“Hideout” – Friday Fictioneers, 9 September 2012

It was almost pitch black inside. He quickly stepped inside and closed the wooden door behind him. The floorboards moaned under the weight of his steps. The place wasn’t perfect but it looked like a good place to hide from them.
He tried to keep his head clear from any thoughts. They would find him as soon as he allowed a single one entering his mind. The pain seemed less intense now. He relaxed a little bit and sat down on the floor. He wondered if anyone would miss him. Immediately the darkness became darker and the air thickened. I’m a naive fool, he thought. No one will ever miss me. He sighed. They had found him.
Once more, the pain became more apparent...

This story has been written as an entry for the Friday Fictioneers. Go to Madison Woods' blog to find out more about it. Comments and constructive criticism are most welcome.


Friday Fictioneers – “The last drop”

Rick knew that he had to bring the bad news rather sooner than later. It seemed inevitable. For over a month it had been his duty to keep an eye on the amount of remaining drinking water. It had been like the setting of the sun. At first it looked as though it wasn't declining at all but the closer it got to the bottom, the faster it seemed to go. He didn't want to leave the compound. Every time they got their hands on fresh water it meant they had to murder whoever owned it before them. Rick hated to admit it but they were good at it as well.

This story has been written as my first entry for the Friday Fictioneers. Go to Madison Woods' blog to find out more about it. Comments and constructive criticism are most welcome.


The Wedding

Inspired by a friend I decided to have a go at writing short stories. Madison Woods came up with a brilliant idea where writers from all over the net can contribute to the so-called Friday Fictioneers. The Friday Fictioneers write short stories of about a hundred words inspired by a photo, posted by Madison, each Friday. Maybe I'll join so comments are welcome.

"The Wedding"

No-one seemed keen on asking him who he was and why he was there. The look on his face wasn't exactly the inviting kind and the fact that he was shoeless didn't help. Some of the guests were pointing and talking about him but words meant nothing to him. Rarely had anyone said anything interesting. The security men who tried to stop him at the back door hadn't. Surely, every now and then there was a self proclaimed hero on these events who insisted to know who he was. He hated it when they asked him the obvious. They all knew who he was. Or rather, what he was. For the sake of their own sanity they all just pretended not to know.