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FFfAW – The First Walk

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Today is like any other; I feel isolated and scared – life goes on.

I often travel to the city’s most populated spots, hoping to find comfort being part of the crowd. The crowd rejects me. They realize the fraud that I am and I am shunned, pushed aside, left feeling alone and hollow – life goes on.

I am on the beach today; the family with their three kids, the teenagers and their game of football have moved across the sea just to keep me away. I want to be a part of their day, I want them to be part of mine but a body of water separates us. I feel betrayed – life goes on.

I step towards the water; the sand moves away, they don’t want me close. I continue moving forward and the water parts. Am I untouchable?

I walk forward on the path now uncovered; the teenagers wave at me, the family has saved me a spot. I feel accepted and happy – life goes on.

 

Word Count: 170


Thank you, Priceless Joy and Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers for the prompt. For other stories, hit the blue frog below!

Soul Searching

This story is in response to a Reddit Writing Prompt.

You are a burglar that leaves valuables in the homes you burgle.

What do you leave? Why are you doing this?

Soul Searching

Soul Left

“I need more diamonds … We’ll need to pick up some more from Him.”

‘The Master’, who was also my wife, walked into the bedroom dressed in all-black, from the scarf covering her head to the slippers on her feet. She was tired and in pain, yet she stood perfectly erect, looking directly into my eyes, “You’re getting addicted, again. I shouldn’t have to remind you the most important rule over and over: we only burgle one place a week – no more, no less – it’s dangerous to burgle any more than that. Pick the right house, place five diamonds, and we’re set for the rest of the week, easy. If not, we have our reserves.”

She was right. If there were too many cases of diamonds suddenly appearing on people’s nightstands, someone would notice and that would be devastating for her entire community, which relied on these burglaries for their survival. However, there has never been a media report on the sudden appearance of diamonds. Why would anyone disclose such a thing to anybody?

As I looked at her, she was walking slowly towards me with a smile on her face. She said, holding my face in her hands, “I know you worry about me, Collector, but you don’t need to. I’ve known my fate since I was a little girl, even when others didn’t; you can’t change the future, you can only do your duty.”

In the community, all Masters are assigned a Collector when their health deteriorates and they start performing their role for the organisation: stealing a part of people’s souls and sending them to their Supreme Leader. Ours was a relationship, different from that of a Master and a Collector; we were lovers first.

Arshiya, which is what she was called when I met her seven years ago, had yet to fully develop her powers. The community shunned her as an Obsolete – someone whose powers were out of date, useless – no Collector was assigned to her. It wasn’t until after our marriage that her powers were on par with the rest of them, and she started getting sick. As her hair started to fall and she grew tremendously weak, she told me everything about the Soul-saving community, and, together, we requested the Supreme Leader to make me her Collector – I didn’t want her to have to leave.

I said, “I understand, Aru, I do…But those poor souls are stuck in the bodies of humans that don’t deserve them, and with every soul you pass on, your health temporarily gets better. Remember last week? You felt strong enough for us to go out for dinner. I want you to experience these things rather than be stuck behind these four walls like a prisoner.”

She replied, after a moment’s hesitation. “I experience life through you, Saumil. We’re not a normal couple, you know that…”

Before she could try and change my mind, I decided to reveal to her why I needed those extra diamonds from the Leader.

“Aru, your community, for decades now, has been stealing the souls of those that are in need of money, as that guarantees they’ll pick up the diamonds for personal benefit. You see, none of you are entirely human and that’s probably why you never noticed, but I am, and I have: Humans will pick those diamonds up, irrespective of their economic standing, how much money they have – whether you’re lying on the street with no clothes or on a waterbed inside in a mansion, there’s not a human in this world who’ll reject free diamonds.”

Her eyes lit up, and I continued. “The richer their bodies are, the more desperate the soul will be to be freed. Tomorrow, I’m going to burgle the richest man in the city, steal his soul in exchange for a few diamonds, and I’m going to grow old with my beautiful, healthy wife.”


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Six Word Stories Challenge: Murder

The third edition of Six Word Stories is here! I feel humbled to have been selected as one of the honourary mentions for my previous entry – Six Word Stories Challenge: Passion.

Also, thank you, Ben at A Hopefully Wandering Mind for challenging us every week with your impressive prompts. This week’s prompt was – MURDER. Before you read my entry or those sent in by others, make sure you look at the incredible story posted by the challenge setter, himself, in the post linked above.


                                     Photo Credit – Soul Travel Multimedia

Everyday, he cradles his wife’s murderer.

I couldn’t find the little blue frog code to post here, so click this link for more six word stories from some very talented writers on this week’s theme.

FFfAW: Standstill

This post is in response to Priceless Joy‘s challenge in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Priceless Joy’s personal blog is awesome and you should definitely check it out – it’s full of excellent responses to challenges/prompts.

Check out other people’s stories here:


Photo Credits – Dawn M. Miller

Word Count: 155

“Is that the wreckage from our accident? After all these days, they haven’t cleared it up?”

“If you really concentrate, you can still smell the rubber from our tyres.”

“Surely that’s a trick! Did you put someone up to this, Jay? This is freaking me out.”

“How many people do you think I communicate with everyday, to conspire with?”

“Then, seriously, tell me – why do I still smell burning rubber?”

“Let me fill you in on a little secret: When you die, the world stops, for you; everyone else’s life continues. You still see and smell everything from your last day alive; while in reality, there are cars driving up and down this very bridge right now. If it wasn’t for the big hole in the sidewall our car left behind, it would be as if the accident never happened.”

“Wait a minute… How do you know so much about all this?”

“It’s not my first time!”

Six Word Stories Challenge: Passion

Ben at A Hopelessly Wandering Mind is back with another challenge.

If you missed last week’s challenge, I (and 60+ others, which is a phenomenal response for week #1) wrote on the theme of loss. I recommend that you visit Ben’s blog and check out the other entries, especially last week’s winners – those were some fantastic six word stories. This week, the theme is passion. Hope you like my entry; please feel free to post your thoughts in the comment section below.


second-kiss-ekaterina-prozheykoEven He couldn’t keep them apart.


Found the image on the search engine, Google Images. Unfortunately, couldn’t find a proper source to give credit to. Will edit, if available.

Friday Fictioneers – Looking For Fish

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple‘s weekly prompt had me excited as soon as I came across it a couple of days. Unfortunately, I couldn’t send in my entry for the previous prompt, so I stepped up my game and decided to send one in for this week’s prompt as early as I could. I had a 100 words to tell a story inspired by the photograph you see below.

Hope you like it!

Photo Prompt – © C.E.Ayr


Looking For Fish

Word Count: 100

Let’s go meet the fish, daddy”, she mumbled.

The structure she had been in, shed its skin and turned a bright blue; fallen bricks turned to dust, then water; lifeless bodies turned to whales, sharks, little fish she couldn’t name; people’s desperate screams formed the cage, as she continued her descent – more and more fish swimming around.

With tears rolling down her cheek and joining the water, she saw her father opening the cage door. She leapt, clinging onto his arm, just like she had on their previous fishing trips.

Together, they swam into the darkness of the ocean.