The Usurper – Trifextra Week 84

This weekend, the Trifecta team’s Trifextra challenge asks us to write 33 words including Tether, Loft and Crown in the tales tht we weave.

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Here’s my little tale below. Enjoy!

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– The Usurper –

The tether encircling my neck is delicate yet iron-strong.

I am secluded in my loft – it is my haven.

Nobody comes

– except my master, adorned with his crown.

All power is mine.

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Violated – VisDare 36

Here’s my latest offering for Anonymous Legacy‘s photo-inspired prompt, VisDare. This week’s prompt word is ‘Implore’. The rules are simple:

150 words – or less.

Post entry to your blog and “link in”.

(Please – no erotica or graphic violence.)

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The photo is below, and my piece follows. It’s somewhat of a continuation from two previous VisDare entries, here (33) and here (34) Let me know what you think, and give it a go yourself, why not?

– Violated – 

She was chewing on her bottom lip again. I felt a thrill as her impurities – bitten-down fingernails, a bruise yellowing on roughened knuckles – unfurled before me. She was like a rose, blowsy with over-exposure to the sun.

She had a story. She was real.

“But what is it, Mr Riordan? What does it represent?”

“You tell me.”

She studied the photograph, peering closer, her breath misting the paper’s sheen.

I waited.

“It’s a portrayal of loss, of longing, of disappointment, of betrayal, of hopes dashed and destroyed. It’s about possessing someone until you can’t see them any more.”

Her cheeks flushed. She had stripped herself bare with the words as they poured from her mouth.

“So many invisible people,” she whispered.

I dragged a forefinger over her cheekbone, watched the skin pale under the pressure. Her pupils dilated, inky.

I had to have her.

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The Small Things – Friday Fictioneers

Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!

– The Small Things –

“They are important to you?”

He was very young, barely a man.

I surmised that he had no recollection of what had gone before; few of us remained these days.

I scratched my neck, meditatively at first, then realised that I was worrying at another flea-bite. The damned things had returned.

“Well, yes. They remind me of a special person in my life.”

Fear ghosted his face, a fleeting spectre marring his innocence.

“One item reminds you of one person? You have lost that many?”

I nodded, silent.

His mask of youth slipped.

He knew. Somehow, he knew.

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