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.
©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.