Object, Character, Place #6

Haha I’m back if anyone bothered to miss me 🙂

Today I bring you another object character place because my teacher really likes these and so that’s what we’re always doing in her class.

The three things are: An empty cookie jar, in an abandoned house, with a folded, dusty note at the bottom. The edge of the realm between reality and fantasy. An infant who looks 80 years old.

I titled No Names Necessary, one because I couldn’t of a proper name for the piece and two none of the characters here have names, though that’s not too unusual. Anyway, here we are, one of my newest short stories. I think you’ll get a good laugh.

No Names Necessary

Drowning is not fun, almost drowning and ending up on the of the realm between reality and fantasy not very fun either. Forests everywhere. Everywhere. The world is just like one giant forest and then bam! An ocean.

That’s how I got there. I crawled out of the ocean like a bedraggled cat coughing and hacking up seawater as I went. In front of me was… you guessed it, forest. It stretched on for miles and seemed to have no end. I don’t know what happened, I was like “Ah! I’m drowning!” and then I was caught in this janky place. This is not heaven and it doesn’t look like any type of hell either. I always knew I’d end up in purgatory. I now had no doubt that I was about to be eaten up by some awful, creepy monsters.

I didn’t know what to do so after my heart stopped pounding a mile a minute I got up and shook the water off of me. I decided to brave the forests and try to find some type of path. This is the stupidest idea ever, but I was all still jangled up from my near drowning. I just wanted to find my way back home, okay, and I didn’t feel like almost drowning again.

I walked forever, my feet felt like dead bricks by the time I found this abandoned house. Obviously, a haunted house, so obvious. If there were monsters in there or witches like in Hansel and Gretel I would definitely die, but they might have food. The witch from H&G had lots of food. I wanted pizza, okay, don’t judge me.

I went and instead of finding pizza (dammit!) I found instead a cookie jar sitting on a small table right in front of the entrance. Cookies, hell yeah! I hurried over there and opened the jar only to find it empty with only a folded up note inside of it. I reached in and took the note out, when I unfolded it I found out that it was actually a picture of baby.

This baby looked like eighty years old and just as I was thinking this the baby looked up at me and said: “That’s because I am eighty years old.”

The End

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Tell This Story

On the board of my creative writing class a close-up picture of a figure wearing a pink dress and holding a large axe. In this picture you can only get the side view and only from neck down to to the hips. Next to this image are the words “Tell this Story.”

The prompt: Write a story about this figure.

For your enjoyment: The Pink Gown

A cow’s skull stares at me from the darkness of the forest. It has to be the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen. Below the skull is the body of a girl in a white dress. She’s holding a humongous axe, it looks heavy as hell, I’m not even sure how she’s able to hold it one handed.
The black eyes of the cow skull stare deep into my soul and I’m frozen in place. I watch in almost slow motion as the axe rises above the strangers head and then comes down onto my chest.
My blood flies grotesquely all over the pristine white gown, staining the pearly material pink. I collapse onto the ground in a sudden heap, time seems to speed up now.
My breath comes out in ragged gasps. I watch as my blood flows freely over the ground, too fast, too fast. My heart pounds like a hammer in my cavernous chest. I cling to myself desperately as if that will somehow bring my life back, but then in seconds I’m dead.
The girl in the pink stained gown watches the man’s final moments of desperation with a serene indifference. She has no heart and no soul, all of her being had been consumed by the gods long ago. Now she is nothing more than an empty shell.
She wretches off the cow skull that served no purpose other than to scare her victims and then kneels down on the ground next to the dead man. Like an animal she rips the flesh off his bones with her bare teeth and chews it savagely, letting the blood drip down her chin onto her already ruined dress. She’s apathetic though to her appearance and everything around her. The girl is methodical and almost clinical as she eats and chews her food. She finishes the meal and then puts the cow skull back on. There is nothing but scraps left of the man. She isn’t hungry, she never is, but would still kill and eat anyone who chanced upon her wandering form.