Thank you @mariannewest for another fabulous #freewrite challenge. And its the weekend! Hurrah for the weekend freewrite challenge! This challenge involves three prompts. So each part of the story is informed by the next prompt.
To learn more and take part visit @mariannewest/weekend-freewrite-2-3-2018-part-1-the-first-sentence
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My grandfather lied to my grandmother. I guess it runs in the family.
It's in my genes, I guess you'd say.
Back then, my grandfather didn't have a choice. When he met my grandmother he looked human enough, and he had studied enough of human culture to make sure his new "human" body grew at the right rate. She was 16 when she first laid eyes on the strapping young man that my grandfather had created.
She was putting the washing through the mangle, she told me once, and then all of a sudden she saw him. A great big tower of a man. Beautiful, she described him. I never met him, of course. He'd been summoned back a long time before I was born, but I've seen the photos and it is true that he was god like. I wish I had inherited that from him, instead of all the other bits.
Though I guess beautiful people have their burden to carry too...
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Margaret had this habit of spitting. It began to get on my nerves.
That was when I first noticed I was different to other people.
On the way to school once she spat, trying to aim for a dried up dog turd that sat on the side of the road. But the wind was too high and it took hold of the spittle and it landed right on my lips. I remember feeling a rage, like I hadn't felt before. Not like the tantrums I'd had when I was small. No this was different. Worse.
Way fucking worse.
Perhaps it was the adolescent hormones - the human ones doing something with the other ones, I don't know. All I do know it that Margaret ended up hanging upside down twenty foot high up in an old oak tree. There was no one around to witness it that time, so when the firemen came and got her down, and the police came too, both of us told the truth when we said we didn't know what had happened.
But I had a feeling it had something to do with me...
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Grandmother told me later, she found out the day her mother slapped her face. Her and grandfather had gone round for tea.
My great grandmother was a bitch, according to everyone I have ever spoken to, anyway.
She had treated my grandmother badly all her life, and she resented her marrying my grandfather, because she wanted my grandmother to care for her. Anyway, there was some kind of argument, and my grandmother said something and her mother slapped her. My grandmother said, the next thing she knew her mother was stuck to the ceiling. She was up there for an hour, hollering and screaming.
At first grandmother told me she was worried, but grandfather was so calm and took charge. She realised then that grandfather was not a 'normal' man.
That he had lied to her.
But she forgave him, because she realised why he had to do it. Grandfather made that old bitch apologise before he got her down, and she was as nice as pie ever after.
And now I have to talk to you, my love.
I need to tell you about me. About what I am.
I hope you will be as understanding as my grandmother was...
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Written on http://www.themostdangerouswritingapp.com/, five minutes each prompt. The picture is a shadow selfie I took on holiday in December.
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Very short stories (stories told in exactly 50 words)
“Love Will Defeat Hate”
Forbidden love.
@felt.buzz/love-will-defeat-hate-an-original-fictional-love-story-in-fiftywords-for-the-365daysofwriting-challenge
“Stranded”
Stuck on an island. Can Bill escape, alive?
@felt.buzz/stranded-an-original-fictional-story-told-in-exactly-fiftywords
"Van Diemen's Land"
Crime does pay… if you wanted a one way ticket down under
@felt.buzz/van-diemen-s-land-an-original-fictions-story-told-in-fiftywords
Some more of my short stories
“Trouble”
He loves his wife. But he might have forgotten something…
@felt.buzz/trouble-an-original-work-of-fiction-for-the-365daysofwriting
“The Restless Wandering Shade”
A ghostly tale
@felt.buzz/the-restless-wandering-shade-an-original-fictional-horror-story-based-on-fireawaymarmot-s-song-of-the-same-name
“The Curse”
Will we ever learn?
@felt.buzz/the-curse-an-original-work-of-fiction-for-the-365daysofwriting-challenge
“True Love”
Some people are meant to be together
@felt.buzz/true-love-an-original-fictional-story-for-the-5-minute-freewrite-challenge
Some big news for me! One of my steemit stories (Reunion - told in 8 parts last month) has been selected to appear in the Isle of Write Anthology (see this post @isleofwrite/isle-of-write-fiction-publication-week-1-roundup). I am so excited to be a part of this. Please pay them a visit and check out the other stories that have been selected too. You too can be curated: so read the post and find out how!
