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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Object, Character, Place (#4 technically)

This is a story where an object, character, and place are preselected for you and you have to incorporate them into your story. I’ve done others like this, but this will be the first one I’ve posted here, hence my title. If I don’t put that #4 there I’ll get confused later on if I decide to post the ones that came previously.

The Object: A crystal ball that belongs to an old, sad, fortune teller

The Character: Black haired, blue eyed girl, average height

The Location: A train boxcar stuck on a deserted track

This story actually made me laugh at the ending and then I had my sister read and I got her to laugh too. My teacher hasn’t read it yet though so I don’t have her opinion on it. Hopefully, I will someday in the near future.

Is there an End?

The girl fell, fell, fell. Her black hair, tied neatly in two twin braids, whips about her face. Her blue eyes are wide and filled with panic. As she falls a horrid scream understandably falls past her lips, however it is stolen by the wind before anyone can actually hear it.

The girl falls till it becomes past tense as it already technically has. She lands with an ‘umph,’ on the hard packed dirt ground. Her clothes are immediately covered in the fine, dusty dirt, but she is not actually worried about that because she just fell like a million feet and is wondering if she’s dead and if not how? She lays there in the dirt staring at the sky and this sky is something to stare at. It is a bright blue that burns with intensity that our sky only has after a heavy storm has made it such. What’s in the sky though is what really captivate her attention, there are planets in sight. Not moons or stars (there is a small sun though), but what really holds her gaze are the magnificent planets.

There are three in the sky that she can see and all of them are of differing colors and size. They swirl with greens, reds, and purples; yellows, oranges, and pinks; blacks, browns, and blues. Where is she? Who the hell knows?

Slowly, after maybe an hour, maybe more, the girl stands up. She has an average height. She’s wearing a pair of maroon tight, jean overalls, and a band tee underneath. Her small frame wobbles as she makes her way to her feet. On her feet she wears light pink converse, high-tops of course.

She notes her surroundings. Dirt and grass, it’s a field. The sun overhead blazes with a weak glare, just a small itty-bitty star to light up this world. The girl stumbles forward a step and then realizing she has nothing else to do continues with another step.

She walks for miles, or whatever metric system they use there, until she comes up to an old railway. The iron is rusted and brown and the wooden slats have practically turned to dust. The girl changes her direction until she’s walking parallel with the tracks. Hours later and with much fatigue she finds an old boxcar. The wheels are as rusted as the track it stands on and definitely isn’t going to be moving anytime soon. The girl however climbs in regardless. The shade greets her and makes her shiver in her not-very-warm clothes. When she settles in she finds before her an old lady covered in dusty robes and cloths covered in holes.

The girl quickly surmises that this is a fortune teller, albeit a very old and sad looking one. However, when the fortune teller sees her through near blind eyes, she starts to laugh madly. A cackle that makes the girl full of fear. She realizes that she, for no reason, has landed on a strange planet and the first person she meets is a crazy person.

This thought is proven when the fortune teller takes her crystal ball and bashes in the girl’s brains. Blood goes everywhere and the fortune teller continues to cackle madly.

The End

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.

Five Fears

Everyone is afraid of something, here I came up with five fears and wrote a little story to go along with them. They are definitely weird and I hope you’ll find them as creepy as I do.

1. What’s hiding in the Dark?
Every night before you go to bed, when it’s pitch black wherever you are, you can’t help but have an involuntary fear of the idea that there might be something else in the room with you, whether a ghost, the boogie man, or a humanoid creature with a thousand nails protruding from it’s head and bat wings growing out of its back. Most people, boring people, only have this fear for a millisecond before chastising themselves for acting childish. Other people, though, the assumed crazies and outcasts feel this fear longer, they are adrenalized with it and do the only thing that you can do in the face of a threat from an unknown entity, they run. They race for the lights to cast the monsters out, they bound and leap for the bed to take sanctuary under the covers, they run as fast as they can because fight is not an option. Does no one wonder why all children are born with this fear that something might snatch them in the middle of the night, why they will beg and plead for parents to check underneath the bed and in the closet. Something might actually be there, something that hides in the dark, something that only a shadow of is ever seen. Maybe it’s the silence, maybe the silence is watching you.
2. Being forgotten and Abandoned
To be left alone and ignored is a terrible thought, to be forgotten is even worse. We think of ourselves as important, we make an impact in the daily lives of other people, we do anything and everything to try and get ourselves noticed and we think that it works. The day comes, though, when you realize you have done nothing that’ll make you be remembered, you are a forgotten thing, a broken toy, abandoned in the dusty corner to wait out this exile. You are stuck in that isolation for the rest of your life until someone will finally remember that you exist, that you had a purpose and you did that and that they were suppose to be there for you but they never showed up, instead you were left there waiting for them while they forgot you and abandoned you to nothing. For a split second you don’t exist anymore when you’re forgotten.
3. Burning at the Stake
The fire will lick up your torso and singe your hair, you will be ignited and incinerated. Your wrist are bound are you are helpless to get free all you can do is watch as the people you knew and lived and laughed with are there smiling and jeering up at you as they toss more wood on the to-be bonfire. No one there is going to help you, you are trapped, and then the fire starts and you are screaming. The fire burns through your clothes and forces every sad thought out of your mind, you are it’s slave and all it wants from you is you pain and suffering. The fire will grab hold of you, it’ll rape and pillage you, it will hold you captive and torture you like nothing more than its chew toy. By the time your ropes have burned away it’s to late, you are now a blackened pile of ash and the crowd has moved on.
4. Dying Painfully
You are an innocent person, you grow up and live through your life, you lived it as many before have lived it, normally. You put your pants on one leg at a time like every other person on earth and you were okay. You saw no fault with yourself, you were as average as average got and you didn’t mind that. You were in one word; content. You woke up everyday, sometimes going to work sometimes taking a day off. You had a pet, it brought you a sense of companionship. It was on one day of your average life that you died painfully. There was no reason or cause for it to happen, it just did. You were walking home as a man came up to you and shot you, the bullet ripped through your lung and it was like your entire life meant nothing anymore all you knew was the pain of that bullet as it hit. Your lung collapsed and you couldn’t breathe, you were losing blood fast and could no longer think a rational thought because everything hurt so bad. Then you were dead, your last thought being “Why?”
5. Trapped
You can bang and scream on the walls, you can do that till your fist are bloody and your voice is hoarse, but it won’t make a difference. You are trapped in this prison, a cage filled with your fears and worst nightmares. You will never get out, never! There is no escaping this prison, this is a place where you don’t even have a name, to the other people outside of your room you are nothing more than a faceless blob. Just another person going to die and you are completely and utterly trapped. You can try to escape, if you didn’t you really would be just a faceless blob going to die, but you know that you’re not so you try to escape. You plan for days, weeks, months, years, all the while in your cage with nothing more than your solitude and despair. The day finally comes for you to escape and you do, but then you realize you can’t escape your own life.