Invincible – A Daily Prompt Post

Today, Daily Prompt asked us this question:

At what age did you realize you were not immortal? How did you react to that discovery?

One of the aspects of being the victim of childhood abuse is, that you never have the luxury of thinking that you are invincible or immortal. You know very early on, that there are people more powerful than you, and they can do just about anything they want to with you. Fear becomes your constant companion, and if you are lucky, like I was, your vivid imagination becomes your best friend.
I am grateful for that, grateful that even life was too terrifying, too filled with potential landmines that could set him off, I developed my own stories, my own little life that no one could take away from me, no one but me knew about. A place where there are people who help one another, whom rescue those trapped by fear, and helped them overcome that which seemed too hard to lift on their own.
Aware of my vulnerability, I found immortality and invincibility in my stories.

A New Life – A Five Sentence Flash Fiction

A New Life

The headache caused some confusion, a migraine more powerful than what she had ever experienced before.
Nausea added to the discomfort, but despite all of this, all of the pain off the last few days, there was more joy in her eyes, than she had ever shown before, her heart overflowing with love.
What did it matter, what came before, when the most beautiful creature laid beside her, waddled in a soft blue blanket, eyes closed, dreaming of things to come.
Giving one last glance at her newborn, her heart sorring with so much love, that it almost hurt, Liza smiled.
Grateful, she closed her eyes as well, falling into a deep, well deserved sleep.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

This post was inspired by a prompt from Lillie McFerrin’s “Five Sentence Fiction” blog. Every week or so, Lillie posts a word that serves as a prompt and has to be used in the story. That particular weeks word was “Confusion”.

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