“So I’m trapped on this island until human-kind forgets about me?” cried Meria. “I’ve been here for fifty years. Surely they can’t still remember me.”
“They’d almost forgotten,” said Lucy. “But your mother, who you murdered for just £12, was a good friend of mine. About the only human, I ever loved. So imagine my delight when I sold my story to a film studio a few weeks back.”
Meria let out a howl as Lucy’s body turned to smoke. As the wind picked up and lifted her off the island, she noted, “I hear there’s going to be a book too.”
The show at Theatre Spectaculation ensued with murder, blood and gore. The actors bowed and then sat down into chairs that had been placed behind them.
The stage and the actors were thrown into seizures as the electricity coursed through their bodies. After three minutes of the Friday night fry, smoke emanated from their lifeless bodies. The director, Thomas the Tintalator emerged and snarled, “a little pain for a little production, a little death for the day and the ultimate show is created.”
Story by Lady Black of Hope, Truth and Light. She’s been writing poetry since she was 15. Lady moved onto music, scriptwriting and now fiction. She’s not stopping there, with a t-shirt company, singing career and rock band in the works. Check out her blog at mentalhealthrecovery.home.blog
“Dammit,” she grumbled as the screen of the tablet turned off.
Etta fumbled around in the kitchen drawer for a charger cable. She yanked the microwaves plug out of the wall and plugged in her tablet. She peered at her reflection in the screen waiting for the tablets power button LED to turn green.
“Hurry up and turn me on,” said her reflection. “We miss you already.”
This weeks art is by Liz of SeeLizBlogWithFriends. For some srsly spookems (and non-spookems) art, check out her site. With pics like Warped Sun, you can see why she’s right up my street.