#FOWC: Danger

She was rigid with fear, tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t understand how someone she loved so much could do something so awful to her. Trapped in a hard leather chair, an overhead light half blinded her and she tried to turn her head away but strong hands gripped her, one either side at her temples.

She was rigid with fear, tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t understand how someone she loved so much could do something so awful to her. Trapped in a hard leather chair, an overhead light half blinded her and she tried to turn her head away but strong hands gripped her, one either side at her temples.

“Just try to relax now, it will all be over soon”

The man who’d seemed so kind had donned a mask, it did not hide his smile. His movements were slow and deliberate and his touch almost gentle as he pushed on her shoulder, forcing her back further into the unyielding chair. She could feel cold sweat running, in a single rivulet, down the side of her face and her heart hammered in her chest.

She could hear the sound of metal on metal but couldn’t see the source of the noise; her terror was mounting steadily. It was then that the man in the mask raised his hand, he was holding something that glinted in the harsh light.

“Hold still my dear, we don’t want any mishaps when we’ve only just started”

She could see the light of humour in his eyes…or was it madness? She squeezed her own eyes tightly shut and waited for the inevitable pain.

“There we are, all done, just a clean and a polish today Sarah”

The dentist looked pityingly at her Mother, he could see how hard it had been for her to force her young daughter into that chair and keep her still while he worked. In truth she did feel bad but she knew that it was for her daughter’s own good.

“You see silly, you were never in any danger

This was in response to another of Fandango’s fabulous one word prompts. I seem to have become slightly addicted and they definitely bring out my darker side ;O)

Have a great day all

Lisa

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#FOWC: Repress

What the fuck was he doing here? His head felt groggy and he didn’t recognise his surroundings; fear began to set in. He tried to wipe the sweat from his eyes but he couldn’t move his arms, it seemed  they were bound with something; perhaps he was paralyzed?  Had he been in an accident? Was this hospital? 

What the fuck was he doing here? His head felt groggy and he didn’t recognise his surroundings; fear began to set in. He tried to wipe the sweat from his eyes but he couldn’t move his arms, it seemed  they were bound with something; perhaps he was paralyzed?  Had he been in an accident? Was this hospital?

He felt a pillow beneath his head and he rubbed his face against it, trying to clear his vision. Was that sweat in his eyes? Maybe tears, they both stung in the same way didn’t they. Had he lost someone? Had the hospital given him a sedative? Is that why he felt so sluggish? Why couldn’t he remember?

He tried to open his eyes again and the room came into focus. It wasn’t a room, it was a cell. Panicking now he calls out for someone to help him, to explain what the hell was going on; his strength gradually returning, he lifts himself from the narrow bed and lurches towards the steel door. He summons air to his lungs and screams in fear and frustration:

“Somebody tell me what the fuck is happening! What is this place? Why am I here?”

There’s no reply and he sinks down on the dank floor and starts to cry. What can he do? Does anyone know that he’s here? Maybe he can call someone but who? It’s then that the face of his brother pops into his head, John, he can call John, he’ll know what to do. Clambering upright he yells through the tiny opening in the door:

“If anyone can hear me, please, call John. Please! There must be someone there, I need to see my brother”

After a few interminable minutes he hears footsteps, someone’s coming……

“Alright Peter, calm down now” an older man with kind grey eyes speaks to him softly

“Who are you? What am I doing here? Let me out!”

“I’m sorry Peter but I can’t do that” there is sadness in the other man’s eyes but why..

“Then call my brother, call John, he’ll get me out, I know he will” he’s pleading now

“Peter, listen to me, John won’t be coming, not today”

“Nooo!” he screams at the man with the kind eyes and then bears his teeth at him in a vicious snarl

“You bastard, you can’t keep me here” he throws himself against the door, desperate to get at his captor

“Step away from the door Peter, I’m coming in” his voice is still soft but determined

Backing away, he wonders if he can make a bid for freedom and gets ready to run. His muscles tense as the door slowly opens to reveal the older man; he is flanked by two others, tall, powerful looking guys. They walk towards him with terrible purpose.

Peter looks around frantically but there is nowhere to run to. The brutish thugs grab hold of him, he can’t move. His eyes widen in terror as the kindly man walks slowly towards him, hesitantly now. He has something in his hand

“What’s that for? Get away from me? Who the fuck are you people?”

He tries to struggle free but he still can’t move his arms, he starts sobbing.

“Please……where’s John…………where’s my brother?”

He feels the needle as it’s drawn from his neck but that’s the last thing he feels. His legs give way and he sinks into oblivion. The two burly men pick him up and lay him gently on the bed. One of them is new to this place and asks

“What happened to this one?”

The doctor looked at him and said quietly

“He murdered his brother. When his brother was 5 and he was 11, he took him into the woods behind their parent’s home and beat him to death, he then took a knife and cut out his eyes and his tongue. No-one ever found out why”

“So who’s John? Another brother?” the orderly was curious

“No, it’s the same one. He’s been calling for him for 12 years now, every day, the same cries. He has regular therapy but no-one seems able to break through and he is incredibly violent, that’s why he’s kept in the straight jacket most of the time” the doctor’s voice was weary

“But John’s dead, he killed him, how can he not understand”

“Because sometimes, when we do something too terrible to comprehend our mind steps in to protect us. The memory is so awful that the mind has no choice but to repress it”

This was written in response to another daily word prompt from the highly entertaining and irrepressible Fandango; it would seem that I am hooked on this challenge, why not have a go and see if it hooks you too :O)

Lisa x

 

#FOWC: Over

She sat in the back of the tiny boat and watched the face of the ferryman as he rowed her to the shore. It was completely blank but shadows played across it as the light began to dim. She was desperate for reassurance but the ferryman did not speak. In the distance she could see a figure on the opposite bank, dressed all in black; he was waiting for her….

She sat in the back of the tiny boat and watched the face of the ferryman as he rowed her to the shore. It was completely blank but shadows played across it as the light began to dim. She was desperate for reassurance but the ferryman did not speak. In the distance she could see a figure on the opposite bank, dressed all in black; he was waiting for her….

Her fear mounted as she imagined the bottomless, black depths of the sea beneath the boat and she focused her rigid gaze on her waiting host, still standing, but now with hand outstretched. His face hidden by a black hood, she could see only his fingers, white in the moonlight, reaching for her hand.

As the boat came to a gentle stop she paid the ferryman, who took the coins without a word, and took the hand of the one who’d been waiting; it was as cold as ice. He slowly raised his hooded head and smiled at her before saying, in his deep, powerful voice:

“Why do you look so frightened my dear, you knew this day was coming?”

She looked deep into his black eyes and replied:

“Bloody hell Brian, you know how much I hate the water! Who’s stupid idea was it to have a Halloween party on a sodding island? Honestly, that boat right was terrifying, I’m so glad it’s over

I had so much fun with Fandango’s  one word prompt the other day, I thought I’d give it another go ;O)

Lisa

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#FOWC – Tantrum

Morning all :O) There are quite a few challenges and prompts circulating Wordpress at the moment so I thought I’d take up the gauntlet and give one a go. Here you have it then, my first attempt at Fandango’s one word challenge; today’s word is ‘tantrum’…….

Morning all :O) There are quite a few challenges and prompts circulating WordPress at the moment so I thought I’d take up the gauntlet and give one a go. Here you have it then, my first attempt at Fandango’s one word challenge; today’s word is ‘tantrum’…….

She is 28 years old and she stands before her husband, a rich and powerful man, 10 years her senior, with a look of defiance on her face. Her knees are weak with fear but she will be damned if she’ll give in to this bully that she married; she lifts her chin and prays her voice will sound strong…..

“What exactly are you accusing me of now?”

 She’s tired of his temper, his pettiness, all the things he does to hack away at her self-esteem. A few weeks ago he was all over her, showering her with presents and now this; she wished she could just divorce him and be done with it all.

“You know what! You cheated on me, you slept with another man; more than one!”

Her husband roars her, his spit hitting her face with the force of his words. He is determined to break her this time, bend her to his will

Despite her disgust, she does not flinch. The accusation is entirely without merit, he knows and and she knows it but rather than simply deny it she says quietly

“Prove it!”

“You’ve been seen. People have told me”

His face is red with anger and he gesticulates wildly as if to indicate her accusers. Why can’t she just admit that it’s all her fault, he asks himself; the new woman he’d been seeing didn’t get on at him like this. He’d made sure that she knew who was boss right from the start. The thought of her surrender brought a faint smile to his lips…

‘He’s mocking me’ she thought and the spark of her anger ignited

“Your so-called friends you mean? The ones who’ve been lining their pockets by sucking up to you and pandering to your ridiculous vanity?”

She’s almost laughing at him now, knowing that she’s touched a nerve.

“They showed me something that one of them wrote to you, a little love letter”

He says it in a sing song voice but his eyes are cold and it takes everything she has not to back away from him.

“So someone writes me a love letter and suddenly I’m guilty? Oh grow up!”

He raises his fist and she’s sure that he’s going to hit her, she can’t help but shy away, he’s completely lost control.

“You’re a whore and you will pay”

The venom in his voice poisons any little hope that she had remaining……

Several days later, as Anne laid her weary head on the block, she wondered at the absurdity of losing her head because her husband had lost his; it had really been nothing more than a royal tantrum…..

Lisa

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The Meaning of Life: Part 4

Have you ever wondered what the World would be like as viewed from the perspective of the grand creator? Well, read on……….

Sometime before we arrived on the scene, this was going on.

“What the bloody hell is that?” A booming voice called out across the factory floor

“I am not quite sure what to call it to be perfectly honest with you but, you’ve got to admit boss it’s impressive”

Have you ever wondered what the World would be like as viewed from the perspective of the grand creator? Well, read on……….

Sometime before we arrived on the scene, this was going on.

“What the bloody hell is that?” A booming voice called out across the factory floor

“I am not quite sure what to call it to be perfectly honest with you but, you’ve got to admit boss it’s impressive”

The second voice was deferential, if calling someone boss counts as such; it was also trying to sound encouraging.

“It’s big, that’s all and it’s not all about the size you know”

There was no real reprimand, more weariness from one who has had this conversation more than once

“That’s not what I’d heard…..” snigger

“Stop it now” One delicately raised but slight menacing eyebrow was enough to curtail the sniggering

“But I like making them big boss and it’s not like we haven’t got the space” this said with much arm waving and gazing around as if this would somehow reinforce the point being made.

“Yes. I know. The problem is that you never stick to the bloody design; I spent ages coming up with the concept of a predator to balance things out down there and what have you done? The head’s nothing but teeth, the eyes are like piss holes in the snow………”

“What’s snow boss” curiosity got the better of him

“It’s something new I’m working on but I can’t get the temperature quite right, it’s giving me some real headaches I can tell you….Don’t change the subject! As I was saying, it’s got those teeny tiny little arms which are completely useless, I mean, how is it going to catch its prey?”

He was rarely ratty but this mucking about with his designs was getting way out of hand.

“Like this………..”

with a beaming smile he flicked the on switch, located under the smallest toenail of the right foot (in case you were wondering)

“SHIT! Run!”

Sometime later when the off switch had been flicked (located in the left testicle so you had two options if you really needed to slow the thing down) and all the mess had been cleared up..

“I’ve made a cup of tea boss if you fancy one and I found some chocolate biscuits”

With a rictus grin he put down the tray and scuffed his toe gently along the floor, not looking up.

“How many of them are there down there?”

Resigned now, slightly tired after the sprint round the factory but still feeling satisfied that his boot had found the off switch he waited.

“Umm, a few. Well, quite a lot actually. Not sure it was my best work to be honest boss, they do seem to be causing a bit of havoc”

The toe scuffing continued and there was definitely a hint of embarrassment in the air.

“Right, so as bloody usual, I’ve got to sort out the mess, yes?”

“Ummm, yes…….sorry” The embarrassment that had been in the air was now stuck to his face

“Typical! Right, never mind, I think I can work something out with the snow, take the temperature down a bit, see if I can make it solid and use that to stop the buggers”

He looked thoughtful for a moment and said

“I’ve got to ask, did you ever come up with a name?”

Embarrassment rescinded a tad and a touch of pride took its place

“I did as it happens……Tyranosaurus Ralph; what do you think”

He helped himself to a biscuit, safe in the knowledge of a job well done, or at least, part of a job not totally bodged.

“I think it needs work” he tried very hard not to roll his eyes “pass the biscuits”.

“And, incidentally, next week you’ll be working on something a bit different, just until I’ve got Ralph under control”

“Yes boss, anything you say, have you got the plans?”

 He was eager to redeem himself; now he’d heard ‘Ralph’ said out loud his pride had wandered off looking a bit sheepish and was refusing to come back.

“What? Oh yes, over there. They’re called birds until I can come up with a better name and they’re a bit fiddly”

He was concentrating on the carnage going on down below and wondering if he had time to sort out the snow problem; he could just throw some bloody great rocks at them he thought

“Is this to scale boss? They’re a bit small”

He turned the drawing round a few times but it didn’t make a scrap of difference

“YES!”

The Meaning of Life: Part 3

“Have we got any biscuits? I’m feeling a bit peckish”

“You’re not peckish, you’ve only just had lunch. You’re just bored; you know you don’t like it when it’s too quiet in the factory”

“Look if I want a sodding biscuit………oh hang on a minute what’s going on over there…”

“Have we got any biscuits? I’m feeling a bit peckish”

“You’re not peckish, you’ve only just had lunch. You’re just bored; you know you don’t like it when it’s too quiet in the factory”

“Look if I want a sodding biscuit………oh hang on a minute what’s going on over there…”

“What? Where?”

“Over there look, someone’s making a declaration of some sort; this should be interesting….wait…oh no, that’s torn it!”

“hmmm? munch, munch, what?”

“Where did you get that biscuit?! Didn’t you hear what he just said? It’s a disaster”

“Sorry, no, it’s the biscuit, it’s really crunchy……”

“He just said “All Men are Created Equal”

“He didn’t?!!???”

“He bloody did! Will you stop spraying crumbs all over my desk”

“He can’t say that boss, there’ll be chaos!”

“Well duh, you think?”

“There’s no need to be sarcastic………what are we going to do about it?”

“Not a lot we can do is there, the words are out there now. Go and put the kettle on and I’ll see how much essence of sheep we’ve got left”

“I told you that free will would give us a problem…..more sheep essence I said….can’t go wrong with sheep I said……”

“Stop muttering, I’m trying to think”

“I was just saying………you’re just in a bad mood because I ate the last biscuit”

“The last….??? Look forget about biscuits for a minute, I’ve had an idea. Why don’t we give them a template”

“What do you mean, a template?”

“You know, we’ll take all the best bits of the ones that are down there now and make a template so they’ll know what they all need to be equal to, otherwise they’ll just be squabbling about this for ever more. You know what they’re like ‘your mountain’s got more trees on it, it’s not fair’, ‘our deity’s bigger than yours’, ‘he’s got more cows than me’, honestly, it never stops! Nope, we’ll give them a template and they’ll all want to be like that and everyone will be equal. It’s brilliant!”

“When you say the best bits what do you mean? Really good hair and a nice bum? I did a great bum the other day, round and peachy, perfectly symmetrical….I was proud of that bum…”

“What are you rambling about? No, I’m talking about kindness, understanding, compassion, intelligence, honesty, determination….the good bits”

“The bits you do you mean?”

“Well, I suppose so yes…”

“Typical!”

“Oh don’t get all huffy, you can do the bum alright?”

“Yay! Let’s get cracking!”

“Yes ha ha, ‘cracking’ very funny”

“What?”

“Never mind, just get on with it”

Time passes………..

“Finished!”

“How can it take so long to do one bum? No don’t answer that, just stick it on….no, other way up…..right good it’s ready to go”

More time passes….

“How’s the template going boss? Did they get it? Are they all feeling nice and equal now?”

“I don’t want to talk about it”

“Why? What happened?”

“………..they shot him”

“Bugger! Oh well better luck next time, fancy a biscuit?”

“I’m not hungry”

Ghandi quote

 

Have a great day everyone

Lisa x

 

 

 

 

The Meaning Of Life (Part 2)

Try to imagine a situation where it was suddenly made very clear to you that you had no great purpose in life and that your very existence resulted from nothing more than intense boredom? How would you feel if the person who broke that news to you then just buggered off to have a nice cup of tea? 

Try to imagine a situation where it was suddenly made very clear to you that you had no great purpose in life and that your very existence resulted from nothing more than intense boredom? How would you feel if the person who broke that news to you then just buggered off to have a nice cup of tea? Well, this is where we left off last time………….

“What do you reckon boss?”

“Weeelllllll, there is a chance I may have been a tad hasty”

“I did say at the time……..”

“Do NOT say I told you so and stop looking so smug!”

“OK OK, sorry, but listen, what exactly are they doing down there?”

shocked“Nothing. That’s the problem”

“Some of them must be doing something surely”

“Nope, nothing, they’ve even stopped all that infernal electronic yabbering; there’s been no mention of that Dump person or Flexit, (I still haven’t figured out what that’s all about), for absolutely ages….”

“Bloody hell that is serious!!”

“I know and I’m not sure what to do about it, any thoughts”

“We could have another cup of tea……..maybe a couple of hobnobs?”

“I’m serious. I’ve never seen them so quiet, I’m a bit worried to be honest with you”

“That’s what you wanted isn’t it? For them all to shut up bickering and stop wrecking the factory?”

“Well yes I suppose……….oh hang on a minute……..something’s happening…..move over so I can see”

party“Bugger me, that’s a turn up for the books”

“What? Tell me, what’s going on?”

“They seem to be having……a party! They’re celebrating”

“What all of them????? Blimey I would not like the catering bill for that one! Quite pretty though isn’t it? Hang on a minute why are you grinning like that?”

“It worked! That’s why I’m grinning, I was right”

“That’s not what you said 2 centuries ago boss, you said you’d cocked it right up”

“I said, if you remember correctly, that I may have been a ‘tad hasty'”

“….mutter…….mutter…smart arse…….whatever………”

“I heard that!”

“Ahem sorry boss, anyway what’s going on now?”

“Well it looks like the essence of sheep has finally worked its way out of their systems and…..huh! would you look at that……..they’re fixing the factory. Do you remember all those million of trees you whinged about making and then you threw a hissy fit when they wrecked them”

“Yes. I remember”

“Oh stop pulling that face, they’ve put them all back! Every last one”

“They’ve what? I don’t believe it. What about all the ‘stuff’ that they thought they needed and all the bombs they insisted would bring peace?……..dickheads!”

“Come on now don’t be like that, they’ve stopped all that and they’re being nice to each other”

“Nice? You mean it’s finally going the way we planned it?”

peace“Yep! The specials didn’t work, the plagues and disasters didn’t work, they just needed time to realise that they’re no more important than cows, just a bit more complicated from a wiring perspective”

“Well I’ve got to say boss I’m a bit relieved, I really thought we were going to have to resurrect the dinosaur prototypes for a while there. I solved the whole extinction problem by the way”

“How?”

“Thermal underwear, works a treat”

“Oh well done! Looks like we won’t be needing them now though”

“Figures!”

“That electronic chattering seems to have stopped for good as well”

“Bloody good job, gave me a headache all that constant whinging”

“Ah no, hang on a sec, there is one still going………all on his own apparently….weird”

“Who is it”

“It’s that Dump bloke”

“Worried?”

“Are you kidding? Come one let’s have a cup of tea….got any of those hobnobs left”

So there you have it. What do you think? Would you be happier if you knew that the only purpose you had in life was to repair the ‘factory’ and be nice to other people? Let me know, I’d love to hear from you

Lisa

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The Meaning Of Life……

How much time do you spend thinking about your place on this Earth and what the Universe has in store for you? Do you worry about whether or not you are fulfilling your purpose or even your potential? Do you know, just know, that you were put here for a reason and are desperately searching for that reason so that you will eventually be able to leave this thing we call life without regret?

How much time do you spend thinking about your place on this Earth and what the Universe has in store for you? Do you worry about whether or not you are fulfilling your purpose or even your potential? Do you know, just know, that you were put here for a reason and are desperately searching for that reason so that you will eventually be able to leave this thing we call life without regret?

In my mind (a strange place to be at the best of times) it goes something like this:

“Boss, you really need to stop beating yourself up over this”

“I know, I know but everything just seems to be going tits up and it was all so perfect in the beginning”

Employee of the month“Yeah, to be honest I’ve thought about it and I’m not sure what went wrong but you can’t blame yourself, I mean, look how well it worked out for the amoebas – one minute a mindless blob and the next they’re out of the sea and up on two legs; brilliant bit of engineering that was boss”

“Do you think I over reached myself? Is that it? I was just getting so good at creating the thoughts and emotions…….that’s my favourite bit to be honest but maybe I just got carried away”

“Weeeellllllll, maybe you just over-loaded them a bit; the machinery is pretty basic still. Let’s face it we haven’t done a lot of work on the design front over the last few millennia; perhaps we could revisit the idea of a limiter, stop the buggers thinking so much”

“But they’re good at the thinking, some of them have come up with some great stuff over the years……well a few of them at least. Do you think it was a good idea to add essence of sheep in the initial planning stages? Perhaps that’s where I went wrong….”

“Boss, we’ve talked about this; there’s so many of them now, if we didn’t have a bit of sheep in the mix they’d be all over the place”

“Perhaps I should have stuck with just the two but it was just so much fun”

“Now don’t start thinking like that guv. For the most past it’s worked out pretty well, better than the whole dinosaur fiasco anyway; do you remember that one? I thought we’d never get the mess cleared up”

“Don’t remind me! Lucky they were only a prototype! The thing is, I just don’t get this lot, it doesn’t matter what interference I run they seem to be stuck in some sort of loop”

“Interference?”

“Yes, you remember, when I put together those specials: Jesus, Mohammed,  Buddha and the others…oh come on you must remember, I spent ages on that design, really put my all into them”

“Oh yes, yes I’ve got it now………whatever happened to them? Did you bring them back to the workshop?”

Buddhist monk“I might have missed on or two I can’t remember, that’s not the point, but I had to didn’t I, no choice, it really pissed me off though I can tell you. All that work, all that effort for nothing”

“Oh come on now boss, it wasn’t for nothing, they’re still talked about now”

“Talked about?? I wouldn’t mind if they were talked about but nooooooo, like everything else down there, you try and do something nice for them and they start a scrap about it or they keep asking bloody questions all the time and that starts another scrap. It really gets on my pip”

tsunami“Well, what are you going to do about it boss? It’s not like you haven’t given them enough warnings over the years is it…..we ran out of plagues donkeys yonks ago because of this lot, there’s no more in stock. We could send another tsunami or an earthquake I suppose but then that just wrecks the factory and they’ve made enough of a mess of that without us making it worse”

“Perhaps I should just tell them………..if they knew do you reckon they’d just stop all this nonsense and get on with each other?”

“I don’t know boss, it’s a bit drastic……..they seem to think it’s all so important”

“Well, I can’t see that I can do anything else. The factory is great (my best work ever I reckon) and I’ve actually got quite fond of them to be honest even if they are a pain in the arse most of the time”

“Well, if that’s what you think, go for it but it might upset them”

“What more than they are already you mean?”

“Well, they all seem to think that they’re really important, you know, like they’ve got some sort of grand purpose. This could blow their minds, literally if we didn’t fix that wiring problem”

“Well I don’t know where they got that idea from, certainly not from me I…..did you see that……another one of those bloody bombs going off wrecking my factory. Oi! Pack it in!”

“Yes boss I saw it but…..”

“Ok, that’s it, enough is enough, set up the sound system”

“I WAS BORED OK?”

“Right that ought to do it, let’s go and have a cup of tea”

I honestly believe that if we spent less time worrying about WHY we are here and more time enjoying the fact that we ARE here, life would be so much easier. What do you think?

Please let me know, I’d love to hear from you

Lisa x