They’re coming … – A WWBH post

Everything has been a massive rush this week, and I nearly didn’t get around to posting this. The story was niggling in my mind though and I had to get it out. It’s a bit last minute, so please forgive the roughness around its edges. I hope you enjoy where I went with this one.

This week for the WWBH blog hop we’re using one picture and five words:

novel, socks, morals, spar, stool

They’re coming …

        ‘I dare you, go on.’
        ‘No way, you do it if you’re so interested.’
        ‘Nah, I’m too scared,’ declared Ryan, ‘you’re much braver than me, so it has to be you.’
        ‘Hasn’t the novelty worn off yet?’ I asked as my shoulders slumped.
        ‘It’s alright for you, coming from the city,’ Ryan replied, ‘but tramps in the village is totally new for the rest of us.’
        ‘He’s been there for three weeks. If he was going to do anything interesting, he’d have done it by now.’
        ‘Yes, but we only see him on the way to and from the bus stop, don’t we? Who knows what he’s up to during the day when we’re not here to keep an eye on him.’
        ‘Well, there’s so much choice, I’m sure he doesn’t know where to break into first.’
        ‘Don’t try and be funny, Will,’ said Ryan, giving me a shove, ‘doesn’t suit you. Just go and have a look in his bunker, that’s all I’m asking.’
        ‘You really have no morals at all do you? You want me to risk upsetting someone just so you can get a glimpse of his smelly socks?’
        ‘No,’ smirked Ryan, ‘I want you to glimpse his smelly socks.’
        ‘Fine.’ I left him and the rest of them on the pavement as I crossed the road and headed down the dirt track. I wasn’t worried, but my palms went sweaty nonetheless. I brushed them on my school trousers as I avoided the toadstools sprouting up through the mud, the bunker suddenly looming large in front of me.
        I didn’t even know what I was doing this for. To show Ryan I wasn’t as scared as him? To prove to myself there was nothing to be worried about? A shuffling from inside the bunker made me stop in my tracks, and the ground in front of me began to blur a little. A sign resting up against the bunker read ‘THEY’RE COMING! BE READY!’ At the sight of it my whole body released the tension it had been holding inside. Whoever it was in there, they weren’t a threat to me.
        I rounded the corner and got a glimpse inside, and found myself surprised at how spartan it was. I’d expected old bins full of junk, or maybe some kind of camp setup or something. It was empty apart from a single figure lying in the corner, and as I approached I could hardly believe what my eyes were telling me. The figure, whatever it was, certainly didn’t come from around here, that much I was certain of. I was so engrossed in examining it, I didn’t hear the shuffling coming back and stopping behind me, and then a voice whispered right into my ear.
        ‘They’re coming, are you ready?’
Word count: 463

Unwelcome Guest – A WWBH post

This post is part of the Writer Wednesday Blog Hop, a weekly meme designed to inspire creativity and encourage sharing of stories.

The hop is co-hosted by Leanne Sype at Writings and Ruminations, Tena Carr at Taini’s Writings and myself over at Reading, Writing and Everything in Between.

Here we are again for another installment of the WWBH. No, your eyes are not deceiving you, this is my second story in two weeks. Get me, eh?

This week we have two pictures to inspire us, courtesy of the lovely Tena Carr, so I hope you enjoy what I’ve come up with.

Unwelcome Guest

  2015/01/img_3902.jpg      ‘How much further do we have to go?’
        ‘Just over that rise there, and then it’s all downhill.’
        ‘It feels like we’ve been walking all day.’
        ‘We have been walking all day.’ Joey’s whining was long past the point of getting tiresome, and Rob’s patience only lasted so long.
        ‘I don’t see why we have to make this trip every week, Sabrina is perfectly capable of putting one foot in front of the other.’
        ‘You expect her to walk half a day to market, jostle about with everybody else, then walk half a day back? She’s six months pregnant, Joey. Don’t you think that’s a tad unfair?’
        ‘Well, she should have thought of that, shouldn’t she?’
        Rob rolled his eyes, looking upwards at his cousin. ‘Yeah, she really should’ve thought about the possibility of the world nearly ending before planning on starting a family.’
        ‘Right. I suppose we’ll have to help look after the nipper as well when it finally gets here.’
        I wonder if anyone would even notice if I just left you out here, Rob thought. He knew he probably wouldn’t. He’d been nothing but trouble since finding his way out of the desolation, but then his mother always said cockroaches have a way of surviving before squirming out of the woodwork. It was just a shame he’d squirmed up and found them.
        ‘So, Joey,’ Rob said, ‘how’ve you been getting on looking for your brothers? Any luck?’
        ‘Nah,’ he replied, ‘I think they ran in the other direction. Don’t think I’ll be seeing them again.’
        ‘Well, don’t you want to even try? They’re your brothers.’
        ‘If they’re stupid enough to run away from everyone else, they aren’t any brothers of mine.’
        ‘What?’
        ‘Well, how are they gonna survive out there, on there own?’
        ‘It can be done, you know. We’re doing it.’
        ‘Exactly, which is why I was clever to find you guys.’
  2015/01/img_3425.jpg      Lucky us.
        Finally, the track leveled out and they could see the shelter they’d built against the caves. Rob started sorting out his bag, ready to dish out the provisions.
        ‘I hope you got everything on the list, Joey. Mother’s very particular about being without anything.’
        ‘Of course, I got everything,’ he said, checking through his list. ‘She’ll be … ‘
        ‘What?’ asked Rob, his heart sinking, ‘what is it?’
        ‘I forgot the salt. Does she really need salt?’
        Rob couldn’t hide his grin, although he kept the satisfaction out of his voice. ‘You’d better get up early in the morning, Joey. It’s a long way back to market.’
                                                                                                                                                  Word count: 440

Find a penny, pick me up – A WWBH post

This post is part of the Writer Wednesday Blog Hop, a weekly meme designed to inspire creativity and encourage sharing of stories.

The hop is co-hosted by Leanne Sype at Writings and Ruminations, Tena Carr at Taini’s Writings and myself over at Reading, Writing and Everything in Between,

Welcome to the first prompt for 2015! I trust you had a good Christmas and New Year? Great!

My participation in this little hop dwindled somewhat in the last few months of 2014, so I have it on my New Year goal list to do better and submit more often. Fingers crossed I can keep it up

The challenge this week is to write a piece in up to 500 words using one picture and five random words:

PennyontheGround

Bottle, ostrich, schedule, binder, spoon

My story:

Find a penny, pick me up

So, here I am again, just sitting on the floor, waiting for someone to notice me and pick me up. Why does this always have to happen to me? You don’t see any other coins lingering on the ground for so long, do you? But I’m not worth very much really, not compared to the big guys.

Of course, if you put me together with enough of my fellows we all add up to the same as those guys. We’re usually the kind to spend the majority of our lives shut up in random money boxes, pots or bottles though. We don’t get to see much daylight.

I once knew another penny, he’d been stuck in a shoe box with me a long while until the big man took him away again. I thought he was a regular penny, like me, but it turns out he was kind of special, limited edition or something, and now he lives in some kind of binder with other rare coins. Fancy that, eh? Still, I don’t see how living wrapped away like that is any better than being in the shoe box. And I can’t see how a penny can ever be worth more then a penny, but there you go. These big people are quite strange.

I spent a few months rattling around in one of their tractors once. He wasn’t a regular farmer either, he had ostriches. Can you believe that? How much stranger can you get than farming ostriches?

I’m just biding my time here, enduring the wind and the rain, the footsteps and the pram wheels. It’s a good job I don’t have a schedule to keep like all these folks, I’d never get anything done! Now and then I get a tickle of interest, a child will spot me, but mum is usually dragging them along before they have a chance to reach me. Children are always the best ones to be found by, they think they’ve won the lottery whenever they find any money. They’re always getting you out to have a look at you, cleaning you up and putting you on display. They’re quite clumsy though, children, and will soon drop you as they’re rushing around.

There are some big ones that have ruined it for the majority of us, of course. I’ve had a few friends that have been glued to the pavement or driveway, tempting people to look a fool. Thanks to them we hardly get a chance now.

Still, I should be glad for what I am. If I were any other item, being lost or thrown away so often, I’d probably get melted down and turned into spoons or something. Now, what kind of life can that be, in and out of mouths all day. No thank you! I’d rather sit here on the pavement if it’s all the same to you.

Word count: 480