The Hidden Ones

Behind smiles

a laugh

a quiet hello

they hide

 

Never too far

or too close

always there

they hide

 

Saying yes

standing strong

careful and calm

they hide

 

They never want to disappoint

saying yes, quietly smiling

but sometimes they need a hand to hold

to carry them from where they hide

 

*****

 

Just a quick little mind splatter for you there, long time I know, but I’m back – sort of. I hope you enjoyed it, and maybe even took something from it. See you after the next one. 

Reality

Please take 5 minutes & give this a read.

Emily Hitch

“I think until you see Alzheimer’s first hand, it is kind of hard to conceive how brutal it really is” Seth Rogen

Over the last few years, watching my precious Dad battling with Alzheimer’s and Dementia, it has become more and more apparent that a lot of people are either completely unaware or mistaken when it comes to the reality of the disease.

The commonly held idea is that Alzheimer’s is a disease which causes a person to lose their memory. It is SO. MUCH. MORE than that. Yes, loss of memory does occur but loss of memory includes so much more than forgetting your mobile number or forgetting to pick up some milk on your way home from work. It’s losing the ability to make a cup of tea or even losing the ability to be aware that you even want a cup of tea; losing the ability to notice…

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Mess

Mess

It shouldn’t be here

But I’m lost

There’s a missing piece

Something foreign

It isn’t where it should be

But am I?

Determination falls flat

As time passes, laughing

Time doesn’t laugh, I do

Lost

This isn’t what it should be

This should be different, somehow

Changed, twisted, beyond this

I need more time

Time isn’t kind or giving

It doesn’t exist, how can it?

I have to make my own

I have to stop

Mess

It won’t sort itself out

Get up.

 

Mock Me Not

“What are you doing?” Sarah asked. She walked around to Johnny’s desk and plucked the note book from beneath his crossed arms.

He sat back and sighed, before he said, “I was trying to make a start on my novel.”

“By sleeping on it?” she asked. She laughed and slid it back across to him. “What is it about?”

“You wouldn’t get it,” he said.

“Try me,” she uttered.

His eyes lit up, and the unwritten masterpiece played out in his mind.

There are two people walking into an alley way submerged in the darkness, and their shadows are thrown in front of them by the flickering orange streetlight at the entrance of their path. Neither of the figures have faces or names, they don’t need them, because suddenly the scenery changes and we are in a field. 

The sun and the delicate breeze soak the couple that are lying on their backs, looking up into the canopy of trees. Exotic birds are singing, and in the distance sirens can be heard, but the couple have yet to notice. 

The young man – tall, dark, and handsome – leans up onto his elbows and kisses his young lover on the lips. She smiles and wraps her arms around his neck, but they both stop and look across at the road as two police cars and an ambulance speed past. 

With reluctance they pack up their picnic and return to their car to drive back into the town. When they reach their home they take off their clothes and throw them onto their bedroom floor, and in one torturous minute of bone breaking pain they transform into wolves.

Once they are in their supernatural form they set off into the town, and before long they find the bodies. As soon as they turn their noses to the crime scene they know what has come to town.

“Vampires?” Sarah asked. She raised her brows and bit her bottom lip to stop herself from laughing.

“What’s wrong with vampires?” Johnny asked.

“Doesn’t everyone write about vampires?”

“Yeah, but mine are different. I have werewolves too.”

“That’s basically the plot to Twilight, but in reverse,” she said.

Johnny frowned and closed his notebook. “No it’s not,” he said. “Perry and Lisa are the town’s guardians.”

Twilight,” Sarah uttered.

“They fight crime and solve murders,” he said. “The wolves in Twilight don’t do that.”

“Wait, so you have crime fighting werewolves?”

Jonny nodded and Sarah started to laugh, but she apologised lightly and turned to leave the room as she caught sight of his scowl. She reached out to the handle, but the door opened before she touched it.

As the door slowly came to a stop, a rough voice asked into the room, “What’s wrong with crime fighting werewolves?”

Sarah stood back as the naked figure stepped into the room, and her face drained of colour.

Perry?” Johnny uttered in a breath, before he put his hand to his forehead and collapsed beneath his desk.


Hello! Thanks for reading, I hope that you enjoyed our brief encounter with Sarah and Jonny – it was as brief to write as it is to read, my favourite kind of story. Today I was kindly informed that it is my one year WordPress anniversary, so I decided to do a supernatural short story to mirror the story I posted when I first arrived here! See you next Saturday for more five minute stories!

Beth.