The Gathering…

Tree Tunnel at Daytime

Recently, I signed up to take part in a Flash Fiction Contest. The contest gave us a genre, a word, and and an action from which we had to build a 250 word or less story on. My Genre was Suspense/Thriller and here is my story…


The Gathering

“It’s called the Gathering.”

There was venom in that smile. Lips peeled back, revealing wide sharp teeth.

Angela didn’t like Rein. He was an arrogant, self-serving asshole from the moment she met him.

 “The Gathering?” she asked. “What kind of meeting is it?”

She felt a chill.

He considered. “It’s a place where power is recognized.”

He licked his lips. “Would you like to come with me tonight?”

Angela’s stomach tightened. “I… guess so.”

Tired of her assigned fluff pieces, she needed a story that would give her the recognition she deserved at the newspaper. She had a feeling this might be it.

Rein dug in his long brown trenchcoat, and from the depths of his pockets, he pulled something long, soft, and black.

“You have to put this on.”

He put the cloth in her palm. Silky but cold.

“A blindfold?”

He nodded.

She took a deep breath, tied the cloth around her head, and the world went dark.

It was almost an hour’s car ride before they reached their destination. There was a long walk on what felt like cobblestones and then, a change from the cold damp of the autumn air to the warmth of indoors.

“Take it off.

Angela did.

Coldness and fear gripped her as she saw the women tied up, near-naked on crucifixes. There was agony, and there was a gathering around each.

Behind her in a whisper, Rein said, “And now it’s your turn.”

Angela fled.

Rein laughed and pursued.

Man in the Mirror (Happy Halloween!)

Happy Halloween 2017.

I recently wrote a piece for a Halloween themed Flash Fiction Event. I thought it would be fun to record a quick video and throw it up on YouTube. But, if you just want to read, the words are also below.

 

“The Man in the Mirror”

 

Welcome back doctor, you are well I hope?
No don’t bother, I know the usual trope
Are you ready to examine me under your microscope?
I am ready to share now, I will succumb to your hopes.

Your hopes, your hopes but what of my hopes?

I take it you want me to explain my tale?
I warn you now, you will think me mad, a liar, worthy of jail
I have told a few others but to no avail
They do not believe it, thus far the truth has not prevailed

The truth, the truth, the truth will prevail

Why am I speaking in rhymes you want to know?
It simply eases my pain and lessens my woe
The loss of my wife was, you see, quite a blow
Although, you think I am guilty, that I know

The woe, the woe, you cannot possibly know.

It was early morning when I woke from my doze
The darkness still sparkled, the sun had not rose
I shifted and turned in the chair that I chose
I shut my eyes tight but they would not stay closed

Stay closed, stay closed, if only they’d stay closed

I moaned, for sleep was scarce indeed.
The first colors of the morning had begun to bleed.
I sat up in the chair and tried to proceed
But long bouts of insomnia had sapped me indeed.

Nights without end, indeed, indeed.

I rose from the chair and the world started to spin
I pawed my way to the bathroom so my day could begin
I glanced at my reflection and I did not find twin
But instead staring back was a strange man with a grin.

That grin, that grin oh the horror of that grin.

His face was like mine, but something was wrong
We stared for a while, time looped and grew long
His eyes like questions, hypnotic and strong
My terror grew deeper for a mirror is never wrong

Distorted and cracked but never wrong

How much time passed? I could not say
But I will never forget what happened that day.
For the man in the mirror, he wanted to play.
And the game that he liked? Command and obey

Obey, obey I had to obey. My gaze was fixed, I had to obey.

It was not a good game, it was cruel you see
For he was trapped in the mirror and he wanted control of me
He wanted my life, he wanted to be set free
A curse had trapped him there for all eternity

The curse, the curse he wanted to be free.

A blood sacrifice was required of course
Not a chicken, nor a goat, not even a horse
At first, I resisted, I fought with all my force
But my will was finite compared to his source

Centuries of hate were his near infinite source

He compelled me to do it, to his will I was bound
You may think me mad, that my mind is unsound
But those eyes, those greedy eyes, so wide and so round
I could not resist his will, I was bound

Bound, bound, soon we will all be bound.

He beckoned me to the kitchen, and made me grab a knife,
And then he sent me upstairs to find my sleeping wife,
I entered our room full of struggle and strife
But his desires were strong and he wanted her life

Her life, your life, bound in the blood and knife

The rest you can guess I am sure it’s quite clear
After all, I’m famous, the case of your career
Crazy as It might seem we are bound right here
Do you feel it yet doctor? That tingle? That fear

The fear, the fear are my intentions yet clear?

And now doctor, I have you, you are all mine
You lingered too long, you dallied for the last time.
I captured you with my lyrics and rhythms and rhymes
I’ve been trying to find the right vessel and now you are mine

Mine oh mine, you are all mine

You see, the sorcerer in the mirror managed to get free
But his body? Long gone and so he found a home in me
But something about me is inadequate you see
I am dying and to a new body he must flee

This body will crumble, oh doctor, it’s too late now to flee

Come closer now doctor and stare into my eyes
That’s it I beckon, I compel, I promise you no more lies
That’s right doctor, give in, resistance is unwise
Let down your barriers, let me try you on for size

Wonderful, what a fit, what an excellent prize.

Now to find the descendants of my captors and bring about their
demise.