Trigger warnings: Death, mention of the Black Death
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Prompt(s):/ write a character who is neither evil nor dangerous, but still terrifying. & use the first line of a nursery rhyme as the first line of dark narrative.
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"RING-A-RING O' ROSES'
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A figure dresses in black danced around the empty parking lot. Rain crying on to the girl, pattering on the asphalt, creating a haunting rhythm. A rhythm the girl seemed to know, to read, to follow.
The robe like dress, flying around her with every twist and turn. They way she moved was hypnotic, and if she was anymore graceful, one might have missed the dead bodies in the corner of a shadowed building.
The figure spun around, and around, and around. The smell of electricity and flowers dancing in the air with the cloaked figure. As she spun a glimpse of a stark white mask could be seen, a large beak like nose clearly visible.
The mask reminded any who saw it of the ones they wore during the Bubonic Plague, or the Black Death
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A POCKET FULL OF POSIES,
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It was two in the morning when the cops first seen the figure. They became entranced by the dance, the way the figure's robe like dress would float along with the dance.
They were so embraced with the way the cloaked, women presumably, moved they didn't realize they had gotten out of their car. The red-and-blue of the car still flashing, and the camera on the car still rolling.
As the two men came closer the cloaked women spun around, at first the men were scared. Though after the women threw flowers, suspiciously like posies and roses from a mysterious pocket, they soon forgot all their worries.
The rain washing away the blood from their bleeding noses. Though not cooling off their burning fevers, only worsening their chills.
They staggered over to the building, a free clinic, falling down against a shadowed corner. Though their eyes, not yet glazed over, still watched the deadly dance, all their pain and worries gone.
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A-TISHOO! A-TISHOO! /
ASHES! ASHES!
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Hours of dancing, the men way past dead, and yet the women still danced. Though now she was repeating a old British nursery rhyme, and her voice was as enchanting as her dance.
It was three in the morning when the two cops first saw the dancing figure, though she had started dancing at midnight. When the rain stopped a bolt of lightning hit a seemingly unnoticed pile of sticks.
A fire burning, a girl dancing, and a cop car flashing. Not to forget the two men, who had laid to sleep by the shadow of the building, the men finally falling down. As the soft light of a new day came into view the figure dresses in black disappeared. Not before speaking in her dangerously intoxicating voice.
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WE ALL FALL DOWN,
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It was one of the doctors that had first seen the cop car, then the cops. A terrified scream left her chapped lips, and her blood-shot eyes widening in pure horror.
As she turned around, she caught sight of a black rope like dress. Though what truly terrified her was the bone white, bird-ish mask that gingerly lay atop the ropes. Posies and roses scattered around a pile of ashes and charred sticks. Though through her horror, she failed to catch a whiff of the smell of electricity and flowers.
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HUSH! HUSH! HUSH! HUSH!
WE'VE ALL TUMBLED DOWN!"
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END.
YOU ARE READING
THIS IS EVERYTHING I DIDNT SAY
Short StoryA, not so peaceful, place were all those thoughts go when you can't speak them. A, not so peaceful, place to escape reality and know you are not alone out there. A, not so peaceful, part of my mind and all the things I didn't say.
