Danny! Danny, I need help. I’m at my aunt’s house. No, my aunt’s, up on the hill. Listen, I’m freaking out. The houses disappeared before my eyes. Disappeared, man. No, all of them. One by one. Oh, shit. Danny, get out of the house. The city. The city down the hill is disappearing, man. You hear me? Get out. Get ou-
Danny? Hello? Danny?
Minor changes to the blog. There’s a static homepage now, where I show my published work. Yes, I know. My web design skills are appalling. On to the writing prompt then.
Barry rushed to the living room.
Little Cathy removed the hand axe from Mr Wilkes’ chest. She titled her head to the left a little and let the heavy killing thing drag her arm down.
Barry’s face turned ashen and his mouth opened for a scream that never escaped his mouth.
Cathy smiled. “What? Oh, this?” she said. “That’s nothing.” She took a step closer to him, dragging the axe on the floor where it left a trail of blood. “Did I tell you the story of how I finally became an only child?”
I stepped out of the shop and scanned around me for anyone watching. The barrel of the gun felt warm through the leather holster. Across the street, a little girl with a huge swirling rainbow-coloured lollipop – couldn’t have been older than maybe six or seven, the lollipop almost half the size of her head – broke free from her mother’s grip. She halted, turned, and looked at me.
A voice growled in my ears. “I too create corpses, mortal. You’re next.”
The girl giggled and stuck her tongue out at me.
Today’s prompt:
Two dogs, with envelopes in their mouths, padded by her side. The boy in the stained green hood pointed at them. “You must choose one and do as instructed. Failure to do so will be catastrophic. For you. And if you think the Boss is joking, look what happened to me when I refused to do as as I was told,” he said and lowered his hood.
Naya pushed herself out of bed on an aching elbow. Last night’s events were a blur, but today’s hangover, with its dried mouth and throbbing headache, was very real. A note rested on the floor next to a round violet flask.
Dear child, please stop dreaming or imagining things. We talked about this. It drains us to reshape the world back to what it was. Quaff the potion in the flask (yes, dear, the whole thing. I know it smells, but it’s the only way). But not before you bring back your brother. Please? Otherwise your father will have to intervene and he may have to destroy this world too.
Love M.
