Night of the Living Nanny – A multiple Word Prompt Story.

people lurking around on snow field near mountains
Photo by Samuel Walker on Pexels.com

 

The world had rapidly gone downhill. The human race and life as they knew it was coming to an end.

Global warming and climate change were not going to cause the end of life but something else entirely that no one could have predicted. In a way, Climate change was to blame. It had caused the Avalanche in the remote skiing resort of the Swiss Alps that only the very wealthy set could afford to go to. The Avalanche had revealed the hidden cave that had been covered for centuries, millennia, even.

The thawing had released the virus into the air, scientists have since confirmed. Initially, one young lady had become infected while on holiday in that exclusive resort. Then she’d returned home to Chelsea in London to her job as a Nanny looking after the children of the nobility. Inadvertently she has passed the virus on to all her colleagues as they gathered in the park to gossip about the bad habits of their employers.

For some reason, the virus only affected young women of the wealthy set, something to do with their genetic makeup and centuries of inbreeding.

The Virus had turned all those Nannies into Zombies!

He was keeping watch from the upstairs window of the farmhouse. A report on the radio had said the horde of zombie nannies was heading this way.

Loading his spare rifle, he handed it to his son, David.

“What do I do, Dad?” he asked

Glancing back down the drive he saw them. Thirty or forty black shapes pushing prams and heading slowly but relentlessly towards them.

“Just fire when you see the reds of their eyes, son.”

 

Disclaimer: This story was only a bit of light-hearted fun, so please, if you happen to be a Nanny or a Zombie, please don’t take offence. 

 

This story contains the following word prompts:

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/03/07/three-things-challenge-pl22/

Today’s prompt: report, nanny, zombies

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/03/08/fire/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/03/08/your-daily-word-prompt-nobility-march-8-2019/

FOWC with Fandango — Watch

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/03/08/rdp-friday-avalanche/

 

Friday Fictioneers – The Travellers – A Tale in 100 words.

PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala

They put down their heavy bundle and sat by the fire to warm their aching bones. The travellers had walked for many miles from the last village and it was many miles more until they reached the next.

There was something primordial about the fire. It took them back to their roots and made them whole again. The strength slowly returned to their muscles ready for tomorrows trek. Maybe, at the next village they will accept them, but if not, they will do what they always did. Sell a few things, buy a few then travel on. Such is Life.

 

 

This was written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers picture challenge:

8 February 2019

 

and also included the word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/08/strength/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/02/08/your-daily-word-prompt-bundle-february-8-2019/

 

Manic Monday’s Three Way Challenge and other Word Prompts – Fire is Cleansing.

This Story was written in response to Laura M Bailey’s challenge, I am aware that Monday is but a dim and distant memory, but better late than never. 😉

See Link:

https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2018/11/05/manic-manic-mondays-3-way-prompt-reverence/

You may also wish to read my previous entry for the 3-way challenge:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/10/30/manic-mondays-three-way-challenge-reap-your-harvest/

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The Word: Reverence

Other word prompts include:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/11/06/dingy/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/11/06/your-daily-word-prompt-renovate-november-6-2018/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/11/06/rdp-tuesday-parcel/

FOWC with Fandango — Repress

 

He stood gazing in reverence as the golden light bathed his face.

He had done something he had been meaning to do for many years.

He had finally cleared away the dust of the past. He had been meaning to renovate that dingy old house. It was full of memories that he no longer wanted to repress, but they were part and parcel of who he was.

Instead, he’d decided to torch the place.

He couldn’t help admire the beauty of that wonderful bonfire as it engulfed his past and delivered him from his own private hell.

The policeman put an arm around his shoulders and lead him back to the car with its blue flashing lights. He wasn’t afraid of the consequences, his memories had held more fear than anything he was likely to face and he was free of them now.

Fire is cleansing.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 06/November/2018

 

 

50 Word Thursday #15 – Song of Sacrifice

Debbie Whittam has set a challenge 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/2018/08/23/50-word-thursday-15/

Here is the picture:

23-08-18

Here are the words:

Tansy Rayner Roberts – Splashdance Silver

Here is my story:

Song of the Sacrifice

They dragged her through the woods towards the bonfire. Kassa could smell the smoke and the menthol oils from the burning logs. They had dressed her in symbolic white and her hands and feet had been bound.

They had come for her in the night. They had heard tales about her song. She sang to inspire others, there was no magic in the song itself.

The land was suffering from a terrible drought. No rain had fallen for four months. The earth beneath her feet was tinder dry.

A Man in robes came over to her, he had that intense look of a fanatic in his eyes.

“I’m not a songwitch” Kassa protested.

He laughed at her.

“We are going to put you in the Fire. Either your voice will summon the rains to put out the fire and save us all, or you will perish in the flames and hopefully, the rain god will accept your sacrifice and take pity on us all.”

They tired her to a post above the flames. She could feel the searing heat already lapping at her toes.

She opened her mouth, ignoring the fumes and sang her heart out. The song was like no other you had ever heard. It reverberated through the trees and reached inside of you to touch your very soul.

Suddenly, the heavens opened and poured life-giving water over the land, putting out the fire, saving her life.

Her tormentors were not so lucky. They perished in the floods.

The End

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 23/August/2018

 

https://fivedotoh.com/2018/08/23/fowc-with-fandango-inspire/