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Tribal

Tribal- R&R Ramblings
The flames reflected the war paint smeared across hair and faces which only pronounced the shine in their eyes. The aroma of cooked liver and fried cables mingled with melting plastic that sizzled beneath the flames. The bass bellowed from the stereo competed with heartbeats as adrenaline spiked to the raw heavy metal pounding their ears.
 Ripped from a dream, the lights came on, and the sound stopped mid-metallic-scream.
 ‘What the hell is going on out here?’ The man’s voice echoed across the courtyard. Continue reading “Tribal”
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Mirrored

Mirrored - R&R Ramblings

Was she

worth knowing

the beautifully tragic

miming merriment faker

riding her own merry-go-round

silently suffering for her showground crowd Continue reading “Mirrored”

Time

Time - R&R Ramblings

The cold floor beneath her feet was invigorating as she skipped with the taste of freedom coursing through her veins. With one step after the other, her smile grew wider. The scents of sweet fresh air, the view of trees and flowers in the garden were brimming with life and colour. So unlike the flowers she’d watched wither away, and now no longer needed.

She waved to the nurses at the counter. Giggled at the cheeky orderlies who brought Continue reading “Time”

Guilty

Guilty - RuralRomanticRamblings.com

Red-rimmed eyes darted at each new arrival. She licked down-turned lips, her chin quivered and skin splotchy. Shoulders stooped from her white knuckled arm grip as she sunk in stature to stare at her shoes.

Was she sad? Scared? Or wearing her own brand of guilt? Continue reading “Guilty”

Code Broke

Code Broke - RuralRomanticRamblings.com

 

“Help me look,” urged Ricky.

“For what?” asked Luke.

“There’s a code hidden in the paint work.” Continue reading “Code Broke”

Elective Corrections

Elective Corrections - RuralRomanticRamblings.com

 

“Are you sure?”

He inhaled and his chest rose, licked his lips and nodded. “Yeah, hit me.”

“Okay, man.” The whirl of the gun came to life. The inked needle pressed against the skin on the guy’s upper arm. “So, um, I gotta ask why?”

“You’re the best in corrective tattoos, that’s why I’m here.”

“I get that bit, and our team’s well trained for that purpose. But, what I gotta know, man, is why?”

“Surely you’ve heard all the stories?”

“Yeah. But, you’re the first one who wants this kick-arse reaper changed into a butterfly?”

(100 words)

Exit Strategies

Exit Strategies - RuralRomanticRamblings.com

“Is that blood?”

She shook her head, wiping her hands on her red-splattered shirt. Continue reading “Exit Strategies”

Stained

 

Stained - RuralRomanticRamblings.comBlack goo coated his teeth and tongue, sliding down the back of his throat. He gagged into the sink, clawing the gunk free. Loosened his tie, winced at the rank eye-burning Continue reading “Stained”

Delusional

Delusional - RuralRomanticRamblings.com

“Yes, we can do so much in here. I so looove the industrial look of bare brick and metal accentuating those bars. So raw. So real. Yes, I’ll turn this place into an upmarket inner-city paradise that’ll win awards. You’ll see.” Continue reading “Delusional”

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