Do You Even Care? – A Haiku

Listen

stuck in frustration
don’t tell me you understand
shut up and listen

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

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Prisoner – A Flash Fiction

Simply Cute

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Many aspects of him frightened me, but none chilled me as much to the bone as his need for perfection.
Patterns laid perfectly in unison with each other, never one aspect out of place, and the glance in my direction, when something was not up to his standards alone, made me shiver in fear. In a constant state of fright, I lived my life prisoner to his obsession, an obsession I was supposed to be grateful for. If I was not, the bruises on my face would bear witness of the price I would have to pay.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

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Bedtime – A Five Sentence Flash Fiction

Bedtime

Bedtime routines are supposed  promote comfort, peace and set a mood for a relaxing night sleep. At least that is what they teach in school, and I am inclined to believe my teachers. But now, as I am laying in my bed – the thick covers barely manage to hide my shivering – I hear them again, fighting, as they have every night for as long as I can remember. And I know, that in morning, my Mother’s bruised face will bear witness to my father’s rage.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

This post was inspired by this weeks Five Sentence Flash Fiction Prompt: “Bedtime”.

A Lonely, Silent Night

A Lonely, Silent Night - A Flash Fiction

With desperation in her heart, she summoned him without hesitation.
The darkness of the last few weeks had been so overwhelming, that the warnings of the old woman had not found its way into her thoughts, never even considering that who she was calling for, was not the same person he had once been.
It did not matter, anyway. Her life did no longer matter to her, a life without him, more terrifying than any potential entity finding its way into her space.
One more moment, one more glance into his beautiful blue eyes, is all she asked for, and exactly what she received, as he took her life, as quickly as she had taken his before.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

I Begged You – A Flash Fiction Horror Story

 Flash Fiction: I Begged You

I originally posted this little dark story on my previous blog – enjoy!
“I begged you to stay with me.
I pleaded, promised, swore to give you everything you wanted.
I was at my best, not that I am not mostly my best, but I went further in my request for you to stay with me. I did everything I could think of, even some things I could not think of on my own.
On my quest to convince you, I went on the internet, borrowed relationship books from the library, spoke with family and friends.
I took their advice, I applied it.
I worshiped your every step.
I begged you to stay with me.Your response what not what I expected.

But I am sure you did not expect how I would handle it.
I am sure of that, I made sure of that.
You see, I have never allowed you to see what I am capable off, not wanting to scare you and all. Oh, I did scare you a  little before, but just a little. I did let you see me follow you, send you flowers in places you did not think I knew you went to.
That was the fun little scare.
An exiting scare.
Foreplay.

Still, you did not know what I could do to you.
Because you also did not know one of the most important things about me.
No one tells me no.
No one does, not even you.
It does not matter how much you begged me at the end, because I know another secret, that you had to learn the hard way.

If I can’t have you, no one can.”

 

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

The Becoming – A Flash Fiction Fantasy

The Becoming - A Flash Fiction Fantasy

The changes where subtle at first, almost not noticeable, and for a while she thought she was just imaging things. She had always been an imaginative person, so it was easy to come to this conclusion, to pretend the truth away.
The tingling in her left hand should have been an indication, but not enough to make her to make a connection. Of course, she remembered the warning of the old woman,  but who listened to old women anyway? Rarely anyone of her tender age, even less so if that older woman looked as crazy in black as that one had.
She should have listened.
The mumbling of merging and destiny where vague, while the mixture, of fear and awe on that hags eyes were burned into her soul.
She should have listened to the instructions, on how to deal with the increasing stiffness, and how to control the merging,
Strangely, it did not hurt, there was no pain, no discomfort, but a cooling sensation as her left arm, slowly became “something else”.
She smiled, interestingly void of fear, the crystal within her growing, becoming her, merging with her, increasingly becoming One.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

This flash fiction was inspired by Daily Prompt

 

The Woods – A Flash Fiction

A Flash Fiction Story: "The Woods"

“It’s a true story.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Well, it really happened.”
“No, it didn’t you are just making stuff up again, I am going to tell Grandma.”
“Don’t Steve, please don’t she won’t understand!”
“That you made up another one of those crazy stories about the woods behind the field? Come on, I knew you where lying.”
“I am not lying. She, she, just..”
“She, what? Man, spit it out already!”
“She told me not too go close to woods.”
“Of course not, you’ll just get lost in there. It’s dark, that’s all.”
“That’s not all.”
He laughed, as he turned away from a his little brother and toward the dark, thick rows of ominous trees, the thick shrubs between them, making it impossible to see further then a foot, two, at most.
“I’ll show you, that its only dark.”
“No!”
Stepping further into the thickness, Steve’s eyes widening with surprise, and fear.
“I’ll be damn.”, he whispered, just before cold, and dark hands wrapped themselves around his neck.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014