Showing posts with label flash fiction challenge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flash fiction challenge. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 18, 2025

Flash Fiction Challenge 7 at #OurAuthorGang

 Challenge accepted by Eva Bielby

Flash fiction is a concise form of prose storytelling consisting of self-contained stories that may also be referred to as sudden fiction, short-short stories, micro-fiction, or micro-stories. This particular genre is highly regarded by renowned English writers for its ability to convey profound insights and timeless human emotions within a few short paragraphs.

Eva's challenge was to write a flash fiction story of less than 500 words, based on this picture:

THISTLEDENT MANOR 

Isaac Dent moved Dilys, his bride of ten months, into Thistledent Manor in 1742. The rambling old house was bequeathed to Isaac by Alfred Dent, his grandfather. A once healthy and active landowner, Alfred had succumbed to viral pneumonia prior to Isaac’s wedding. He’d always cherished the special bond with his grandson. Isaac enjoyed fishing, hunting and shooting, where he excelled. Venison was frequently served at the table during the dinner parties held at the Dent house, courtesy of Isaac and his prowess with a rifle. Alfred had loved to boast about Isaac’s skills.

During four hopeful years, a complicated miscarriage left Dilys unable to bear children. Isaac saw her despair; the haunted look and guilt in her eyes. He was broken. He was unsure what to do to make Dilys smile again. Late one night as his wife slept beside him, Isaac was awake and an idea formed in his head. He was going to fill the house with orphaned children.

The Battle of Culloden had been fought and many local men were killed in the bloodthirsty clash. Some of their widows were dying of malnutrition as they struggled and kept food mainly for their children. Within weeks, Isaac and Dilys had filled their home with eleven youngsters - two babies and the remainder were between three and eleven years old. Dilys was ecstatic and quickly grew to love each one of them, but she struggled despite the help from the servants. Responding to their advertisement, an older lady, Agatha McTavish, was soon taken into the fold as nanny and teacher.

After several months, Dilys noticed four or five of the children had become withdrawn and sullen. She discussed the matter with Agatha, who suggested it was the trauma of losing their parents. Dilys acknowledged that there could be some truth in Agatha’s suggestion, but continued to dwell on the matter, after all, the children had seemed happy at first during Dilys’ love and nurturing.

Dilys continued to feed and settle the two babies after dinner each evening, leaving nanny to bathe the older children and tuck them into their beds. On leaving the nursery one night, she heard shouts and screams coming from along the passageway. There was an almighty crash and Dilys arrived at the open doorway in time to witness nine-year-old Angus McArthur’s spirit leave his body. His broken body lay naked and crumpled on the floor, blood pooling beneath his head. Deep red welts covered the skin on his back. Agatha stood over him. The whip in her hand dropped to the floor when she saw Dilys.

Isaac and Dilys moved away with their ‘family’ the following morning.

Thistledent Manor remains abandoned. The villagers often hear shouts and screams, those of Agatha and poor Angus, and the crack of a whip coming from the derelict, forbidding house.

Sadly, Dilys Dent never slept much after the events at Thistledent Manor. Her disturbing dreams always ended with Agatha’s face, a deep, bloodied gash across her throat.

Eva Bielby

https://www.evabielby.co.uk

Eva Bielby was born in North Yorkshire in the Northeast of England. She has spent over thirty years of her working life as a company accountant. Eva has a keen interest in spiritualism/mediumship and has attended several workshops to develop her skills further. During her quieter moments, Eva enjoys a cryptic crossword, sudoku, and gardening.




Tuesday, March 4, 2025

Flash Fiction Challenge 5 at #OurAuthorGang

 Challenge accepted by Erika M Szabo

Howl of Grief

The alpha male howled mournfully into the vast, starlit night sky, his piercing blue eyes gleamed in the moonlight. His pack gathered closely behind him, their warm breaths forming fleeting clouds in the crisp, frigid air, yet he stood as an island of solitude, engulfed by his own deep sorrow. The loss of his beloved mate struck him with a gut-wrenching force, leaving an aching emptiness as if a vital piece of his very soul had been torn away.

She had been his equal in every facet of their wild existence, a formidable hunter and steadfast guardian of their pack. Her spirit matched the fierce winds that swept across their territory, unwavering and brave. But fate had dealt a cruel hand when a man in a drunken haze decided to go hunting.

He searched and stumbled with his loaded gun, ready to shoot anything that moved. He mumbled with a wide grin on his face, "A deer or rabbit for dinner would do, but a wolf fur coat for the wife... Now that would be something." He cackled, watching his unsteady steps. 

Suddenly, the man heard a threatening low growl that froze the breath in his throat as he looked up to face the wolfpack a few yards away. His hands shook in terror as he raised his rifle and pulled the trigger.

In a moment of selfless courage, the alpha female had thrown herself into the line of fire, sacrificing her life to ensure the safety of the others. The alpha male launched and tore the man’s throat out with one powerful bite. The man’s lifeless body slumped to the ground, but the wolf didn’t feel the satisfaction of revenge.

As he howled mournfully, the deep, resonant tones seemed to vibrate through the still night air, a somber lament that carried his grief far and wide. He could feel the palpable sympathy and understanding of his pack surrounding him like a comforting cocoon. Each of them had suffered the loss of wolves they held dear, but none had been as formidable, as integral, as his beloved mate. Her scent lingered in the cool night breeze, a whispering memory of what he had lost.

Even amidst the profound ache of his cries, he understood the necessity of fortitude for the sake of their pack. He would honor his mate's memory by leading them with the same unwavering courage and indomitable strength that she had so gracefully embodied. As his mournful howls echoed through the vast, star-studded sky, his pack joined in, their voices rising in a harmonious tribute to their fallen leader. It was a poignant reminder that she would forever be woven into the very fabric of their lives, an enduring presence in their hearts.

Erika M Szabo

https://authorerikamszabo.com

Erika loves to dance to her own tunes and follow her dreams, introducing her story-writing skills and her books that are based on creative imagination with themes such as magical realism, alternate history, urban fantasy, cozy mystery, sweet romance, and supernatural stories. Her children’s stories are informative and educational and deliver moral values in a non-preachy way.