Coming Of Age

#90 – Corner

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The tyres weren’t going to take it.  James could already feel the grip yielding against the tarmac.  He could see them in his mind – the rubber twisting and giving way.

“Don’t be afraid to brake.”

He whispered the phrase over and over, patting the break line  as he stared down the opening straight.  The first turn was taunting him: daring him.  Take it right and the race was his.

James gripped the wheel as the crowd hushed.  The timer on the board reset.

He patted the plywood of the soapbox racer and his Dad got ready to push,….

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Pascal Richier via Unsplash.

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#89 – Euphoria

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Blinding green light pulsed through heavy black air, fixing faces like photographs – caught in their euphoria.  Jermain Wallace watched arms and mouths melt together in sexual abandon – tiny slivers of lust matched to music.

The bass trembled in his chest and rode through the floor: the pill dissolved on his tongue.  The faces rippled to blackness and he rose his hands high to worship.

The empty Ibiza desert echoed around him as he opened his eyes.

His shirt was blood-stained.  The blood was not his.

Jermain didn’t care.

The bass was all he needed.  The bass was God.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Melissa Askew via Unsplash.

An interesting image to form a story from this – quite wonderful that I didn’t know precisely where it was going to end up!

Great thanks to supernatural romance author extraordinaire Rebecca Pollard for donating the word.  You can find her on twitter @authorRebeccaP.  Say I sent you 🙂

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#86 – Burning

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The flames lapped at the wood and circled in the thinning air.  A large crowd was watching as the fire danced and swelled, entranced by the hypnotic sweep of the blaze.

Music was playing loud and children were dancing.  Cold boxes filled with beer gleamed in the firelight.  The field was full of people talking and laughing together as the last rays of the day sank below the horizon.

The sheriff stepped forward, his hand lifting a microphone to continue his speech.

“Black Lives Matter, they say,…..”  The crowd was laughing.

The children played and watched the white crosses burn.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Thomas Shellberg via Unsplash.

The first image that came to mind with this word was the KKK.  It is a stain on humanity that this group still exists and that any group like this still exists.  But it does and it’s worth remembering that, in these dark times.  Humanity still has a long way to go,….

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#82 – Intense

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Mason Jones

“It’s,……. lovely.”

“Really?!  Do you think so?”

Jemima’s mother was clapping her hands wildly and bouncing on her toes.

On the driveway before them sat a car.  The metal and glass shone proud in the early morning sun.  The fresh-from-the-factory tires lay scuff free on the brick floor.

“A BMW, Mum,…. wow,…”

“It’s all yours!”  Jemima’s mother ran forward and took the teenager’s hand, guiding her towards car.  The goth girl blinked.

“Soooooooo?” God, why was her mother smiling?

“So,….” Jemima saw her black skirt reflected in the paint.

“I didn’t know they made BMWs in Bubble Gum Pink,…”

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Picture by Mason Jones via Unsplash.

Today’s One Word Title was suggested by Angelica Kidd, writer of the “Life of an Aspiring Writer” blog.  On reading the word, a hot pink colour sped into my mind.  That probably says a lot about me but I’ll leave that to my therapist 😉

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#75 – Plunge

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Markus Spiske

Goosebumps were itching on Eddie’s skin as he looked down into the pool 33 feet below.  His head snapped back and he squeezed his eyes tight, a sharp breath hissing between his lips as his toes curled over the edge of the board.

“Okay, that was dumb. Dumb, dumb, dumb!” Eddie whispered.  The crowd below had fallen silent.

The world froze for a heartbeat,…

“Hey, Charlie Brown!  Time to go splat!”

Anger forced Eddie’s eyes open.  People were laughing.  People were always laughing.  All the time.

Everyone except Mrs. Gomez.

The trembling boy raised his arms.

She would be watching.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Promo image by Markus Spiske via Unsplash.

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#65 – Threatened

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Spit was raining over the bald man’s chin, his mouth a snarling mask of fury as he waved his banner high.

Katie watched as the man passed, the police cordon holding she and her brother from creeping closer.  Her wide eyes marvelled at the sight, flinching as the mob screamed their hate.

The bald man caught sight of her brother’s uniform and stopped.

“Iraq?”

Katie’s brother nodded.

Though no more than a twisted joke, Katie watched as the two men raised their fists.

When the condolence letter arrived two weeks later, Katie rose her fist too.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Promo Image by Benjamin Faust via Unsplash.

Continuing the story of Katie, first seen in the tale “Tea” – dedicated to the wonderful Devika Fernando.  Click here for each part of the story so far.

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#53 – Faith

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Jeanie held her arms out to each side.  The balls of her feet balanced against the edge of the stage: her heels hung in the air.

“That’s it, Jeanie: now fall back and the other girls will catch you,” the teacher cooed.

“Well of course they will,” Jeanie thought.

She knew them.  Jeanie knew they’d do exactly as they were told.  Jeanie had dunked the geeky one’s head in the toilet just last week.  The spotty one still had a bust lip.

She closed her eyes and fell backwards.

There was a giggle.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Promo Image by Charlie Foster via Unsplash.

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