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complication

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The child was creating a ruckus as was his favorite thing to do in the afternoon.
It was only when she heard footsteps on the roof, she decided to check for monkeys but found the empty kitchen.
Everything within his reach was in its place but the hanging pots were another story.


He had managed to jump on the roof, now giggling and running free.
“Young man, If you refuse to come down right now, you are not getting any dinner” Mary yelled as she looked up at the window.
“Your powers should have slept for another ten years”, she muttered as she called his guardian to come handle this complication.

Written for Six sentence Story and Friday Fictioneers

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Presence

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The cardinal rule, she repeated to herself, was never to forget his kindness.Even if it came attached to an arrogance that scared her.
Some relations, for the sake of a name, are built on rules, which are expected to be adhered to at all times.
In his case, she knew better to test those boundaries.
So years passed, but she dared not to ask if he still remembered the stories they made together.
Somewhere far away, he opens the old emails; taking strength from her words and presence; even if it was something he never deserved.

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Spirits

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CCC#43

The detective was called in the end.

It turns out, it was actually “the end” of the good winter in their zone, when food and wine had been enough to keep the people happy inside the houses.

Things were about to change and no detective could stop it, or even have a clue how it would start and where it would lead the people of the town.

None of the residents were old enough to understand the significance of the coats found hanging on the edge of the forest.

But the detective, whose father and grandfather had been from the town knew – he had been told the stories in preparation of similar event.

“The forest spirits have come to collect their dues “, he said, crossing himself as he walked back to the town, to confirm their worst fears.

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Inspired by Six sentence Story & Crimsons Creative Challenge

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Passion

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“I liked the rush, I liked the crunch. Never did look back at the fallout. I knew I wasn’t alone in the vast desert road as I frequently heard the howling animals follow my trail, while still hidden in the shrubs. I was not scared or worried, instead, I felt alive for the first time in years. ”

He hit send on the latest entry for the blog he was maintaining to record his daily progress and thoughts he had on his last adventure.

A thousand miles away, sitting in her bed, she read the blog as soon as it was published. This was her only connection to his world since he walked out if it to follow his passion.

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Inspired by First Line Friday and Six sentence story

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Human

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CCC40

“Why do you keep going back to that forest? “
“It just feels right to go home to rest”
“There used to be your home years back. Also, do you feel tired? “
“No. I just feel that nights are to go home and rest.”
“Uh Uh, There is something wrong in the code. You can not be showing ancient human symptoms. It has been ages they slept in the night. The Internet ruined that.
“Am I not human, then?”

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Inspired by CCC40 [image] and Six sentence story [word: code] 

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Stories

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This is the final part of the story. Part 1 & Part 2 [linked]

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“I did not expect you to look older though”, he said genuinely surprised to find her standing in front of him.

“We age too, and part of this is to blend in when I visit Earth.” She replied as she settled on the mountain ledge.

“How did you even find this place ?”, she continued.

“Followed the signs from the old stories my ancestors collected. I realized quite late that stories are where all the knowledge is hidden. It’s a pity, people have stopped listening to them”. He said softly

“The stories are your bloodline, same as your son’s,  all this while. I feared he would fare best as a storyteller. And he figured the same when he seeked you out to learn this dying art.”

“My son ?” he asked puzzled, till he remembered the young man at his home, the one who after a year, had left that very morning to spread the ancient wisdom in the world, as a payment for his training.

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The Meeting

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[Part 1 of this tale was posted last week here ]

Hiding behind the heavily scented flowers, he felt a sense of calmness surround him.

His mind wandered to the first time he had seen her – in another waterfall that also served as a portal to Hell.

He never asked nor knew why she was banished from earth, even after she had taken their son away from him.

Suddenly he realized that she was no longer visible from his position.

He padded along the rocks, trying to find another spot to keep her in his sight.

Before he could settle again, he heard her standing behind him, “You look older”.

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Inspired by Crimson’s creative Challenge (Image) , Six sentence story (pad) and Twiglet

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Courage

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

As she took the train to her town again, she hoped today, she had the courage to get off the train.
She was once a darling of her charming little town, an amateur singer who had run ran away to seek more fame.
If only her voice had stayed the same.

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Inspired by Friday fictioneers (image), Weekend Writing prompt (word: Amateur ) , Tale Weaver (word: Darling)

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SON

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Cenote Cave in the Yukatan by mattiaverga at Pixabay.com

He finally found the secret cave.
She appeared in the early morning with her guards.
As she waved in and out of the waterfall, she relished being home.
This was one of the few spots she could enter Earth.
This was where she met her son each year.

And today he too would see his boy.


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Inspired by Six sentence story (word prompt: wave) and Twittering tales (image prompt)

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Meeting point

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

“They congregated up in the hills, far away from judging eyes”, he answered.
We were newly inducted to this secret society which my great-grandfather had started to track unexplained people and keep detailed records.We gathered intel on these aliens among humans who needed to be handled immediately.
“But that would be extreme,to do now”
“We can meet in this plaza”, he offered.
“The one with the white statue with eyes covered ?”
“Yeah, she sees nothing. We see nothing. The fucking world sees nothing nowadays.”
The cameras see it all, we knew but those could be erased.


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Inspired by First Line Friday (first line) and Friday Fictioneers (photo)