Friday Flash Fiction: To Save a Bastard

Well...I wasn't going to post this until tomorrow, but I'm waiting for my mom to get back. Since I had a strike of inspiration, I might as well post now. Hahaha, first time I've been on time in a while. ^.^

To Save a Bastard

by: Carole Rae

“You highness,” Sir William bowed with pure humbleness.

The King smiled down at the knight with a twinkle in his eye. This young lad was no more then 20, but he had accomplished so much in such a limited amount of time. Perhaps it would be wise to make this young knight head of his Armies, “Arise Sir William. You have done well. You would have made your father proud with that quick take over of the enemy.”

Arising gracefully, William smiled up at the King, “I could not have done it alone. The men were my strength and you, Your Highness, was my motivation.”

The King let out a hearty laugh and replied, “At least I'm someone's motivation.” He looked at his pale and hateful Queen. The Queen didn't even bother to hide her disgust with all that was going around her. The King just shook his head and put his attention back towards Sir William and stood, “Come. Walk with me.”

Sir William flushed, “Oh, Your Highness...of course. You honor me greatly.”

The King smiled and patted the boy on the back, “No need to flatter an old man. You know...I tire of such flatteries all the time. I wish one person would just treat me like an equal...not like a king.”

“Sir?” The knight looked confused.

“Eh...just ignore me,”Once the two were out of the Great Hall and out of ear shot of the public the King continued, “Sir William, I have a special task for you.”

“Anything, my Lord.” The knight grinned.

The guards opened a set of doors that led to the King's personal chambers. The two walked in. Obvious amazement flashed across the knight's face for such an honor. The King couldn't help a small chuckle from amusement. Once the doors were shut behind them, The King instructed the boy to sit whilst the King went over to his desk. The desk was the largest of desks. The wood was nearly the color of black and lined with golden trimming. The desk was covered with paperwork and many of the rare books that are so hard to come by. With a quick motion, the King opened a secret compartment and pulled out a single piece of small paper.

“This task will be most dangerous and will require all of your strength and all of your skills you have gained.” The King announced, “I only trust you will be able to accomplish this goal.”

“I accept.” The knight replied solemnly.

The King sighed and walked up to the knight and handed the piece of paper, which in turn was not just a mere slip of paper. It was a painting of a beautiful woman. The woman was dressed immodestly and with a pricey hair jewelry. On her arm was a handsome hawk that looked to be completely attached in all ways to the woman. It would seem she owned all the world, but her eyes seemed to cry out for someone to save her.

The Knight was confused as he examined the painting. He looked up at the King, “Your Majesty...I am confused. Who is this?”

The King let out another deep sigh. He sat on the edge of his desk and rubbed his temples, “Do you recall a rumor floating around, still, of a possible bastard child that I had with one of my mistresses?”

“I have, but for one to create such a degrading lie against your Highness is sickening.”

The King snorted, “I'm sorry to tell you then, Sir William, that the rumor is true. None know besides for me and my late mistress.” The knight went to apologize, but he waved him to be silent, “I sent my mistress away to raise the child out of this devilish court life. My two other children with the Queen are so messed up and greedy due to the court, I wanted one pure and good child. Plus, I feared of the Queen's wrath if she was to find out of this child I loved more then anything...even our two sons.”

The knight looked down at the picture and asked, “Is this your child?”

The King nodded, “Yes.”

“Then what am I to do?”

“She was taken a couple months ago by one of many enemies. She has been made a slave mistress to that devil king in the north. Do you see on her shoulder the faint 'H' scar. He...,” He stopped from saying the obvious, “Once he had found out she was my daughter and kidnapped her. Not only that, but he...he slayed my beloved mistress and her entire household. Sir William...please will you save my daughter? I will give you anything in the world.” Tears were running down his cheeks.

Sir William was shocked that his idol and ruler was not only crying in front of him, but he was being begged by this great man. Looking down at the painting again, he rubbed the girls cheek and he knew he had to do this task, “Don't worry, Your Highness, I will do all that I can to save your daughter.”

A Super Late Friday Flash Fiction

I know this FFF is rather late....but oh well. ^.^ At least I wrote one. Its been a while, I know. 

The Prince Warrior

by: Carole Rae

Once upon a time ago I was a prince who was a nobody. I was a sap. I was weak. That all changed when the bandits stole my precious jewel. My light. My love...my dear future wife. I was not able to save her, because I was not a man. Yes, I knew the basic ways on how to use a weapons, but I was so spoiled and I stuck my nose up at such tasks. “Who needs to bother with this, when one has bodyguards?” I would say. None would argue for me, because I was the Golden Son.

Though I was the younger son and my chances of sitting in the throne was slim for there was three brothers ahead of me. My parents loved my brothers, but they loved me more. I was their Golden Son. I took after my mother and was slim while my brothers had my father's stately and broad stature. I was beloved, but when my mother died, my father Emperor sat me upon a Golden pedestal and trimmed me to the weak man I was for I reminded him of my mother.

It was a nice life and I loved being treated like a fragile vase for I drank, ate, gambled, slept til the Sun was high in the sky, and slept with the whores at court. A grand and carefree life.

She then happened.

My jewel came into my life...the bride my father chose for me to marry. Our betrothal was made when we could barely hold our heads up. Her father was my Emperor Father's top General and since we were born on the same night, it was deemed “fate” and I agreed once I laid my eyes on her. My heart fluttered and pounded like the waves upon the beach. Her dark black eyes attached to my soul and I gave up my carefree life. Her sweet smile opened my heart to love. However...she is gone, now because I was no man and could not save her.

I will find her.

I will kill the men who dared take her from me that frightful evening.

I am now a man.

I realized I was meant to wield this sword.

This sword will taste blood.

~*~

“What a lovely jewel.” The man crackled and dragged a finger down her pale cheek, “She will look even lovelier in my Boss' bed. Right lads?” The bandits laughed.

I pulled and tried to remove myself from the strong hands of the smelly bandits, “Let her go! I will give you any amount of money you want.”

The top bandit, I assume, tsked at me, “You really don't know the worth of whores of late, do you? It will take many beds but she will earn more then you can give us. However, the Boss wants to taste this...pearl first before he lets her go and make us money. Maybe if she's good enough, she'll be the Boss' new toy for a while.”

Her eyes shone pure fear. She tried to pull away, but every time she attempted the bandit squeezed his grip and pulled her closer to his body. The rage inside me grew.

“LET...HER GO!” I yelled.

The bandit studied me for a while and said not a word for what seemed an eon. Finally he replied, “No....let's go lads. You know what to do.” He began dragging Hōseki toward the horses.

I struggled and kicked and screamed her name.

“Suizei!” Hoskei's bright voice cried.

“Hoskei!” I somehow managed to pull away from the bandits. I ran towards my jewel, but one of the bandits tackled me to the ground. He straddled my back grabbed my knot. He slammed my face into the mud over and over. With every slam Hoseki cried out for me to save her.....

~*~

I awake with a start and as naturally as breathing my sword had slipped into my hand.

Breathing hard, I tried to get my mind to realize it was just a memory and dream. Finally, I managed to calm my breathing and my eyes adjusted to the present. The rain was pouring down heavy. I stepped out of my tent and stood in the pouring rain. I swung my sword and sliced the raindrops, still trying to slow my heart rate and bubble down my anger that the memory arose.

I will save her....I will.

A Very Late Friday Flash Fiction

Every Monday Dottie over at Tink's Place (or Carole Rae/me) posts a picture and on Friday we share a story to go along with the picture. The story has to be about 350 or so words.

I got the majority of my homework done, so I allowed myself to participate in this week's FFF. I didn't do much editing and I wrote this in a tired state, so don't mind if my story is rubbish. hahaha. Also, I was surprised at what I created. It was what I initially planned, but I allowed my imagination go where ever it wanted, so TADAH! I have an idea forming in my brain as a mini series....mhmmmmmmm. 

Lust is a Sin: Tale of Francine

by: Carole Rae

He haunted her dreams. She could not get the blasted man from her head. However...it was fruitless to allow herself to think on him even for a second for the man was married. The man belonged to another. The man belonged to her sister, Mary. Francine loved her sister more then anything in the world and that was why she tried to keep the blasted man from her head. However, the snake kept slithering in. She let out a sigh and flopped onto the settee and threw her feet up onto the footstool that was blue and did not match anything else in her bedroom.

She had to leave that party.

It killed her to see them dancing and making jolly upon the dance floor. Yes, this was a celebration of HER birthday this beautiful spring night, but she could find no joy. Mary owned the heart of the man she wanted. The man she lusted over, but tried oh so hard not to. Francine let out another sigh and closed her eyes. Perhaps she just needed to close her eyes and it would make the wine stop making her head spin. Whenever she drank the bubbly goodness, her jealousy and lust became as bright as the August sun.

It didn't help. All she kept envisioning was herself dancing with her Edward...Mary's Edward, she reminded herself, he is not yours.

About an hour drifted along while she tried to keep her mind blank. She must have drifted off for she snapped awake and fell back into consciousness from a knock on the door. After gaining back her footing in the consciousness, she asked, “Who is it?”

“It's Edward.” A chill ran up her spin.

“Oh...um....yes?” She stuttered and began adjusting her bodice and hair.

“Mary wanted me to check on you for you have been gone an hour or so my dear.”

“Oh...well...I am afraid I drank too much wine and so I had to escape for a moment for my head was hurting.” Not an entire lie.

“I see. Are you feeling better?”

Francine bit her lip. The wine was still strong in her veins, so she replied with a sigh, “Oh, no I am not. I sat upon my settee and I'm feeling sick, but I can not get myself up. I really would like to go to bed.”

After a seconds thought, Edward asked, “Would you like my help?”

A cat's smile played on her lips, but kept with the same tone of helplessness, “If it isn't too much hassle for you, Edward.”

“No hassle at all, Francine.” He replied gallantly. She nearly swooned just from the way he said her name.

“Then do come in, please.” She adjusted her bodice, she off quite a bit of skin. It made her look alluring and in needing of a strong man.

The door quickly opened and Edward walked in. Without even taking a second glance at Francine's breasts, he strode over too her. With a smile of pure friendliness, he lifted her up, “My poor, dear sister. No more wine at the next function.” He chuckled.

“Mhmmm, perhaps not.” She was on cloud 9. Her whole body was pretty much pressed up against his. She wanted him. She would have him.

Softly, as if putting a babe to bed, he laid her down and put the blanket over her, “Sleep tight, dearest sister, for you will have a raging headache in the morning.”

Francine sighed, “Before you go...could you adjust my pillow?”

Edward nodded, “Of course.” He reached above her and shimmed the pillow down a little bit and made sure it was nicely supporting her head. Before he could stand straight back up, Francine wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her lips. Her greedy lips latched themselves to his always smiling, red lips.

She was sure her heart would explode.

He quickly yanked her arms off of him and pulled away as if Francine were the Devil herself. He grimaced and wiped her taste away and yelled, “What the bloody Hell, Francine.”

She crawled out of bed and tried to walk over to him with much sexiness as should could, but she was taken over by the wine. One of her creamy breasts was nearly spilled over her bodice. With a chuckle she replied, “I want you Edward...you want me. Mary doesn't have to know.”

“This is not you, Francine. You are drunk and out of your mind! I'm leaving and you better go back to bed and sleep this off.” He roared.

Ignoring him, she tried to latch herself back onto him, but he dodged her and ran for the door. She tried to go after him, but she tripped over her Tiger rug and crashed to ground. Tears from the wine and being denied from the man she wanted came spilling forth.

The End.

Friday Flash Fiction

Every Monday Dottie over at Tink's Place (or Carole Rae/me) posts a picture and on Friday we share a story to go along with the picture. The story has to be about 350 or so words.

I lied. I said I was going to post this tomorrow and yet...here it is posted today. Oh well. I'm really excited about this story. I tried a new type of story-telling with this one. I was unsure if I was going to be able to make it to 350 words, but you see? I have done it. Huzzah! Hope you like the style I used...I feel it has a certain rhythm to it and when I read it out loud, it sounds like the drops of rain. Make sure to share your links to your FFF, so I can read it too! ^.^

He Couldn't Sleep. He Couldn't Eat: A Tale of Revenge

by: CaroleRae

Revenge.

Revenge ran through his veins. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Kill.

Kill the man that ruined his life. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Avenge.

Avenge his family that was taken from him. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Years.

Years it took to find this man, who killed his joy. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Now.

Now was the time to strike; the man and his troops were right below him. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Rain.

Rain and thunder crashed around him; it fit the mood. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Stalking.

Stalking down the side of the mountain, he never let his prey his escape his sight. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Memories.

Memories ate away at him as he watched his wife and son lay slain. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Henry.

Henry was just a little boy with his Lannie's blonde hair and he always wore a smile. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Lannie.

Lannie loved him and always told him to be good and do the right thing. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Good.

Good he did like Lannie asked, but because of that the man murdered his family. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Rage.

Rage killed all that was good in him and is buried with his family. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Blood.

Blood would be drawn tonight as he pulled the knife from his side. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Closer.

Closer he got to the man who ruined his life. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Silence.

Silence surrounded the campsite; even the thunder held its breathe. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Tears.

Tears blurred his eyes as he allowed himself to see their faces. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Quietly

Quietly he shook the man awake with a hand upon his mouth. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Justice.

“Justice for my family” he whispered. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Shock.

Shock was evident on the man's face. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Red.

Red spilled onto the blanket that the man slept on; for he had slit the throat. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Gone.

Gone went he and he climbed back up to the mountains and lived alone forever more. He now could sleep. He now could eat.

*CR*

Friday Flash Fiction: Oklahoma Wind

Every Monday Dottie over at Tink's Place (or Carole Rae/me) posts a picture and on Friday we share a story to go along with the picture. The story has to be about 350 or so words.

Happy Friday everyone. I was originally going to skip these week because I could think of nothing for this picture, but then it struck me when I was driving home last night from work. The dialogue was the thing that first came to mind. I just imagined a velvety Irish voice whispering "we can't do this anymore" and THAT set off my little story below. What have you guys come up with this week?

Oklahoma Wind

by: CaroleRae

"Oh Elizabeth...we can't do this anyone more." Sighed James in his velvety Irish brogue as he laid his head on her lap and stretched his arms. 

She grabbed his hands and looked down lovingly at him. She also sighed, "Oh I know James. I know my husband would kill me if he found out,but I love you too much let you go."

James looked up at her and smiled, "I love you so much Elizabeth. I wish you would divorce the man and run away with me. We can go to England or to the Continent. We could run to my homeland, Ireland. We can be really happy."

She chuckled, "That is just a dream, my beloved. I can not leave my son. You know Edward...if I attempted to take our son he would hunt us down and take him by force and kill me."

There was a silence for a moment. There was a gust of warm Oklahoma wind. The sun soon was hidden by the clouds. There seemed to be a rain on the way. Both of the lovers shivered, but remained where they were. They did not want this afternoon to every end. The older Elizabeth's son got, the less time they had time to be with one another. The older Elizabeth's son got...the older they got. Time and Edward were the enemy in these lover's eyes.

Sitting up, James looked into Elizabeth's eyes. Pain seemed to be etched into her eyes and James could sense his eyes were etched with the same pain. A couple tears trickled down Elizabeth's cheeks. James tsked and brushed them away with his thumb, "Please don't cry my dear." He hugged her and she buried her head into his chest.

Once her tears were finished, he lightly laid her down and made sweet love to her right there and then. Though Elizabeth didn't know it, James knew that was the last time they would be together. His heart couldn't do it anymore. He loved her too much and it killed him to see her with Edward. He had two tickets on the next train on to Canada. He slipped one in her purse when she was not looking. He knew she would not go with him. 

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Elizabeth returned home. Edward was still in St. Louis and wouldn't be back in another couple weeks. She sighed as removed her hat. Though she loved James it killed her each time to be with him, for she knew time was running away. 

Little Edward ran over to her and hugged her. She smiled as he asked for a piece of candy. Being a good mother, she always kept extra in her purse. Rummaging her hand in her purse, she not only found a piece of candy for her baby, but she also found a strange piece of paper. She pulled out the candy first and handed it to her son. Then slowly she pulled out the paper.

It was a ticket.

To Canada.

Her heart swelled and then busted. James wanted her to go to Canada with him. She contemplated the idea for a moment, but then reality struck. She walked out the door and stared out at the Oklahoma landscape. A hawk swooped down and she could hear the distant mooing of one of their cows. With swift movements, she ripped up the ticket and tossed them to the Oklahoma wind. 

~The End~

Friday Flash Fiction #25

Every Monday Dottie over at Tink's Place (or Carole Rae/me) posts a picture and on Friday we share a story to go along with the picture. The story has to be about 350 or so words.

Didn't get this done until now. I was way too tired to finish it yesterday. Haha. Forewarning...that poem in the middle of the story is an old-ish one of mine and I thought of it when I seen this picture, so I decided to toss it in at the end and twist the story around it. 

Emotions

by: Carole Rae

Screaming your name, I removed my heels and stumbled up the slippery stones in search for you. The moors rushed in front of me, but all the love I had for the moors vanished because I could not find you. Where are you? Where are you my love? I set my lamp down and looked up towards the opening sky and I heard your voice. I called your name again, but your voice stopped. HER voice, or what I think would be her voice, took place. She laughed and she whispered among the wind, “His heart belongs with me.”

Tears began streaming down my face and fell onto the already wet stones, “No. He hates you. I will NOT let you take him away from me.”

She laughed and laughed, “He will be mine again.”

“I WILL NOT LET YOU WIN!” I yelled back.

“YOU FOOL! YOU DAMNED FOOL? DO YOU NOT SEE? DO YOU NOT HEAR HIM WHISPER MY NAME IN THE DARK! HE HAS NEVER EVEN SAID I LOVE YOU YET!” The wind blew and I pushed down dress and glared at the light.

I winced, but I still declared,“I WILL WIN! HE WILL LOVE ME!”

The wind blew and whistled louder then anything I've ever heard.

I snapped awake. Sweating was dripping down my face and I was shaking. I sat there on the couch a moment before I realized where the loud whistling was coming from. My tea was going off. I sighed and looked down at my trembling hands. What none sense that dream was. However...I could still feel the lingering jealousy that heated my blood. What if my dream was right? What if he still loved that bitch? That whore? I had never felt the sting of jealousy and despair before.

I pulled myself from the couch and went over to the kitchen and grabbed myself a cup of tea, before sitting down back on the couch. I sighed and took a sip. With a sigh, I set down my tea and grabbed my writing pad. I began writing...writing always relieved my emotions and removed them from my body.

Jealousy

Just outrageous of me to compare myself to her.

Everyone says that she is a bitch and a whore

A fact is a fact, but that doesn't mean you still don't

Love her

Or wish I was her.

Usually I don't care, but I can't stop thinking about it.

So it is true you are with me...for now.

You may think me nuts, but if she wanted you back badly enough she will....she will.

I slammed the pen down as I finished writing these words. Rage, menace, and most of all...longing burned through my veins. I stared out the window and took a deep breath. It was not my greatest work, but I could feel the emotions slowly draining. Thank God.

My phone rang and I knew it was him. I picked up, “Hey.”

“Hey Rebecca.” Whispered his velvety voice.

“Whats up?”

There was a moment of silence and then he replied, “Guess who showed up at my place earlier?”

“She did...didn't she?” I could feel the emotions spilling back into my veins. That whore was going to get it.

“Yeah,” He laughed, “She was all dolled up and was trying to seduce me. I just slammed the door in her face.”

That should have contented me, but my veins was running with every bad emotion, “You should have just fucked her, Jack. I know you still love her.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“C'mon. We've only been dating four months and you still love her. She wants you back. You should have taken that ship when it came.”

“I can't.”

“Why?”

“Because....because I love you Rebecca.”

My heart stopped a moment, “Oh, Jack. I love you too.”

I could hear the smile in his voice, “Thank God. I was terrified you wouldn't say it back.”

“I've loved you since I met you, Jack.”

“Same here.”

~The End.~

Friday Flash Fiction

Every Monday Dottie over at Tink's Place (or Carole Rae/me) posts a picture and on Friday we share a story to go along with the picture. The story has to be about 350 or so words.

Happy Friday everyone! I actually got off my lazy rump and wrote a FFF for this week. I've been doing a lot of writing lately. It feels so good to not worry about school. All I have to do is work, hang with friends, hang with boyfriend, and then write or read. It's so nice. I've actually written a few pieces of poetry for the first time in a LONG time. Since High School. Anyways....I hope you guys join in this week.

The Heartless

By: Carole Rae

Blood and carnage were scattered around him, but he didn't feel anything. His footsteps alone caused splashes of blood to leap into the air. Young and old men hollered in agony, but there was no stirring of sympathy or empathy or even a batted an eye from the tall and handsome man. Pools of blood festered under the heated sun and bowels from the dead penetrated every living man's nose. Limbs and intestines scattered the ground, while man fought man with sword and arrows. The growl of war hummed and slammed against the air. There were many cries and winces and sadness in the eyes of the majority of men, except for William. Nothing but cool contempt was on his face. Sometimes a small, cynical half-smile would settle on his lips. They didn't call him William the Heartless for no reason.

The battle seemed to go on for hours before the leader of the other side was slain and they retreated. William raised his arm in victory. The chants from the left over men sounded the air. 

William allowed the half-smile to creep upon his lips as he wiped the blood from his best friend, his sword, and then sheathed it with a snap. The battle was over and the war seemed to be in their favor. The king would be pleased and perhaps William will finally be called General. With a lifted brow he looked toward the setting sun. That was indeed a long battle. 

As he turned on his heels to make his way back to camp, a scream sounded on the air. A woman's scream. A scream of utter and complete heartbreak. He continued to walk and tried to ignore the woman's utter heartbreaking sobs. However, he came across her. Her body was sprawled across the body of one of the dead bodies. The woman, “Pleaaaaaaaase! Come back! I can't live without you!” 

This made William halt in his steps and he looked at her and watched her suffer. Instead of his normal cool look, his lips turned slightly downward and his eyes....his eyes held actual sadness. He could feel tears coming, but he held them at bay. Flexing his fist, he was stuck at an impasse. Should he comfort this woman? Should he just walk away like normal? Why did he suddenly care so much? What should he do?

But he did nothing. He just stood there.

The woman lifted her bowed head up to him. The dying sunlight made her brown eyes sparkle and her tears seemed to shimmer. A light breeze blew and her ebony hair blew wave in the wind like some flag amongst the sky.

His heart stopped.

His heart then swelled.

His heart then fluttered.

Slowly, he dropped to his knees and looked upon the dead man and tried to recall a name of the solider. Not recalling who he was, still said, “He was an excellent fighter and he is surely a lost to my men and me.” 

The woman's chin quivered, but there was a ray of thanks in her eyes. She took a haggard breathe and put her head on William's chest. William at first surprised, slowly wrapped his arm around her. The woman cried into his chest and he let her. They stayed like for what seemed an eternity. 

After a while, he helped the woman stand and whispered, “Come. You need rest and food. The men will prepare him....”

The woman gave a heart-melting smile and replied quietly, “Thank you for your kindness.”

William actually smiled back at her, but said nothing and lead her away from the wreckage that was left over from a battle that would one day be forgotten.

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<3CaroleRae

Friday Flash Fiction

Every Monday Dottie over at Tink's Place (or Carole Rae/me) posts a picture and on Friday we share a story to go along with the picture. The story has to be about 350 or so words.

Happy Friday!

Ahhhhhhhhh, I haven't written a FFF in a while. However, I must pat myself on the back though...I have been doing a lot of writing lately. hahaha. But with this piece went in a COMPLETELY different direction then I imagined. 0.0 however....it happened. Hahaha. Enjoy! 

Sweet Goodbyes -  An Atlantis Tale of Woe

by: Carole Rae

                                           

"Oh my sweet, my love. I will love you to the end of time." He whispered as he held me tightly. Though the world was crashing around us I found an odd sense of comfort in his arms. 

A single tear fell down my cheek as I whispered, "I love you to Herlio and I will always love you. I wish we could have spent eternity with you but at least I had this small of time with you."

Blood covered the ground and screaming filled the air around us. I followed him to this battle that would save our people. I wanted to help fight, even though it was hopeless and we were doomed from the start. These creatures...were merciless and not from this world. They far surpass us in weapons and technology and we are the superior ones on this Earth. We aided many of the humans build their pyramids and build their Great Wall and helped move their stones to worship to their imaginary god. We broke our isolation to aid the world, for we saw the poverty and the instability and we wanted to help. What cruel fate was this? We decide to go against our nature and help others and we are rewarded with this? Other beings deciding to remove us for we are "ruining the natural order of things"? 

I winced as I felt more blood pour from my stomach to my hand. My sight turned hazy and I closed them and removed my hands from my gut and I hugged his arm. This man was my light and my savior and though I only knew him for a year I felt an undying love for him. 

I felt his tear drop onto my head. Or was it a rain drop? Rain seemed a very suitable way to end Atlantis and its sad pathetic inhabitants. A voice rumbled, "Destroy everything! Destroy and wipe these unworthy elves from the face of the Earth!"

The land rumbled from underneath us and Herlio hugged me tighter, "Alia please don't leave me yet. Perhaps we can flee for they plan on drowning us out. Perhaps if we hurry we can board one of the hovers and go to North."

"No. No...there is no hope for me," I groaned, "you should go. Leave me...you can live."

"Never...I will never leave you in the end of everything. I can not live forever without you." He hugged me tighter and I felt my world slipping from my finger tips.

"My love...I'm so tired...I-I-I can't stay awake." I moaned as I tried to hold on to consciousness.

Herlio sniffed, "I will soon join you. Sleep Alia...sleep and I will join you in that slumber soon." 

"Okay...good bye my love. Good bye Herlio." I whispered.

I felt another tear drop or rain drop touch my cheek. Herlio began to softly sing a lullabye I so loved. I wanted to sing this to our child, if we were ever blessed to have one. However, the cruel beings destroyed all the dreams I had and the dreams of my people. We wanted to spread knowledge and spread love and kindness and technology.  I let my mind stray and imagine that my dreams did come true. I imagined the life I wanted with Herlio. I sighed and a smile creeped on my face, "I love you Herlio." The world then slipped from me and I was gone....

Friday Flash Fiction

Every Monday Dottie over at Tink's Place (or Carole Rae/me) posts a picture and on Friday we share a story to go along with the picture. The story has to be about 350 or so words.

Happy Friday everyone! Don't be shocked, but I actually have a FFF this week. Huzzah! I'm so proud of this piece...its a little on the lengthy side, but I adore it! Be warned...there is quite a twist at the end. MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

The Red, Red Rose

by: Carole Rae

The years trickled past like rain drops, but it never stopped her from coming. It never stopped her from planting the roses he so loved. Though the blistering, desert sun withered the roses to dust she still squandered her money and time to plant the red, red roses he so loved.

The years trickled past like rain drops, but still she came this year. Her hair was now streaked with gray and it was harder for her to pull herself out of the carriage that took her to this spot. Once upon a time ago she was able to ride her horse to this dusty spot. Like natural, her beloved horse passed and time has withered her bones.

Stepping out of the carriage, she looked up at the dark sky. This was an odd occurrence for it seemed rain was coming. Once she was out of the carriage, she grabbed her lacy and delicate parasol. Though it would barely protect her from becoming wet, it was a comfort for her. Though most of everyone knew of her odd travels to this spot in the desert of the West and of why she came to this spot every year on the day, she was still embarrassed of her obsession of planting the red, red roses. Taking a deep inhale, she began to walk to the spot. She always made sure that she had to walk the last few feet to the spot for it made her guilt ease its pull on her heart for a while.

The moment she reached the spot, she looked down and tears began to form. She hugged the pot of roses to her chest. The little thorns cut right through her skin and little drops of blood fell down into her bodice. Surely her white chemise was now ruined, but that concern was millions of leagues away from her mind. Without aid, she slowly knelt down. Quickly, she removed her white gloves and began scrapping at the arduous and dust-covered ground. With the pain of the digging, her tears evaporated. This was normal...pain always made the heart-ache and guilt disappear as the stars fade when the sun comes across the sky.

Once the hole was dug, she gently placed the red, red roses into the ground. She filled in the remaining of the hole with soil. She rubbed her blood and dirt covered hands onto her dress. Now that the pain of digging had ended, tears welled up in her eyes. A rain drop fell onto her face and mixed with the tear. Quickly, she lifted her parasol for the rain was surely on its way. As if stroking a newborn's head, she smoothed one of the red, red petals out and a sob escaped her lips, “I...am...so....sorry, Miles. I wish...I wish I could take it back. Oh God.”

She allowed herself a few moments of tears and for the guilt to eat at her soul.

A few moments....that was all.

Taking a heavy inhale, she forced the monster to return into its cage. If she allowed the guilt to run free for too long, she would lose her sanity forever. Wiping away the tears, she finally had herself in her infamous composure and self-control. The ever present smile returned to her lips and she slowly, but surely stood. Looking out into the distance she took in the scenery. As was normal. However, a dark figure caught her eye. With widening eyes she froze.

The dark figure knowing that it had been spotted, walked towards her. She could not move. Fear penetrated her heart.

After what seemed an eon, the figure stepped out of the fog and revealed its self to her. Her eyes went wide, “Miles....no....nooooo. It can't be! I....I....killed you twenty years ago! How...how is this possible?”

The man, Miles to be assumed, smirked at her, “Oh dear Cynthia. You really think you killed me? Ha.”

“But...oh dear god.” She covered her mouth and sobbed into her hands when she noticed the scar across his throat. She had done that. She had sliced his throat as if cutting into a piece of bread.

His eyes sparkled, “You did nearly have me, my dear.”

“Miles....I'm so sorry. They...they made me! You know I loved you, but it was either your life or my life and our unborn child's life.” Her control evaporated and tears began rolling down her cheek.

With slow steps, he walked towards her and with his thumb ever so slightly wiped away some of the flowing tears that trailed down her cheeks. Miles replied, “I know you are sweeting, but they lied. It was a test to see how much you loved me. Yes, these roses are lovely and sentimental, but you failed the test those many moons ago.”

“Miles...I--” Before she could stammer out another word, blood oozed from her lips. He removed his hand from her face and pulled out the knife he had stabbed into her gut. The place were his child had once been.

With a dark smile, “We are even my dearest Cynthia....but I doubt you'll survive that. Until our next life together.” Turning on his heels, he disappeared in the fog.

She fell to the ground holding her gut. Her body was so in shock all she could do was look at the red, red roses he so loved and think on how the years had trickled past like rain drops. Her world then went black........

THE END

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<3CaroleRae 

Friday/Saturday Flash Fiction

Every Monday Dottie over at Tink's Place (or Carole Rae/me) posts a picture and on Friday we share a story to go along with the picture. The story has to be about 350 or so words.

Happy Saturday! It's 3 am and I finally realized that perhaps I should post this FFF that I wrote. ^.^ I was tirelessly working on my novel for Nanowrimo. I'm trudging along. Perhaps I'll share what I'm writing, but I'm not 100% sure how I feel for this. I just broke the first 1,000 words. Huzzah for me!

But yeaaaaa, this FFF isn't my best work, but my brain is a little fried from midterms and lack of sleep. Ha. I hope you enjoy though!

The Goddess of Halloween

by: Carole Rae

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Slamming her foot down, she finally killed the annoying rat that had been scampering along the floor. She lightly smiled and propped her head on her fist and closed her eyes. Her time has ended and now she will be in this prison for 364 days.

“Would you like more tea my dear?” One of the crows asked.

She shrugged, “I'm fine thank you.” Letting a huge yawn shake her whole body, she finished off her tea and set it to the side.

There was a light tap and the old door creaked open. She didn't have to open her eyes to know who it was, “What the Hell do you want, Clause?”

Clause smiled and even though he spoke quietly, his voice still boomed and made the dark room seem alive, “I just brought you some comfy clothes and some food my dear Goddess of Halloween. ”

Opening her eyes, she gazed at Clause and her heart stopped. The rumors of Clause being fat was ludicrously wrong. He was a God. Literally and figuratively. His bright bleach blonde hair made his ice colored eyes sparkle. Clause's body was the opposite of jolly, it was sensational. Pretending to not notice how attractive he was, she hissed, “Why must I be chained in here like some damn animal? Who died and made Him God?”

Clause calmly set her things down and sat across from her. She sucked in her breath when his cool eyes settled on hers, “He created us and that includes you. Besides, you know exactly why you are locked up.”

“Ooooh. But I didn't mean to nearly kill that freakin' rabbit. We had a fight and....GAH! Why am I explaining myself to Santa. Hell.” She looked away and kicked away the crows.

“I know....Rabbit had it coming, but you nearly killed him. Just think though...three more years and then you are free. Also every Halloween He lets you have a day of freedom.”

She heaved a sigh “I suppose, but I'm just sooooo lonely,” She grinned as she noticed Clause's ice eyes glazing over her shapely and sexy figure, “Perhaps we could, well, entertain each other.”

Clause lifted an eyebrow, but said nothing. The tick, tocks of the old clocked seemed to go on for an eternity while they looked at each other. She uncrossed her long legs and stood. As if she had forever, she made her way to Clause's lap. With careful and tender movements, she straddled him and wrapped her pale arms around his neck. He, likewise, slowly wrapped his arms around her waist. Before her lips could scrape his, Clause tried to push her away, but she would not be moved, “Relax and enjoy Halloween my dear Santa Clause.”

The end.