Vanquished – 3 Word Wednesday

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I am undone.

Routine is whisked away on the winds roaring outside, battering the trees, rattling the windows, bruising the very fabric of the earth. So it has been, for decades.

My days (used to) consist of the familiar, the mundane. Draw water from the well, feed the goats and chickens, wash, eat breakfast, read, write, nap, eat… No different than most, these days. We eke out our existence in isolated homesteads tens of miles apart. A joy before, a chore in these times. I crave companionship. I do not wish to rot here, alone. My mind is a hard taskmaster.

You arrived, unknown and unannounced. Nobody had mentioned you on my last monthly trip round the vicinity. The advent of a stranger does not go unnoticed, does not happen cloaked in silence. Our lives are so predictable, it’s what passes for excitement.

The mists shrouded the house, as if to keep your presence a secret. You stood, framed in my doorway, backlit by an ethereal, muted grey light. You are dressed entirely in black. A cloak, a brimmed hat, sturdy boots.

I gave you shelter, because that’s how we survive, helping one, helping all. Isolation, division and distrust serve no purpose in these times.

You said little. I am used to silence within these four walls. I felt no urge to fill the void for I am gifted in this strength of character. You will tell what is necessary, when the time comes.

And the time has come. And the time is now. I must reciprocate. The urge to do so is intense – it overwhelms me. The air has shifted.

I am undone.

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This is my latest entry to 3 Word Wednesday and is linked to my entry to Magpie Tales.

This week, the words are:

Gifted

Intense

Rot

It’s dark, yet intriguing, right? What do you imagine is going on?

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Redshifted – Magpie Tales

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Self-obsession is everywhere.

I cannot walk down the street, visit a coffee shop, buy a newspaper without the evidence of this burning shadows on my retinas.

If it is not preening in mirrors, it is magazines using sex to sell themselves and the products they advertise.

I try so hard to let it go, let it go, let it go, I try to breathe it away but I cannot resist The Calling any more.

Eradication is the only option.

People only see of me what they want to see.

No, correction, they don’t see me at all.

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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 person behind these thoughts, please read my Five Sentence Fiction and Three Word Wednesday entries.

Dark times, dark thoughts…

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

Supple

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!