Coming Undone by David Macfie

Prompt: Coming Undone | Word count: 1200 | Genre: Crime thriller

“I think it’s time we made some money,” declared Pete to his long-time partner in crime.

“I’ll drink to that,” replied Mikey, in a slurred voice.

“We need a plan,” said Pete, stating the obvious because his partner wasn’t capable of rational thought at that moment.

“Sure we do,” opined Mikey, screwing up his eyes so he could focus. “But tomorrow, OK?”

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A Dragon’s promise by Vic Ribeiro

Prompt: Coming Undone | Word count: 1199/1200 | Genre: Dark fantasy
Warning: Violence, don’t read if you are squeamish. The location is linked 


The two laughing children jogged along Winnats Pass. They looked forward to getting home at Castleton. The sun was close to setting and they picked up the pace. Suddenly the earth shuddered and they heard thunder to their right, it came from the side of the hill. The girl stumbled and her brother grabbed her arm to save her from falling. Gaping cracks from the hill streaked towards the two, and they sprinted for all their worth. They narrowly missed the ever expanding rifts.

The earth heaved and convulsed, like someone shaking a heavy blanket. Large reptilian claws broke through the crack in the hill. A dark snout protruded from the growing fissure. In an explosion of dirt and dust the dragon emerged. The the sun shone dimly through the dust. When the breeze swept the initial dust aside, the huge creature was clearly visible, its scales shimmered in the failing sunlight, like dark granite. It reared on its hind legs and spread its wings to shake off the remaining dirt that covered it. The dragon looked about, then an ear splitting roar erupted from its throat. It noticed the village of Castleton to the east, its large amber eyes brightened, it was feeling peckish.

***
Dancing flames reflected in the giant reptilian eyes. It was content as it looked at the ruin before it, the smell of scorched flesh and burning debris strong in the air. The village of Castleton was no more. Its tongue flicked out, it registered a different smell. Fear.

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But for Duty, Madness Wins – by Daniel O Casey

Prompt : Coming Undone | Word count : 1200 | Genre : Mil-Sci-Fi

Kelton shifted uneasily in the fighter’s cramped cockpit, the targeting reticle firmly on the fleeing Tessera’s ass. He was going to take this one or die trying. Cap’s killer wasn’t going to leave this damned battle.

“Blue Seven, your out of position. Return to formation.”

Kelton sent back a confirmation and hit the throttle.

“Dammit Kelton! Get your ass back into formation, Jackie needs his wingman!”

Only barely able to make sense of what he was hearing through his adrenaline fueled high, Kelton flipped the radio off, knowing full well that he would pay for it later.

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Table by Brittany Meyer

Prompt: Coming Undone | Word Count: 1200 | Genre: Fiction

Warning: Drugs

He was alone, but he was not lonely. The darkness surrounded him, stretching infinitely in all directions. He floated, arms extended, feet turned out, long hair fanned behind him, undulating softly as he breathed.

A thought floated across his idle mind, an image of a table, round and worn smooth by years of hands passing over it, and he could see it. He wanted to be standing next to it, and he was, in the space between blinks. Voices garbled in the back of his mind, tickling him with memory. He focused, his brow knitting together, and pulled them into focus. Yes. There it was. The table was… from a childhood Christmas. It was covered in garland and homecooked mashed potatoes that he had spent all day peeling with his father, and though his hands were raw from the hot water and cut from the peeler, he didn’t care.

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When Wishes Come True by Joyce Finny

Prompt: Coming Undone | Word count: 1200 words | Genre: Fantasy (?)

Day 1
It’s so nice and warm. And cosy.

Hmmm… I’ll sleep for a while more (smiles… then frowns). Am I not already sleeping? Argh… too much thought… must sleeeepppp…

 

Day 2
It’s so nice and warm. And cosy.

(Pauses) Hey! I just had a déjà vu! Wow! (snores)

 

Day 3
It’s so nice and warm. And cosy.

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The Devil Inside by Moira le Roux

Prompt: Coming Undone | Word count: 1200 | Genre: Adult Fiction

Warning: Discusses paedophilia

“I am afraid you are going to have to leave the winery,” Brother Gregory barked at Brother Christian. “I can’t have subordinates undermining my authority at every turn. I have been in charge for only a few months, and you have made it impossible for me. I have spoken to Brother Dominic and he is needing a schoolmaster at the junior school. You start tomorrow.”

Brother Christian cringed. He had a demon in him, unknown to anybody. He had not even dared to whisper its existence – even in the church confessional. He had been safe, since his arrival at the monastery, overseeing the winery, with the big, hairy men that came in from the vineyards. But school boys were a different story. His demon caused him to long for young, beautiful boys. He could not risk temptation. He would have to ignore his pride, and beg this man who held his fate in his hands.

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Jail Break by Hazel Campbell

Prompt: Coming undone | Wordcount: 1200 | Genre: romance (sort of)

“You stopped down the road,” she began as soon as he entered the room. “Who was in the car? Who were you letting off? It’s Sheila? Isn’t it?’

“There’s nothing going on between me and Sheila,” Tyson said in a weary voice. “I just gave her a lift from the bus stop.”

She seemed to spend all her time imagining him cheating with different women. He hadn’t looked at another woman since they had been together, but he was fedup with her insecurity; her rants, questions, spying. He glared at her accusing face and the bubble of frustration swelling over the months of their relationship suddenly burst.

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The House by Olga Everaert

Prompt: Coming Undone | Word Count: 1200 | Genre: Fiction

Rain is coming down hard and fast. The lone pedestrian dives deeper inside the trench coat. With collar turned up and hat pulled down deep over forehead; face, all but obscured; hands, clenched into fists ––– not to be seen; hidden, inside deep pockets.
The shivering light of the street lantern casts yellow splotches on the inky black asphalt. Lengthy strides betray an impatience to get out of this deluge and home fast.
A car passes by, throwing up waves of pooled water from the ditch, dousing the already soaked coat even more.

The house is in darkness and silent as if holding its breath. Trench coat for just a moment, sags against the door ––– fighting off a momentary weakness; waves of desolation wanting to overtake and swallow up bits of enthusiasm that remain.

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Pearls by Cheryl Rush Cowperthwait

Prompt: Coming Undone | Word Count: 1206 | Genre: Drama

She sat at the table for a very long time, looking down at her blurred reflection in the highly polished wooden table. The table they had bought together at the Anique Bizarre. When was that? Oh yes, fifteen years ago. A sigh escaped her lips.

Slowly she reached behind her neck to unclasp the pearl necklace. She placed it upon the table, her fingers rolling the pearls as she gazed out of the window to the back garden. The garden still bloomed profusely and she wondered how that could be? Didn’t they know the world had gone black? Featureless, colorless, suffincatingly black?

Her fingers pulled at the strand of pearls until the clasp was torn away. She watched as the pearls came undone and rolled free from its’ noose. Twenty nine pearls. A mere three months short of thirty pearls, a pearl for each year of marriage. There would be no more such pearls, no more celebrations, no more anniversaries. That all ended when he said, “I don’t love you anymore”.

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Doing it for science by Michael James

Prompt: Coming Undone | Word count: 1200 | Genre: Short Story

PG 13 [L|V]

I don’t like the diary format with all its narcissism, and me, myself and I. It always felt lazy to me. I enjoyed The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole when I was younger, because we shared the same age. I’ve always felt writing in the third person is nobler somehow. But a few days ago the world turned to shit, and this journal seems like a good way to keep me sane. So here I am, doing what I hate, and finding it harder than I thought. So don’t read this critically, because I’m no expert.

12 July 2017

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