I am finally getting my Writober pieces typed and posted here. It's a good thing that I consider early November extra Halloween time. Enjoy today's writing fare.
Day 8: Figure made of string, blowing away in the wind.
It was the first day of September and Ariel was out in the yard. School was going to start in a week and she was feeling sad the summer was almost gone. She only had a few days, a couple of candle ends, and a Diet Pepsi. She didn’t like Diet Pepsi.
“I wish summer didn’t have to end,” she said to the emptiness around her. Placing a candle end, one by one around her, making a circle. The circle was barely wide enough for her to sit in. “I don’t even have anyone to enjoy the last few days with me.”
The bottle of soda ‘shhht’ her as Ariel opened it. “I wish I had someone here with me.” A fresh gust of wind blew over her candles and a ring of light surrounded her. She couldn’t feel the sun anymore, but the breeze was cool around her. There also appeared to be no sunlight out. “Hello?” she called.
“Come here,” a voice called.
“Who are you?” Ariel asked, as she stood up, breaking the circle of light and candle ends. She felt her arms turn to string and slowly began to unwind. “Wait! What is going on?” screamed Ariel. “You asked for someone to cone, Ariel, did you not? We have come. For you.”
Ariel tried to scream, but all she heard was the breeze and her body blowing away.
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Day 9: Rubix Cube with windows.
Raymond looked out his window from his balcony, there she was, She, being Cassie. She was out in her garden, pulling weeds. “Hey Cass!” called Raymond.
Cassie looked up, dark brown hair tied in a bandana, smiling.
“Cassie! Up,” he called. She tilted her head at the sound of his voice, upwards and smiled.
“Hi, Ray!” What are you doing?”
“Oh nothing. Just staring out of my balcony at the pretty flowers.” He smiled.
Oh, I see,” said Cassie smiling even more. She giggled as she wiped her cheek, leaving a dirty smudge of dirt. “You should come down for a bite,” said Cassie, picking up her trowel and basket of flowers.
“Is that an invite?” asked Raymond, leaving over his balcony railing.
“Oh course, silly. Now, come on down,” she said as she walked into her back door out of sight of Raymond.
Raymond bolted from the balcony into his apartment. He barely took a step, when he was on his balcony, looking down at Cassie.
“Of course, silly. Now, come on down,” said Cassie.
Raymond bolted for his apartment from his balcony, only to see himself reappear on the balcony, looking down at Cassie. Again…
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Day 10: Woman coming out of the pupil of an eyeball.
All the Elders used to say that she has stars in her eyes.
Janie would sit for hours watching the electronic vision box as programs danced around, the singers drifting across a celluloid screen. The Elders warned her about watching the electronic vision box, that nothing good would come from those abominations. She only replied, “It’ll be fine!”
One day, while an electric storm raged outside, Janie sat watching a rerun of the Rockettes Christmas program from a long time ago. Elder Jean walked over to the vision box, bent down to turn it off. “No! Not yet,” screamed Janie, reaching for the dial at the same time, but it was too late. A bolt of lightning hit the vison box and both Elder Jean and Janie. I flash of light resounded and Janie could only see the faint vision of Rockettes kicking higher.
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Day 11: Man in a suit standing in a pool of light.
It was times like this one that Randell disliked. He disliked the dark and it was dark, except for the streetlamp that cast a green glow around him. He was waiting for his bus.
“I wish I had a car,” he muttered to himself, instead of this waiting. The night air was cold, but not uncomfortable. He could hear the crickets lightly chirping and is seemed to ring around the streetlamps green light. Randell turned from the busstop’s sign. “Hello?” he called to no one in particular.
The crickets stopped their chirping, “don’t let me bother you,” a voice called to Randell from the darkness beyond.
“Who are you?” asked Randell, eying the darkness but couldn’t see anything. He took a step close to the darkness.
“You shouldn’t leave the safety of the light,” said the voice, “Not right now, anyway.”
Randell took another step, titling his head, “Are you waiting for the bus too?”
“Waiting? Yes. For the bus? No.” the voice said.
The air was quiet, the crickets had stopped completely. Randell took another step, only one step away from the darkness. “What are you doing here?” he asked.
“Waiting. For you, Randell,” the voice said.
“Why?” asked Randell, he lifted his foot to take another step.
HONK!
Randell turned to see the bus coming right at him. It stopped with a screech of rubber and asphalt. The voice was silent, and the crickets began chirping again…
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Day 12: Swinging Doors with Handprints.
“Meet me in the basement,” Bernie said to herself. “Why of all the terrible ideas should we meet in the basement. Greta has the most terrible ideas,” thought Bernie. The sound of her footfalls on the tiled floor gave the hallway an echo. Bernie was sure she heard a second set of footsteps behind her, but when she turned there was no one there.
At the end of the hallway was the stairwell door, down to the basement. Down there was the morgue, where Greta worked. “I don’t know why we can’t meet somewhere, like maybe the coffeeshop upstairs.” Bernie pushed the stairwell door open. There was only one dim light that illuminated the stairwell this far down.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Down walked Bernie, down to the basement. She could definitely hear another set of footsteps on the stairs. She was sure of it, because as she picked up speed, so did the extra steps.
Bernie rushed the last few steps and flung herself at the door towards the morgue, rushing into the hallway and the only less dim light of the morgue’s hallway. Turning around, Bernie still saw no one. She was breathing heavily as she ran to the morgue’s door. There were handprints on the windows of the morgue, bloody? Handprints. Bernie pushed the doors with the bloody handprints open, bracing for whatever was on the other side. The doors flew open.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” called Greta and all of Bernie’s friends.
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