50 Word Thursday’s #2 – The Book of Lost Souls.


I spin in a haze of greens, blues, and white, my perceptions unravelling like a roll of gauze.
Splintered by A. G. Howard

This story was written for the 50 word Thursday Challenge, this week hosted by Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith, Click below to find out more:

The Book of Lost Souls

I’d been warned about going into Uncle Peregrine’s attic. Since his death, it’d been kept untouched. Elsie refused to dust it. That added to the mystery and I just couldn’t resist.

Uncle Peregrine had been distinctly odd. He’d wander around wearing red flowing robes and a pink silk turban on his head, smoking extremely unpleasant smelling cigars. He’d been a practitioner of the occult, but I’d always found him an immensely funny silly old fool.

The house was its usual bustle on a Sunday morning as everyone, even the staff, prepared to go to Church. I managed to feign illness; a bit of judicious rubbing behind the ears was enough to convince Mother that I had a rash and couldn’t possibly go along.

When they’d gone, I crept into the dusty old attic room, the walls lined with books.

One book appeared to be a children’s colouring book.

Gingerly I open it and I spin in a haze of greens, blues, and white, my perceptions unravelling like a roll of gauze.

My mind impossibly lost without a road map to help me back to reality.

Around me, I am surrounded by a riot of colour and shapes.

Then I spy a large figure sitting on the back of a tangerine coloured camel, wearing red robes and a pink turban.

Uncle Peregrine beams at me.

“There you are, my boy. Come to keep your Uncle company, have you? I hope you’ve said your goodbyes, there’s no going back now, you know.”

I have also included The Three Things challenge: Books, Lost, Road Map.

If you enjoyed this challenge, why not click on the link and have a go?

50 word Thursdays #31 – Blank Stares

Debbie Whittam sets this challenge every Thursday, to write a poem or story in 50 words, or multiples of 50 up to a maximum of 250 words, inspired by a picture and include some particular lines.

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2018/12/13/50-word-thursday-31/

This is the story I wrote last week:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/12/06/50-word-thursday-30-family-ties/

13-12-18

You better watch out, you better not cry. – 
John Frederick Coots and Haven Gillespie’s Santa Claus is Coming to Town

Ever since the air raid sirens had gone off and the bombs had started dropping, she had been trying to make it home. Despite living and working in the city for seven years, home to her was still the farmhouse, miles to the south, where her brothers and her mother still eked out a living from that dry old soil.

The world had descended into chaos, people pushing and shoving, there were gunshots coming from every direction. By making herself very dirty and crawling along the ground she’d managed to escape from the hell that the city had become.

After several days of sneaking she had made it to the farm.

She stood gazing at the remnants of the kitchen. It seemed to bring the reality of the situation crashing down. She began to cry.

A hand was around her mouth and someone whispered.

You better watch out, you better not cry. They’ll hear you. They’re everywhere.”

It was her brother, Zach.

She turned and threw her arms around him.

“Quick, This way,” Zach said as he grabbed her hand and half dragged her out to the old barn. They had built a tornado shelter there after the weather had turned crazy.

She climbed down the ladder into the dimly lit chamber followed closely by Zach who slammed the door closed.

Her other two brothers were there too, Eben and Joe.

“Where’s Mother?” She asked, but the blank stares of three pairs of eyes was the only answer she received.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 13/December/2018

50 Word Thursday #30 – Family Ties.

Debbie Whittam sets this challenge every Thursday, to write a poem or story in 50 words, or multiples of 50 up to a maximum of 250 words, inspired by a picture and include some particular lines.

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2018/12/06/50-word-thursday-30/

This is the story I wrote last week:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/11/29/50-word-thursday-29-blurred-instincts/

06-12-18

“She discovered it by accident on her fourth day at the lake.” –
Mary Kay McComas’ His Brother’s Keeper

Family Ties

She’d taken her summer vacations there. The beach and the lake, the old train station, the memories of her family came flooding back.

This was where, ten years ago, her brother had disappeared. Something inside her drove her back here. Some inner quest.

She discovered it by accident on her fourth day at the lake. It was a decaying, putrescent corpse.
She let out a scream. There were other people at the lake. One came over and put a towel around her shoulders.

She turned and said, “I think he’s dead”. As she said it, she realised how fatuous her comment had been. Of course, he’s dead, there’s nothing deader than a rotted body!

She passed out. When she came too, she was lying on the floor of a cell.

A guard dragged her to a desk and into a chair.

The uniformed man sitting opposite glared at her with cold blue eyes.

“We’ve managed to get some DNA checks done. Your DNA matches the corpse. I suspect he was your brother. Our witness said you told her ‘He’s Dead’. How did you know the body was male? The body was far too decomposed. So, you’ve come back to the scene of your crime, haven’t you?”

She felt the weight lift from her shoulders as she confessed. She’d always hated him, but crushing his throat with her hands had brought no pleasure. Her parents never got over the death of the son who they’d always loved more than their daughter.

[250 words]

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 06/December/2018

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/12/06/rdp-thursday-putrescent/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/12/06/your-daily-word-prompt-fatuous-december-6-2018/