are we on now?”

I flicked through my note book and scribbled down the name we found on her licence. “She’s the sixth,” I said.

“That we know of,” Roger added.

We walked to the car and Roger tossed her into the bloodstained boot. He wiped his brow and got into driver’s seat.

I rested my head back and closed my eyes. We had been collecting bodies for the past three weeks. With each new girl we found, the longer and harder the storms would rage.

“I don’t know how many more I can bury,” Roger said. “How do we stop them?”

“We reanimate her,” I said. “If that doesn’t bring them out nothing will.” I sat forward and looked across to Roger, “Let’s not waste any more time.”

He turned on the engine and we made our way to the bunker.

The girl looked peaceful. Once we had covered up her wounds you could have mistaken her for sleeping. Soon she would be awake again, and hopefully her scent would bring them to us.

I placed my hands on her chest and took a deep breath. Roger put his hands over mine and whispered a prayer.

“If you feel it slipping, stop,” he said.

“I’m bringing her back. If anything happens to me, you know what to do.”

“This isn’t worth your life,” he said. He pulled my hands away from her body. “We will find another way, I won’t lose you.”

“It’s the only option we have left. We brought them into this world, Roger, and I will die taking them out.”


There’s nothing better than a speed write to get the creative mind spinning. Who knew a daily prompt could create a world ending species? I’ll definitely be working with the Notorious again in the future, this was a fun one to write. Thanks for reading!

Daily prompt from The Daily Post: Notorious

Your Lies

 

Their lies become your lies

What you need, who you are

Everything they want you give to them

believing it to be for the best

receiving nothing in return

Time cements lies into values

and truth tellers become extremists

Harming others is second nature

you don’t need excuses

it’s just how it is now

their lies tell you it’s okay and you believe it

I stand up to tell you there is another way

but you mock me back down

their lies are your lies now

your lies are the only truth you hear

My truth is offensive

it threatens to crumble the mountain of lies

built up over years of manipulation

closing minds and slamming doors

their lies kill hope and freedom

but you believe it is better than the alternative

an alternative no one knows

yet everyone despises

How much longer can the world last

breathing in the lies that you inherited

suffering torture dressed as tradition

watching its children bleed and cry

how much longer will you live by your lies?


I’ll be working on this one, I think it deserves more time than a few minutes of speed writing. It has the potential to really hit upon a lot of what I’ve been trying to speak out for recently, so you might be seeing Your Lies again in the near future.

Daily prompt from The Daily Post: Farce

What Happens on the Ground

‘Falling’, he said, ‘we’re falling’

What a thing to say

Where from? How far?

But a tight nod sufficed

in response over words

‘You must see it too’

Not really, or do I?

Were we ever not falling

To where, despair?

I did not know

Again a nod with a small frown

Uncertain but wanting to hear

what he had to say

This fall of ours, where to?

Was it a dream fall?

The feeling of weightlessness

or a nightmare fall?

Clarity of the ground beneath

knowing it’s only a matter of time

We were falling, had been

but now, I thought not

Maybe he’s lagging,

there’s a glitch in time

‘It’s only a matter of time,’ he said

Time before what

‘Before we hit the ground’

That doesn’t sound pleasant

I don’t like mud

perhaps it’ll be concrete

I don’t like pain either

maybe flowers

Nor bugs

Maybe it’ll just be with a toe

then we’ll bounce back

if there is a back

Something will be there

or we’ll be stuck on the ground

Together, apart, falling

What a thing to say

we’re falling

We can’t fall

I don’t know what happens on the ground.

Kiki and Lolly: Our Story

I haven’t been posting poetry or shorts in a while, and these two fluff balls are part of the reason why. Because I know everyone loves cats, even people who claim to hate them, here are my cats & their back story.

Non-cat related creative writing will be appearing on this blog again very soon. I hope you all stick around to read it!

Kiki & Lolly

Kiki

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My humans wanted a cat for years, but they couldn’t have one. My mum researched and researched all about cats, everything from bringing them home to cutting their nails, but she had accepted her cat-less future and put her research to one side. One lovely day dad was searching free furniture listings and he called mum over to look at the cutest kitten they’d ever seen. My story before mum and dad picked me up is a little foggy, no one really knows how I ended up with the young girl, or who my cat family were, but that doesn’t matter much to me now.

Once they were almost certain they were going to give me a new home they bought all of the basics to get me to them, and to help me settle once I arrived. With trepidation they made their way to me and picked me…

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