She Dared To Live by Michael Reyneke

Prompt: She Never Wanted It Anyway | Word Count: 300 | Genre: Fantasy

The wind, the wind is blowing.

Samantha staggers to her grave and collapses. “I must be the only ghost that staggers and collapses.”

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He Won’t Be Back by Michael Reyneke

Prompt: Cut The Strings | Word Count: 1000 | Genre: Mystery

PG Stone pulled open each of his three desk drawers in turn, from top to bottom. He looked at the stuff he had collected during the past six years. Nothing worth taking. He had no idea why he kept this stuff. Stone turned to the cupboard beneath the side leg of the desk and slid open the doors. He removed his baseball cap and placed it on his head taking care not to aggravate the still healing scar that ran across the length of his forehead.

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The 100 mph Club by Michael Reyneke

Prompt: The Club | Word count: 750 | Genre: Humour and Comedy

I put the large, metal 100 mph Club badge on the desk next to my grandfather’s open newspaper. He’d been reading and let the paper fall from his hands when he dozed off. I gave his arm a gentle touch, not to scare him. Still, he woke with a start and mumbled that we shouldn’t believe everything we read.

“Granddad, this badge, is it yours?” I asked. He jerked upright, wiped a hand across his eyes and picked up the badge.

“Where did you find this, Allan?”

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Scrapyard Sunset by Michael Reyneke

Prompt: Coming undone | Wordcount: 1200 | Genre: Murder Mystery

Gavin Beck adjusted the focus and settings on his tripod mounted camera. Satisfied, he took three photographs of the full moon. He’d done this every half hour from sunset for the last nine hours. He was building a moon rotation for his grandson.

“Damn, it’s cold out here,” he muttered to himself. He unscrewed the camera from the tripod and headed across the darkened garden to the back door.
He got the feeling someone or something watched him. The hairs on the back of his neck and arms bristled. Once or twice since sunset, he felt this sensation. This time it felt violent.

He switched the camera on and changed the setting to automatic with a flash. Beck swung round and took a picture. Or, rather, tried to take a picture. He forgot the delay in the flash, the focus, and the shutter.

In the light of the flash, he saw nothing.

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A Vertical Endeavour by Michael Reyneke

Prompt: Going Home | Word count: 500 | Genre: Adventure

The time was eleven-thirty. We did well on the steep hike up 1540 metres above the hotel. The summit of Cathedral Peak is at 3005 metres. The air is thin and clear, and everyone photographed the wonderful scenery.

“Right guys,” Jerry, our guide, announced after a while. “Before the weather flows in, we’re going home.” Good-humoured groans came from the group. Jerry grinned and made sure we all had our belongings.

Scrambling backwards over the edge was damn frightening. As I stood waiting, I noticed a few shocked expressions as they looked at the sheer drop. Stephen, a middle-aged ex-squash player, could not go over. Jerry reassured him and told him to take his time.

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Dive-bombing Bridge R104452 by Michael Reyneke

Prompt: A White Lie | Word Count: 2500 | Genre: War & Military Adventure

Lieutenant Paul Gosling eyed the stacked bombs on the apron on his way to the early morning briefing. His watch showed 04:50, the date 11th July 1944. Apprehension filled him, tightening his gut and almost choking him. Would the squadron find out about his vague report after the dive-bombing training?

In the briefing hall, he took a seat at the back next to the isle where he could stretch his legs. The assembled pilots sat chatting in mumbled voices. No one was sure of the reason for this early morning briefing. They were soon to find out.

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Silas and Toad by Michael Reyneke

Prompt: A New Life | Word Count: 1000 | Genre: Children’s Fantasy

“Mother, what will we play today?” moped five-year-old Silas.

“Today is not a play day, dear boy. I’ve too much unpacking to do, and so do you.”

“But I’ve unpacked and packed my boxed stuff away, so now I can play.”

“Silas, don’t be such a bore, there’s so much new to explore. Look, a new garden with a trimmed green lawn and winding path down to the stream in the woods. Investigate all that, you should.”

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A Near Disaster by Michael Reyneke

Prompt: Conversation with my spouse | Word Count: 1200 | Genre: Suspense

“Rita, the alarm is going off,” I moaned, jumping out of bed. I staggered to the control panel by the bedroom door.

“Oh, not again,” she mumbled and turned over to continue sleeping. “It is that cat again.”

“Yes, the movement is in the TV room. That is the fifth time this week.”

“Did you close the windows before coming to bed?” Rita asked.

“I went to bed to read before you. Don’t you remember?”

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The Killer List by Michael Reyneke

Prompt: The List | Word Count: 1500 | Genre: Murder Mystery

PG Stone knew he was out of danger now. He lay back on the crisp white pillows and relaxed. The transfer from ICU via X-rays to a private ward depleted the little energy he had. A gangling nurse with cold grey eyes and large hands fussed about with his pillows. Making sure his shoulder was comfortable. Those eyes he’d seen before somewhere.

A stern looking sister adjusted the drips hanging from the portable stand. When satisfied, she shushed the nurse from the ward. Then moved to the bottom of the bed and picked up the clipboard with his chart.

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