Daily Post One Word Challenge


The Voices never stop. Sometimes one, sometimes more, all yelling, all telling me what to do. I don’t want to listen, but I can’t escape. ‘Kill somebody.’ ‘Kill your sister.’ ‘Kill your dog.’

Kill seemed to be the only linking word between their demands.  Kill. Kill. Kill. But did I want to kill?  Of course, I did. I knew I should, I knew if the Voices told me something I had to obey. They were Gods, weren’t they?  Who else talked in my mind? Only Gods. Only gods.

‘Kill your mother.’ ‘Kill that stranger on the street corner.’ ‘Kill, kill, kill!’

I felt like….. Manson. Dreamed about blood splashed on walls and ceiling, dripping like rain to patter the floor red. Maybe I was Manson. Manson re-born… but wait, was he dead?  Did he need to be dead to be re-born?

They were getting louder, those voices, harder, meaner; always pulling my mind into corners where I didn’t want to go. But. I. Had.To. Kill.

I just didn’t have to kill those people….


Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer

FFfAW – Week of 3-29 through 04-04-2016 (175)

photo-20160328032234526This week’s photo prompt is provided by S. Writings.

A Bunch of Bull

“It’s not like we have much choice,” she mooed, rolling her eyes until they nearly disappeared under the red and green flowers decorating her eyelid.

“Least you have flowers,” he snorted, “I got freaking leaves and some funky blue vines.”

You want flowers? I’ll give you flowers, she didn’t say. Right up your derriere.

“And I’m starved.”

“He promised it was only a week,” she reasoned. A week, for heaven’s sake. What had she been thinking?

“And what about these ears?” he continued.  “What are they?  Freaking seashells? Mouth end of a balloon?”

“Ears, dear,” she replied, sounding more patient than possible given the circumstances.

“My eyes are yellow, for cikes sake. Yellow!  What self-respecting bull has yellow eyes? Red horns?  What am I? The devil?  We bulls have a bad enough reputation as it, I don’t need some freaking artist…..”

She tuned him out. Males never changed.

She’d be getting that divorce.