#BlogBattle ~ Innocent

Read. Inspire. #BlogBattle

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Excerpt from CrossFire, by Jaye Marie

Ann Taylor had made a remarkable effort with her appearance. Her hair was clean and brushed, her clothes also clean and in good condition. Nothing she could do about her nerves though, her hands clutched at the sleeves of her cardigan and her face was as pale as death. She came across as a weak, ineffective woman. Not someone you would ever suspect of harming a child. But Ruth knew only too well that appearances could be misleading and this woman was not as innocent as she made out.

Ruth thought back to her time in prison and all the different women she had shared her existence with. You would think all criminals would look the same, whether they were male or female. She had learned the hard way not to make any assumptions when dealing with them. Some of the hardest and roughest women were the ones who ever showed her any kindness at all. Women like Ann Taylor were usually the worst and best avoided.

‘Do you know why we have brought you here today, Ann?’

Ruth thought she would ease her way in, rather than accuse her straight off, for triggering any hostility wouldn’t get them anywhere.

The woman stared at Ruth, her pale, colourless eyes searching for clues. ‘Nah… but I ‘spect you’ll get to it pretty quick…’

Ruth indicated a brown paper bag on the table beside her. ‘We found a pair of work boots at your house, Ann. According to your husband, they’re not his. Are they yours?’

Ann Taylor glared at Ruth. She seemed to be enjoying the interview, her arrogance showing through the previous nervousness. ‘Dunno, can’t see them can I?’

Ruth undid the bag and placed the dirty boots on the table. Most of the mud had dried and fallen off, but still didn’t seem like the kind of boot a woman would wear. ‘Are these your boots, Ann?’

Without looking at the boots, she shook her head. ‘Nah, I don’t think so.’

Ruth looked at Snow, but not for confirmation. She wondered why he was choosing to stay silent. What was the point of sitting in if he wasn’t going to contribute? Not that she cared, one way or the other. She had only looked at him to signify inclusion.

She looked back at the woman. ‘Are you quite sure, Ann?’

The woman shrugged her shoulders and refused to speak.

‘For the benefit of the tape, Ann Taylor has refused to answer.’

Ruth decided to read out the coroner’s report, detailing every bruise and damage to the child’s body. When she read the part about the boot imprint on the child’s back, she slid the photograph across the table in front of the mother.

‘Did you do this, Ann?’

When the woman didn’t answer, Ruth decided it was time to play the ace card, and she looked forward to it. This cold-hearted bitch of a woman was about to be arrested, but not before Ruth had enjoyed herself. ‘Are you aware that the person who wore these boots would have left significant DNA inside them?’

Ruth paused, watching as the realisation sunk in.  ‘And are you also aware that we have tested your DNA and it has been proved that you are the owner of these boots?’

The fear and shame were beginning to show on the woman’s face, and Ruth watched, wondering what she would do now. She didn’t have to wait long to find out.

Ann Taylor’s face seemed to implode, as the terror of being found out took effect.  ‘I swear I don’t remember that part… I know I were angry, but when she fell over and banged her head, I thought she was dead…’

‘So what did you do then, Ann?’ Ruth knew what had happened next, but not which one of them had done it.  ‘Were you aware that Amy was still alive when you dropped her into the canal?’

The horror was all-encompassing, as the woman realised the enormity of what she had done. She looked around the room, just once, before she started screaming…

©jayemarie

 

#BlogBattle: Harp #Poetry

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November 2019 Blog Battle

Our word this month is:

HARP

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, and we’ll 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!

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From the Heart

I was waiting for mum to tuck me in, tell me my bedtime story

She never read from a book, at times I wondered if she could read

The best stories come from the heart she said

Tonight, I want to tell you about the sacred willow tree

The fey folk make their harps when the moon is full

The goddess making sure that enchantment graces the strings

Building a mystic bridge between heaven and earth.

One night, when the full moon hid behind dark clouds

the chief harp maker discovered his golden harp had been stolen

This harp was never designed to be played by human hand

Should they be foolish enough to play the magic strings of the twilight harp

Like that moment between dark and light

They will find their souls struggling to stay in their own world

So, be careful when buying a second-hand harp

The music you play may be too painful for heart and soul to hear

You may find yourself in the land of the fey…

©anitadawes

#BlogBattle: Clone

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October 2019 Blog Battle

Our word this month is:

CLONE

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, and we’ll 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.

                                                                  #BlogBattle: Clone

 

All from a Single Cell

Things I dislike about being a twin

I wonder if our egg split in the right manner

I’m right-handed, she’s left. Yes, I call her she

We have odd eyes, one blue one brown

She is like a ghost I cannot shake.

When I look in the mirror

I know I am looking at the exact copy of her

Two for the price of one

A cheap way of getting a twinset

I’m sorry if I have offended anyone

Be honest, how many of you

would like having a shadow

Follow you even when she’s not there, she is

Whenever I pass a shop window

See my reflection, I see her

If you put the two halves of us together

You would make a perfect whole

I guess that’s why a certain person in history

Had the likes of us studied, if you can call it that.

Glad I wasn’t born then

I’m sure that not all twins are like me

There must be a few who like having a spare self

Someone who knows your thoughts

Finishes your sentences

Likes everything the same, not me.

I want to be single, separate from her

That I know will never happen

Unless I do something about it

There have been times when

I could have let her step into traffic

She doesn’t always look before stepping out

I must pull her back and spend

the rest of the day asking myself why.

The older I get, the darker my thoughts

Yet somehow my hand always manages

to save her, keep her close by

A subconscious bond I cannot break

I guess I am stuck with my eternal shadow

Myself…

©anitadawes

#BlogBattle: Shield

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#BlogBattle is a weekly short story/flash fiction challenge using a single word for inspiration.

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One small boy, a busy road

His father runs,

throwing himself in front of his son

This is the great shield

Greater than Knights of old,

or Templars bold.

There are many ways

to shield that which is precious

Can there be one greater

Than to lay down your life for another?

I think not…

©Anita Dawes

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#BlogBattle: Intercept

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August 2019 Blog Battle

Our word this month is:

INTERCEPT

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, and we’ll 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!

 

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Intercept

Against the dark blackness of space, stars collide

Violent collisions occur throughout the universe

Is it by design, or did some strange force intercept their original pathway?

A work in progress, rather than a blueprint to work from

Constantly changing, developing new worlds

There are too many mysteries yet to be answered

Such as why did nothing intercept our development

Why are we the only planet with thinking bodies on it?

There are greater minds than mine,

who could answer the many questions in my head?

Where thought gets interrupted, leaving me to wonder

what would have happened if our original pathway had been intercepted.

Some would say, that everything changes.

I still wonder, are we in the right place, the right frame of mind

Did someone or something intercept my brain waves

before I picked up the pen?

For this is not what I meant to write…

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#BlogBattle ~ Stable #Poetry

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This is it! Blog Battle’s Glorious Return

We’ve all heard how writing is a lonely business. Well, I think we’ve all heard it. And if not, now we have. But in the world of the internet, writing doesn’t have to be nearly so isolated a pursuit!

Blog Battle isn’t your typical writing prompt. At our core, we want to create relationships, build life-long writer friendships, and encourage each other to become better writers than we were yesterday.

Admittedly, this means a little extra work. BUT! It is worth it. People are worth it. The value we gain from connecting with other writers who are on the same journey we are cannot be measured by analytics or the next best thing in social media marketing.

That brings us here, to Blog Battle. When you take up the monthly prompt, write your short fiction, and then share it with us, you are entering into a community. Don’t think of this as a “post and pray someone reads my stuff” writing prompt. That is all well and good (Truly it is. We all want to be read.), but the idea is to go out and read your fellow writers, share their work, share each other’s work, comment, connect, make friends, encourage, help and learn something new along the way.

July 2019 Blog Battle

Our word this month is:

STABLE

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Better than Stable

The doctor is walking towards me

I know what he is going to say

She is stable. It was the same last week

Her mind is hanging on, but where is she?

Lying there with tubes decorating her still body

A strange kind of jewellery I wish she wasn’t wearing

Like an Egyptian mummy with the wrappings taken off

Stable. There should be a better word

I looked it up in the dictionary,

resistant to sudden change

Self-restoring, having no mode of decay,

plus, a lot of stuff about horses.

How am I meant to relay this to my wife?

Who last week found life fun, laughing, dancing?

Singing while hanging out the washing

Before she was spun into a coma by a filthy black car

Stable, is the best they can give me

Reminding me that over two thousand years ago

Jesus Christ was born in a stable

I don’t have a religious bone in my body

Yet I find myself walking to the hospital chapel

I light a candle, asking whoever might hear me

Can you do better than stable?

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#Blog Battle @RachaelRitchey

 

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This is it! Blog Battle’s Glorious Return

We’ve all heard how writing is a lonely business. Well, I think we’ve all heard it. And if not, now we have. But in the world of the internet, writing doesn’t have to be nearly so isolated a pursuit!

Blog Battle isn’t your typical writing prompt. At our core, we want to create relationships, build life-long writer friendships, and encourage each other to become better writers than we were yesterday.

Admittedly, this means a little extra work. BUT! It is worth it. People are worth it. The value we gain from connecting with other writers who are on the same journey we are cannot be measured by analytics or the next best thing in social media marketing.

That brings us here, to Blog Battle. When you take up the monthly prompt, write your short fiction, and then share it with us, you are entering into a community. Don’t think of this as a “post and pray someone reads my stuff” writing prompt. That is all well and good (Truly it is. We all want to be read.), but the idea is to go out and read your fellow writers, share their work, share each other’s work, comment, connect, make friends, encourage, help and learn something new along the way.

So, what d’ ya say? Ready to join the battle against the writing machine? Ready to become part of our legion of writers?

 

Here is our comtribution for this month!

 

Finding Light

When the earth covers the sun,

leaving us with old age magic

As thought so many years ago

Today, I see it as the earth claiming

her full crown rather than a tiara

The Corona, Earth’s full glory

A light so bright we dare not look without protection

Reminding me of the beautiful colours

that surround the pupils of our eyes

A corona of sorts.

Eyes have long fascinated me

Many and varied, some with the most exciting patterns

They say more than the sound of the voice

I listen to both.

My neighbour’s window, first thing in the morning

When the sun hits it, there is a corona of light

A perfect circle reflected on the old flint wall

opposite my living room window

My eye on the world

The Sun plays tricks with the light

Even though Mercury is said to be the trickster

The halo around the head of a saint

Shows me his head is in the way of the light

His personal corona

We all have a light around us

Kirlian photography can show this

As beautiful as any made by Earth or Moon

Yet late at night when the clouds are just right

The amazing coloured halo around the Moon

Is by far the best corona

Search for the light, after all it is magic

The first thing called into being…

AAAAA

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#BlogBattle: Airtight

May 2019 Blog Battle

Our word this month is:

Airtight

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, and we’ll 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!

 

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Airtight

 

A new neighbour moving in is always an interesting event. This time it was a smartly dressed man in his forties.

Within a week, he had alienated half of the neighbours on his side of the street with his constant complaints about the bins not being taken in quickly enough after being emptied.

Thank God I lived opposite. He was a real sweetheart.

Dave, in his seventies, lived next door to him with his Jack Russell terrier. He lost his wife last year, so a few of us take the time to care for Dave. Today, I could see Mr Jenkins, the new neighbour, standing inside Dave’s front garden.  His name was all he allowed anyone to know about him.

Today, having lost his cool, his voice loud enough to hear on my side of the street. ‘If you don’t stop that dog yapping, I will!’

Two days later, Dave was seen putting up posters. His dog, Mickey had gone missing. It didn’t take me two minutes to know who was responsible, after seeing Mr Jenkins digging a new patch in his front garden.

I went to the police station and found out he had been questioned and had an airtight alibi. I asked why they had questioned him, and they said one of our neighbours had reported him bullying his neighbour. I walked home thinking that nothing was airtight. I would find his mistake and put some air into his so- called alibi.

I decided later that night that I would dig up his new patch, so sure I would find Mickey. I was about to turn away from my window when I noticed a young man holding Mickey in his arms. I watched him knock on Dave’s door and saw the joy on his face. His beloved companion was back.

How wrong can one person be?

His alibi was airtight after all…

AAAAA

#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

#BlogBattle: Dusk

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That purple glow of evening where

the light of day holds on with an iron grip

Before dying into twilight

where it is neither day or night.

That moment when the world holds its breath

Where lovers wait to kiss under moonlight

For others, it is the dying of the light

Alone, the night too long.

Wishing, hoping, they will find someone to kiss

To hold through the dark hours.

Dusk, that romantic moment

when you leap without thinking

propose to the wrong girl.

That purple glow like the full moon

can addle the mind.

It also holds great moments of magic

where you feel life was meant for you alone

You could leap tall buildings, tackle

Einstein’s equations, fly like Icarus.

If you fall under the spell of that purple hue

hold on to it…

AAAAA