Night Terror – 3 Word Wednesday

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You might consider me arrogant. That’s more than fair. Hands up, I confess. But then, a certain amount of arrogance is required if one is aiming for complete and unwavering self-belief.

I am never swayed by the words of others. They are shallow, crude, uneducated people. They subsist on a diet of cheap food, cheaper booze, nicotine and reality TV. Not once do they shift their dull gaze from the ever-present flickering box in the corner of the living room. Not once do they share their hopes, their dreams, their hopes for a better world. I remain unconvinced that they can even  string the words together for long enough. Fake hair, fake eyelashes, fake tan, fake lives.

So, here I stand, figuratively and literally above the whole stinking lot of them. My mind is supple, my thoughts are pure. I have one goal. To ride the world of this corruption. To achieve my destiny.

This is the point of no return.

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Here’s my second entry to Three Word Wednesday!

This week, the words are:

Arrogant

Crude

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Again, I decided to link it up to my Five Sentence Fiction post, which you can read here and my Magpie Tales post, which you can read here. Let me know what you think of my response, and do pop over to the blog to see how others have responded!

Event Horizon – Five Sentence Fiction

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Understanding my purpose, realising my destiny is a bizarre freedom.

I am still accepted into the lives of others every day, day after day.

They see nothing new, because they only see what they want to see.

I pity them, for their world is so narrow.

I pity them.

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Here is my latest entry into the lovely Lillie’s Five Sentence Fiction, where she has provided this gorgeous photo for us as this week’s inspiration. Please do visit here to read, read, read some more! No two pieces will be the same…

Back Story – Magpie Tales

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Daughter dear, you can run, but you can’t hide. You may have killed me, you may have inflicted the ultimate revenge on me for my so-called cold, cold heart.

But you know nothing of my life. You have no idea that I fought tooth and nail to keep you, that I escaped from the unwed mothers’ home that I was sent to. I knew that I would never be able to keep you, so I ran. I ran, taking you with me, changed my name  and started our lives anew.

You ungrateful child. I built my fortune on hard work, and hard work alone. I created a legacy for you. And then I heard you complaining to your scientist friends about me. And then I realised that you hated me, that you would stop at nothing to break free.

So, go ahead child. Break free. See how you survive with no home, no liberty, no mother to care for you.

I trusted nobody. But I forgot not to trust you.

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Here’s my latest entry into Magpie Tales. There is a theme running through my weekly writings once again. If you want to know more about the mother-daughter relationship please read my Five Sentence Fiction  and Three Word Wednesday entries.