Unthinkable!

It is not the first time I address something that happens everywhere in the world. It can be read in many ways I guess. The words from the prompt given by MindLoveMisery triggered something inside me and made it possible for me to write this. To many times I seen the hearts being shattered in ways that are unforgivable. I can only hope to wake people up and have them stand up against these acts. As for the title it was all I could come up with, if you have a better one let me know.

Photography by Kavan the Kid Mode: Lauren Kopp

Unthinkable!

The dreams are broken
with a single smash
in anger
aggravation.
A violation of rights.
Violence to occupy
the flesh.
Pushed in a corner
without room
to escape
imprisoned
heartrending
moments die
with the tears
falling apart
on the sediments
left from a shattered
heart.
Shame, pain and blood.
The invisible scars
inked
perfidy of souls
defaced.
Nightmares becoming
an unyielding rakefire
like a static silence
lingering, waiting
to burn away
familiar life
with scourging fear.

Unthinkable!

©Ranting Crow2014-‘16

Thought of the day! January 27, 2015

Maybe it is a simple thought, but one none the less.

You cannot silence a belief with murder.

It takes a world wide massacre to achieve that. It is unacceptable. Should we not try to understand the differences between us.

Chain of events!

So okay Wednesday usually was a day I done a prompt from “A girl who writes”. She unfortunately stopped the prompts due to her writing a novel. Hope she is doing well. So I started writing shorts and proses or what ever we want to call them. I had a story up and ready but this one came to me at the last minute. Tipsy Lit’s prompt from Monday was still going in my head and this is my result. But I am the worst at following rules. So not even sure I met them Ha ha shame on me.

Chain of events.

Detective Chester drives his car to an reported murder, while on the radio a DJ is shouting through the speakers the latest of hot news.

“You heard it here first ladies and gents. Mayor Roberts is an adopted, illegitimate child of Senator Roberts. As was reported by an caller by the letters JD. He is a child bron from a rape victim. You heard it right here on QTR101. It is now 5minutes past 1”

Arriving at the scene he finds himself in front of a large private owned home. With a flash of his badge he is let inside and guided to the office.

“Detective, welcome, the name is Comez, sir. I was first on the scene. After the secretary called it in.”
Pulling the cloves over his hands he tiptoes through the rubble of broken glass “Can you tell me anything else Comez?”

“The victim is Jason Dartels, a psychologist, working from his own home. He most likely died of a single stab to the head with a letter opener. According to the secretary there is only one file missing … and that would be… ”

-“Detective Chester? You are here by relieved from the case, please remove yourself from the room” Commander Ballder shouted standing in the opening of the door, leaning over and catching his breath.  “You should not even be here, the file missing is that of Mrs Dolores Chester- Diego”

“Mrs Dolores Chester… Diego… ” with his mouth wide open he screams without a sound. His face turning paler than a white sheet of paper, Detective Chester falls to his knees “THAT … THAT IS MY MUM”

The End?

Now what kind of personality would Tipsy Lit have been talking about. Murderess? Sneaky?
You can find her prompt here. Want to know how it works visit here. Pretty sure I am forgetting something again.

Best wishes
Ranting Crow.

A murder came flying!

So the day has started and couple of days ago I came across a friends blog who had some of her horror writers visiting and had them write a 50 word flash of horror. I can say they are great. Now I am no horror writer, I think. But had me an idea pop into my mind and today I will share this with you. Hope I can still remember it. For those who want to read those 50 word flashes, you can visit here. So now my story or something in that order

A murder came flying.

The girl comes running from a street onto the village square. Screaming from the top of her lungs. “A murder…  A murder…. It is coming.” Bumping into people as they to try to run  Her last words before she got trampled given to those who listened. “A murder is coming hide your babies and children, RUN…”

Panic is all around as from the same street as she came a dark loud cloud started covering the little town. People running in all directions. Doors and shutters slamming shut. More people shouting and running for their lives. “A murder, it is here” Women covering their little ones or running into a open door.

Glass falling and shattering, wood creaking and breaking as the cloud shrouds over the village and placing it into total darkness. Squeaks and cries fill that little bit of air between wavering black. You can hear the desperation of the men, women and children trembling underneath their kitchen tables or bed. Praying to survive. Shrieks of agony and pain of those fallen over powering those scared.. Mayhem in this little town, cries once so high pitched starting to die down. Only a flapping sound remained as the cloud float on leaving behind a massacre.

From under the doors, cracks and crannies blood seep onto the streets into the gutter. Lifeless bodies of  on top of abandoned stalls mixed with bruised apples or veggies. Roof tops covered in the warm blood colouring everything red and a rolling arm or bone. Skulls half eaten next to a pair of cleanly picked bones. Eyes noting more than two black holes staring down the cobble stones as hair floats by on a stream of blood. Once a woman trying to protect her baby laid bare half eaten holding nothing more than bones. Few were left unscathed, but the little ones and even small animals have perished in this massive attack.

A murder came, leaving this massacre. Those who survived step out their safe houses. Fear is all over their faces as the look up n to the sky and in a distant see a dark cloud moving away.

Caw, Caw, time to find the next town for my brother and sisters. Caw, caw have a good day Caw.

The end.

©Ranting Crow 2013

Yeah I am done. A small try at, well again another theme for me. Enjoying the exploration of new themes as a writer to see where I feel comfortable.
Well hope you enjoyed the read as much as I enjoyed writing the piece. Not sure if it turned out as I thought up last night but hey, we cannot have it all.

Best wishes
Ranting Crow