I love flash fiction. So, naturally, I giggled with glee when Sara C. Snider nominated me for the Freestyle Writing Challenge.
Sara's prompt : On top of a lonely hill is a lonely house. What's happening there?
My story is below.
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Except for the voices in his head. They kept him plenty company.
As he was preparing his meal of wheat grass and nuts, he heard a knocking at the door of the old house he was inhabiting. No one answered, naturally, since there was no one living there. The knock grew louder and Herman found himself trembling under his matchbox bed. He blew out the tiny candle on his thumbnail nightstand and covered his ears.
"They're coming to get you, Herman." The female voice in his head said.
The pounding stopped and the door creaked open. A light scent of chemicals traveled across the room with the breeze. Slow footsteps drowned out the rain slamming against the windows. He could still hear the thunder.
"You've got to get out of here, Herman!" The female voice said. "You have to get out of this house!"
"B-b-b-but, the outside world is dangerous. I will die." Herman shivered as he covered his head with his blue night shirt.
"You will die here tonight too, if you don't run," she said. "Run, Herman. Get out of here. Get out of here now! Run Herman! Run!"
As she repeated those words, Herman scrambled to his feet and dashed out the burrowed corridor that lead to the backyard. He's never gone out of the house before, but he trusted his voices. They told him things, truths, and kept him safe all these years. He believed his voices knew more than he did, and so he listened to their advice.
He ran through the tunnel for what seemed like hours, and soon he was outside standing on a grassy field under the brilliant morning sun.
"There," said the female voice as Herman wiped dirt and grease from his blue night shirt. "Now, you will live."
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That's 346 words in 15 minutes. I wish I had time to give the schitzo voice more character, and decide whether the act of liberation was bravery or suicide. But alas... the rules.
Speaking of the rules, they are as follows:
I'll admit that I looked at Sara's prompt when she nominated me, so I had some time to think about what I would write. But, when I hit the timer, I drew a blank. My story didn't work. I wasted the first 2 minutes staring at a blank doc. So, I started with a name and it just went from there.
Sometimes, these things just work out in the weirdest of ways. :-1
My prompt is : Your pet of many years suddenly speaks human. What does it say?