Storytelling

#102 – Dusk

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josh-rose

Four propellers cut through the air – interminable and unending as the aircraft chased the setting sun.  

Birds flew close to the white beast as it whistled above the cliff.  It had done so countless times.  Lights blinked and cameras focused, mapping and fixing its target: the endless dusk, high above the world.

No human eyes watched.  No hands guided the craft.  Silently the lone sentinel flew on, solar panels reflecting the endless sun.

Below, a city drifted by – skeletal: blackened long ago.  Carrion for the winds.

The drone requested information.

No reply came.

No reply ever came.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Josh Rose via Unsplash.

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#96 – Inform

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reza-shayestehpour

The rain consumed the air – dense and cold, and soaking to the skin.  Jacob’s sweater was already heavy with water,… but it was not the reason he was shivering.

He couldn’t be sure.  There was no way to be sure.  But it didn’t matter if it was true or not: it was information and information was what they wanted.

A breath of steam floated over his shoulder as the man by the wall turned to speak.

“You have served your country well, comrade.”

Without another word he was alone with the new bag.

Inside was the doll his daughter always wanted.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Reza Shayestehpour via Unsplash.

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#95- Please

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joe-desousa

She was looking at me.

I couldn’t place the look.  It was sadness and,… desperation.  Her green eyes seemed lost.

I stepped closer without realising, my instinct taking over.  I didn’t breathe again until I felt her hand on my chest.  She was trembling.

“Please.”

She drew back and opened the phone booth door, stepping inside and turning, her hands pressing white against the glass.  I didn’t understand.  Not until I saw the photograph crushed in her palm.

The picture showed a booth identical to this, steamed from within – a wet hand print on the glass.

She lifted her skirt.

(c) Tim Austin 2016. Image by Joe deSousa via Unsplash.

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#92 – Enslavement

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miguel-a-ramirez

“Hey man, do I need to be wearing these?!”

Michael rose his arms to display thin plastic strips digging into his wrists.

“Pipe down, Jones.  You got a time out and you take it – or do you want to go back to your cell?”

Michael Jones blew in frustration, dropping his hands to his lap and thudding the back of his head to the wall.  Through the thick glass of the door he watched as orange-clad men fed metal strips into presses, their heads bent low.

The lines were long: the penance unending.

“No Sir,” Michael sighed.  “I do not.”

(c) Tim Austin.  Image by Miguel A Ramirez via Unsplash.

Not being political, not being political, not being political,………

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#90 – Corner

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pascal-richier

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.

Well I hope you all had a lovely Halloween!  

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#89 – Euphoria

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melissa-askew

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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#87 – Fragile

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Jake Campbell

Ben needed the woman beside him to shut up.

“Jimmy is such a good kid!  He was first in his class at math for the whole of last year.”

A picture of a teenage boy dropped onto his lap.

“I don’t think,…”

His words dried in his mouth.  The boy in the picture looked so happy.  The Boy looked so peaceful.

“Ben Sharpe?”

The secretary was calling for him.

“Doctor Simpson will see you now.”

Ben looked at Jimmy’s Mother.  She hadn’t stopped crying for 20 minutes.  Ben passed the tattered photograph back to her and retrieved his antidepressants.

“Good luck”.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Jake Campbell via Unsplash.

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