Submitted for Mondays Finish the Story.
Finish the story begins with: “Arriving at the beach, she reflected on her life.”
Arriving at the beach, she reflected on her life.
She liked this beach. She liked to sit here and comb her long blond hair and sing. She unfolded her fins and spread her tail to dry.
Looking in her mirror she could see the ship slowing sinking. Not all were dead. Yet! She had a few more to lure to their new underwater world. She had the power to charm, by her song, the remaining mariners who would be irresistibly impelled to cast themselves into the sea.
She would follow these young men beneath the waves. Here they would live in an enchanted state. Merrow music would be heard coming from beneath the waves.
Never would she hear the words that were said about her sister.
I love the girl with all me heart
But I only like the upper part
I do not like the tail
Written for Finish The Story Challenge. My story begins after the photo. For other short stories just click on the blue froggie below.
Finish the story begins with: “As the year wound down to a close, they gathered around the table and raised their glasses.”
As the year wound down to a close, they gathered around the table and raised their glasses. Everyone except their host Bill.
The aftermath of this party would make him one of the most famous killers of all time. Seven at once! He could see the headlines now. “Seven people poisoned at holiday party in local mansion.”
He knew he was insane. Hell, he had the papers to prove it! His little party would be the culmination of his perfect little insane storm. They all had screwed him in some manner.
There was his wife Susan. Eighteen years of pure hell putting up with her. That would end soon.
Childhood friends, Mark, Jason, Andrew, and Sam. Friends who had become business partners and then ousted him from the company they had formed.
And finally Beth and Howard the neighbors from Hell.
“Drink up my friends,” he yelled over their laughter.
And they did.
Written for Mondays Finish The Story. Finish the story begins with: “They say that life is a game of chess…” using 100 – 150 words. My story starts after the picture prompt below. For other authors interpretation, just click on the blue froggie at the bottom of this post.
They say that life is a game of chess. Just try telling that to Sgt. Jake Anderson.
It was a bitter cold day in January 1945. Jake could hardly see his buddy beside him the snow was blowing so hard against their faces.
The forested Ardennes looked like a frozen icy landscape. Although he could barely see his friend he could hear him quite well. The words he heard he would never repeat to his children if he survived.
And it looked like he would survive if he could make it back to his unit after repelling another enemy assault. They had started out this campaign against overwhelming odds: 80,000 troops to over 200,000 enemy adversaries. They had great leaders but the most valuable pieces in this chess game was their overwhelming use of very determined front line soldiers. The pawns of this conflict.
They had one last unit of enemy soldiers to destroy and then the war would be over. Checkmate!