Friday, June 3, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday (8)

Dottie over at Tink's Place have come up with the idea for a Monday Morning Flash Fiction challenge. Each Monday a new picture prompt will be posted and if you choose to participate you post your story on Friday - 350 words, give or take.

I have to thank Blodeuedd at Book Girl of Mur-y-Castell for introducing me to this fun meme. I don't know if I'll be able to keep up with every week, but I'll give it a try from time to time.

Sorry, this one was one I pulled together quickly, so isn't my best creativity. Thank you and hope you enjoy anyway.

The Image this week:

By Melissa

Kiara heard the storm rolling toward her and closed her eyes.  She new what would happen.  Her eyes will change color to match the grey storm rolling across the sky to her.  The demon inside will take over and its rage will surge as her master pushed it to the surface in her mind to do his bidding.

She'll be seeing red soon.  All though she never understood where that phrase came from as black was what clouded around her vision and engulfed her.  However, she would see red when she came back to herself.  The deep red of blood and muscles from her object of destruction.

As expected the rain started pelting the roof, with the power of canon shots from the sky.  Even the sound of thunder sounded like the canons being shot.  This was her masters way of keeping the mortals in their homes away from the gruesome work she had to perform.  As cruel as the Storm God was at least he didn't take it out on un-expecting innocents.


Opening her eyes with new sight, she - it - walked out into the pelting down pour of rain.  The rain slammed into her at first, but then parted as she bolted to the victim of the monstrous rage surging through her blood.  Their would be blood to pay the price for crossing the Storm God tonight.  Everyone thinks they can escape the rains, but no one ever has...


Kiara opened her eyes, closing them quickly again jerking her head to the side not wanting to see the horrid display before her.  Every time, the first view, the sight completely, made her nauseous.  Never knowing what the demon would do to its victim, but always knowing it wasn't a sight she wanted to see.  Bringing her hands to her face, covering her eyes, she opened them again peeking through her bloodied fingers at the ghastly sickening scene around her.  Next thing she knew she was on her knees, body spasming, as her dinner was finding its way out of her.  With all the muscles, blood, skin, and bone splattered around the room, her vomit would not be noticed.  It would be best to burn the house down than to try to clean this mess, was a quick thought Kiara had.

Staggering to her wobbly feet, Kiara turned, walking out of the small house to a beautiful orange and pink sun rise.  Turning, she walked the muddied road out of town. She didn't know where she would go, but hoping the sun will keep shining.  But knowing the rains will always find her.


Anonymous said...

Very good. We actually had some similarities in our stories this week.

Blodeuedd said...

Great story :)
I really must get back to my icky stories

Melissa (Books and Things) said...

Oh interesting! It was so good. I also love the pic this week.

You have been hanging around Blodeuedd too much... no real HEA. ;)

Melissa (My words and pages) said...

Carolsnotebook - Oh, thank you! And I'll have to stop by here tonight to read yours too. :) Thank you

Blodeuedd - :) Thank you! And I seem to love the icky stories too for some reason lately.

Melissa (Books&Things) - Oh, thank you. So glad you enjoyed the story. :) lol. I don't think I was ever really an HEA kind of gal. And Blodeuedd is bring out the not so nice in me. ;D lol.