#BlogBattle: Shift

April 2019 Blog Battle

Rachael’s word this month is:

Shift

You can start writing at any time, but make sure you post your story by the 30th of the month to have your story shared here and on social media.

Once you’ve posted your story to your blog, put a link to it in the comments section, HERE and Rachael will add your story to the Battle Stories Line-up post.

Make sure to check back and read some of the stories of your fellow battlers. Leave comments to encourage these writers, and share each other’s stories!

Basic Rules:

The Prompt Word will be given the First Tuesday of Every Month.

Post your story by the 30th of the Same Month.

RULES

  1. 1000 words max (give or take a few)
  2. fictional tale (or true if you really want)
  3. Any genre that fits within PG-13 (or less) Content – let’s keep this family friendly!
  4. Your story must contain the randomly chosen word(s) and/or be centered around the word meaning in a way that shows it is clearly related.
  5. Go for the entertainment value!
  6. Put a link back to your #BlogBattle Short Story in the comments section
  7. Please tweet and otherwise share your battler buddies’ stories across social media.
    1. Use the hashtag #BlogBattle when tweeting all the stories so we can cross-share.
  8. Have fun!
Any photos included with the prompt are only for your benefit as a pinch of inspiration. They don’t need to dictate your theme or story genre. Only the Word of the Month counts! Photos are thanks to various photographers from Unsplash.com

 

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Our Entry for this months #BlogBattle

 

Shift

I am stuck, pinned to my bed.

I cannot move, cannot wake from the nightmare

The shift between time zones

Lifetimes I know myself with changing faces

I have travelled through the First World War

Been shot at. Caught in the tide of my ever-changing world

I watch the change in fashion

New technology, old newsreels play out

The king dies a new queen is crowned

I watch the nightmare killings of Jack the Ripper

The smell of blood lingers, the metal taste stuck to my lips

Is there no sunshine in this nightmare?

I have seen the dark face of a world gone by

Travelled through the ancient world

They too have horrors. Their wars, starving people on their streets

Have we managed to change so little?

To die now would leave me stuck

in one of these worlds, I was never meant to visit

Where is my wife, my children to wake me?

Jumping on the bed. Breakfast dad,

Get up, the morning eulogy

God, please let them wake me in my own world

Let the time be seven thirty, the year 2019

May all yesterdays remain where they belong

I hear their feet running and feel the shift as they jump on the bed

My eyes open, I am safe, back in my own world…

AAAAA

10 thoughts on “#BlogBattle: Shift

  1. Very well done. Amazing coincidence, or not, my lead character gets caught in a nightmare too, one in which he sees into the future, as yours sees into the past. Exciting!

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  2. “Go then, there are other worlds than these.” Jake Chambers, The Dark Tower.

    Synergy here ladies! Sleep opens doors and waking in the wrong one leaves many things wrong. It also reminds me of Metallica’s “One” video. My own writing features many words too. Love this and, if I may say, I think your word craft is improving in leaps and bounds with these prompts!

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  4. Wow! What an interesting piece! It has a fantastical feel, since the main character appears to have young children, and therefore couldn’t be reliving his own memories. But it carries a weight to it, too. My grandmother turned 100 years old a couple of weeks ago and, while she is still in good health (all things considered) and mentally sharp, the weight of all of those years/eras she’s lived through has become more and more prevalent in the last decade. As much as she has loved to be here to see her great grandchildren born, she no longer feels like she belongs to this world. Technology makes the world change so quickly, now, that I imagine the longer we live the more we will feel displaced as we age. So this piece has a prophetic feel to it, as well. Nicely done.

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