In For a Ride
By: Boyd Miles
for http://lilliemcferrin.com/five-sentence-fiction-marriage/
She had not mentioned this part, a ski lift. What was she going to think of him now? Her brand new husband frozen in fear because of his acrophobia, not the best way to start a marriage.
She started to rock the car laughing madly, "let's do the roller coaster next", she cried out between bursts of laughter.
When he jumped into this marriage he didn't know how high a jump it would be.
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
How about I muddy the waters and post a link to my other web location. Historical reproductions and good for Steampunk items. I don't do custom work but do take suggestions. Go to the web site, look around, it is poorly organized just like me. Some non fiction articles hidden around if you look hard enough. boydmiles.com
Fit For A King
by Boyd Miles
105 words for VisDare
63: Poison
He had spent a full moon cycle on the
planet the residents called “Earth”. Funny how every planet seems
to have the same name just a different word for it.
From talking to the residents he found
what he was searching for, a gift for his king. Not just any ordinary
gift but a living creature. One that all the Earthlings he met had
agreed was the most dangerous creature on the planet.
“Your Majesty”, he proclaimed
before the royal court, “the most dangerous creature known on the
planet called Earth”, as he pulled the drape off a large bottle
marked poison, “an Earth woman.”
Saturday, May 24, 2014
This one is for: http://anonymouslegacy1.wordpress.com/2014/05/21/visdare-62-opportunity/
The Ride
By Boyd Miles
150 words
The Ride
By Boyd Miles
150 words
How much longer? I can't keep this up
but I have to.
“Try to keep her breathing, they
think they can shut it off safely. Just try to keep going.”
Yeah right, easy for the fireman to
say he is on the ground not swinging back and forth trying to keep
some woman alive. Lucky me to end up in a cart with a woman that was
going to die of fright or something.
It had started off just fine, she was
laughing I was laughing then we saw a gear go rolling across the
pavement. Then the kid operating the ride ran off and alarm bells
began to ring. She quit breathing and I had to be the hero.
“We are going to start slowing the
ride, just hold on.”
The cart stopped and the firemen
rushed on. I walked away. Should have gotten her number before the
ride.
Friday, May 23, 2014
The Anchor
By Boyd Miles
The Sun dimmed above him as he sank.
Dan O'Seay had finally found just what it would take to get the
level headed Captain Manz to turn murderous.
Sinking fast tied to the ship's anchor
Dan knew that he couldn't hold his breath long enough to make it back
up even if the Captain changed his mind. He wondered, watching the
sun dim through the bubbles of his last exhale if he would be around
to feel the jerk when the chain ran out.
The sun, or Dan went dark.
Thursday, May 22, 2014
This one got posted on http://www.officemango.com/2014/05/horror-bite-challenge-5/
It is awaiting approval there so read it here first:
It is awaiting approval there so read it here first:
The Moth
by Boyd Miles
about 680 words
The moth landed on her eye. She
didn't blink, she would never blink again. He watched in fascination
as it walked about and occasionally shook its wings. How long he
watched he didn't know. Time seemed to have stopped. It was dark but
not dark enough to keep him from seeing the moth walk around on her
unseeing eye.
It had been a spur of the moment
decision, the trip. Just a quick run over to the Highlands of
Virginia to buy some maple syrup candy. A silly excuse but it was all
they needed. A drive through the mountains looking at the scenery and
if they found a place that sold the candy all the better but if not
it didn't matter. They had lunch at a dive and joked about how it
would probably kill them from food poisoning. It didn't.
They came around a curve with the
lowering sun nearly binding them with its glare. A truck was stopped
in the road. He hit the brakes and skidded in the curve. Over steered
and went over the bank, crashing through the brush and rocks. He
thought first of the car, how were they going to get home with a
wrecked car? As they went further he began to fear for his wife and
himself, the brush and rocks didn't slow him as much as the sheer
drop sped their decent. They hit a rock hard enough to set off the
airbags but not big enough to stop them and now they continued on
blind.
The car began to roll and he lost
consciousness.
He came to hanging upside down with
the steering wheel pinning him in place. He didn't feel any pain and
was too pinned to move much of anything. He looked to his wife and
just knew without touching her that she was dead. There was nothing
there of her, just a shell of the woman he loved.
A moth landed on her eye and she
didn't blink.
It was getting darker. He didn't know
if he was passing out or it was really getting darker but it had been
late in the day when he went off the road. There was a noise outside
and small rocks and dirt slid down the mountainside. The rocks
pinging against the car. He could turn his head a bit, not much but
he could see the rear view mirror. In the mirror boots, then legs
appeared. Two men were scrambling down the new path made by his
crashing car. He felt relief, followed instantly by remorse. He was
going to be rescued but nothing could save her. It was too late for
her. No, he would get to live on with the guilt. He would ask himself
why had he driven here, why had he been going too fast, why wasn't he
paying more attention to the road. Questions he knew he would be
asking the rest of his life.
The two men arrived. He called out to
them but they didn't respond. They went around to the other side of
the car and with what looked to be a great effort tore the passenger
door open. It was too dark to see and now there was blood running
into his right eye. He couldn't see them but could tell they undid or
cut her seat belt. They grabbed her roughly and the moth flew off her
eye and flitted around the car. They pulled her out and off beyond
his field of vision. He guessed they were checking her for any signs
of life and then would come get him out.
More rocks and dirt rained down and he
could see in the mirror as they drug her up the hill by her legs. It
was getting darker and he couldn't move his head enough to watch but
for a moment before they were gone.
As night came on the temperature
dropped. The moth landed on his lips and he couldn't brush it off. It
walked around tickling his lips. Almost like a kiss goodnight.
post removed for submission to: http://jamesanthologies.com/
They are looking for 50 stories for a charity project.
They are looking for 50 stories for a charity project.
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