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Caged Bird #WEPFF Challenge featuring Kept #amwriting #flashfiction

Kept

Today, Mark bought me a pretty dress with a pair of matching shoes. I guess I’ll wear it tonight at the dinner party. This was the first time he insisted I use a caterer and party planner. He said I shouldn’t stress myself out over things like this. Parties are supposed to be fun. Of course, he’s right. I’m sure I’ll look lovely tonight and have a great time.

Today, Mark hired Rebecca to come by three days a week to do cleaning and laundry. He’s never complained about the way I keep house, but I guess he thought I could use the help. The house is pretty big for one person to manage on their own. Plus, he said once the children come, I’ll have my hands full with them. Of course, he’s right. Rebecca is very sweet and works wonders on sweat stains.

Today, Mark came home with a new electric car with a custom ladybug paint job. He knows I adore ladybugs, but I don’t know why he felt the need for the surprise. I guess with me only driving into town a few days a week now, there’s no need for me to hold on to my old SUV. Plus, he said he found a guy to take it off our hands at a good rate. Of course, he’s right. The smaller car is more practical for traveling such short distances.

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Today, Mark bought me a pearl necklace and I cried alone in my room for an hour. He’s been so understanding, more understanding than I can comprehend. I know having kids was a big deal for him, and yet, he seems to be coping with my infertility a lot better than I am. I’m so lucky he loves me so much. Of course, he’s right. We don’t have to have children to be happy together. We can find other ways to leave a legacy while keeping each other all to ourselves.

Today, Mark told me our plans to visit his folks at the lake were canceled but that we’d go next weekend, just the two of us. I guess it’ll be nice for just the two of us to get away from our regular routine, but I was really looking forward to seeing family. I feel like it’s been ages. Of course, he’s right. It’s just not good timing to be with family while we’re still focusing on healing us.

Today, Mark hired a private chef as a surprise to pamper me with some of my favorite Mediterranean dishes, though it was a bit inconvenient. I did have plans to meet up with a girlfriend I haven’t seen in months, but I didn’t want to seem ungrateful. I know he just wants me to feel loved. Of course, he’s right. A good friend will understand and let me make it up to her later.

Today, Mark explained to me about the strange medications I found hidden in his golf bag. Rebecca had asked to see if there were any other items she could throw into the wash to make a full load and there they were. He said the doctor had prescribed them in case I needed help relaxing during the time after learning we couldn’t conceive, but I never took any of them. He said he kept them from me because I was strong enough to cope without them. He’s right, of course. I didn’t really need those drugs to help me get through that time.

Today, my cell phone went missing. Rebecca and I searched the entire house. We checked my car and the guest house, but it seems to have disappeared off the face of the earth. When Mark gets home, we’ll have to make sure the account is secure and order me a new phone. Never thought I’d wish for a landline.

Today, I asked Mark where Rebecca was. She hadn’t come on Monday and had yet to arrive today. I didn’t think this was the week she was taking off, but perhaps my days were blending together. I have trouble keeping up with the days ever since I lost my phone. I hope she’s okay.

Today, Mark came home early and brought me four new dresses. He said he wanted me to put on a show for him. I didn’t really want to do it, but he seemed eager to see me model the clothes he’d picked out for me. I guess I should be grateful he hasn’t left me for a younger, fertile woman.

Today, Rebecca scaled the perimeter wall and gave me a burner phone. She told me she’d been fired after discovering the truth of the pills Mark has been slipping into my food. Rebecca told me to pack a bag and toss it over the wall. She said she and some friends would break me out tomorrow when Mark left for work. I don’t know what’s happening, but I think Rebecca’s right. I think Mark is doing something to me and I need to break free.

Today, I woke up in a hospital bed. My parents, my in-laws, and all my friends were there. Rebecca was there too. They were all sitting and standing around with paper cups of coffee and tea talking to police officers scribbling words on small white pads. Mark wasn’t there, and I felt relieved.

Today, I had lunch with my mom, Rebecca, and my childhood best friend. We’re planning a hiking trip in Nevada and will squeeze in a few days at Las Vegas before heading back. Sometimes, I feel like a character in a book, only my story isn’t fiction. Mark destroyed my mind and made himself the center of my whole world. I do believe he loved me once, but his love turned to obsession and I was too traumatized and intoxicated to help myself. It’s been a year now and my mind is finally clear. I’m at peace and it’s time for me to spread my wings and fly.

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FCA-1013-words- Kept 2019 Copyright © Toinette J. Thomas

Please visit other entries in this hop and enjoy some funny, scary, touching, and thought-provoking stories. You’ll be so glad you did.

Update 6/25/19- I took ill suddenly and was offline for more than a week. I am now playing catch up and reading through the entries in this hop. 

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Jewel Box #WEPFF Challenge featuring The Marble Collector #amwriting #flashfiction

I honestly wasn’t sure I’d make a contribution this time around, but I gave myself a challenge I just didn’t feel right walking away from. I had to dig into my dark side, a bit, on this one. I challenged myself to write from the POV of a villain but struggled to find a villain I could relate to. In the end, I created an anti-hero (sort of); someone who is clearly in the wrong, but thinks what they are doing is justified for a worthy cause. Hopefully, it doesn’t come off too forced. I’d love feedback on this because this is a learning project and will help me hone my skill as a writer.

5/1/19 Update-Thank you so much for this honor. It was a wonderful learning experience. Click this image to see the other winners.

4/24/19 Update- This story has been edited and altered based on feedback received in the comments of this post; click here to see the original submission.

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The Marble Collector

He wasn’t easy to find. Most of these guys come to me, but when things are slow, I go hunting. I spent hours scouring the web for ads and missed connections with just the right words and clues. I used to hate that these guys were so good at speaking in code, but now it’s part of the fun.

I enjoy the thrill of stalking my prey. Sometimes, the hardest part is picking just one to take down. The one I have my sights on now is probably the juiciest morsel yet.

There he is, now, exiting his place of business, just like clockwork. Stepping onto the pavement as though he’d escaped some terrible fate. Immediately pulling his tie away from his neck and shaking his head, to clear away the dullness of reality before walking to his car to begin living out his wildest fantasies.

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This is where Mr. Lion will meet The Marble Collector. Right here in his home. Standing here watching him sleep like a baby, one would never guess the horrific acts that fuel his fantasies. Soon, though, everyone will know.

I’ve gathered all the evidence; photos, videos, IP addresses, “secret” IMs and DMs (guess his firewall isn’t as good as me). It’s all here and ready to be put on display for the world to see…

And when they see this lion for the coward he truly is, everyone will rest easier knowing that another monster has been put down.

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This used to be my least favorite part of the challenge, but over the years, I’ve grown to appreciate it. I mean, there is something to be said about Retail Therapy. Today, I drove one hundred miles east of Mr. Lion’s home to buy supplies. The usual things such as heavy-duty garbage bags, plastic lining, gloves, etc.

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The hardest part of this hunt is always finding the right container for the evidence. I’d resorted to using a cheap knickknack box a while back and have kept up the tradition ever since. It was so comical the way the news journalist tried to piece together the significance of the box. Some thought it was a memento the monster had given one of his victims and that the victim was his killer. When I used a similar box the next time, the News finally began to report me as a serial killer.

Serial Killer is not a term I associate myself with, but if it helps to keep more monsters from coming out of the woods to attack the innocent, I’ll own it. Besides, I’m not the bad guy. I take down the bad guys.

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He came home late, as usual. Slipping into his own back door so his neighbors have no idea the kind of fantasy life he lives. Stripped down from soiled clothes immediately placed in the washing machine, he was annoyed when it didn’t turn on. He decided to take his shower and address the clothes later. After he woke to find himself bound and gagged, I explained that I’d disabled the washing machine earlier so there’d be a blood trail leading back to his latest victim.

I used to not be able to do the last part of my ritual while the monster was still breathing, but now, I savor the moment when I scoop out the monster’s eyes. The same eyes used to glare at and ogle his victims. They will go nicely with my collection.

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Ugh, this guy has been walking around for half an hour pretending like he’s into this stuff. I know what he really wants. Wish he would just go ahead and ask.

“Excuse me. This your store?”

I pull a strand of hair behind my ear and smile. “Sure is. Been into sci-fi and fantasy ever since I was a kid.”

His face lights up. “Whoa, really? Don’t know too many chi…, I mean, women who are into this stuff.”

I shrug, “Times are changing. Ain’t no shame in liking what you like, right?” I wink.

Just then a pack of kids comes through the door. “Heard you got some crazy cool marbles here.” I point to the side wall next to the window. I want to show these boys around, but I’m about to hook a new prey.

“Ah hem,” he lowers his head and whispers, “I heard you carry old photographs here. The kind you can’t really get anywhere else. Photos of some real out-of-this-world stuff.”

I smile, got him, and show him a card. “Read this, memorize it quickly. Make an appointment and don’t come back into the store without buying something. It looks better that way.”

He stares at the card, then rushes out the door. I walk up to the group of boys who all seem to have made their selections but are all just standing around the large jewel case behind the glass. I know exactly what they want.

“So, I guess you boys want to see my exclusive collection of realistic eye-ball marbles before you make your purchases don’t you?”

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“Monsters, they think they are powerful because they take what they see and use and abuse it ‘til it’s gone. I know better. I take away their sight and show the world the cowards they really are.” ~ The Marble Collector

FCA-927-words- The Marble Collector 2019 Copyright © Toinette J. Thomas

Thanks to Jamie of uniquely maladjusted, I’ve turned this story into an unofficial Dexter fan fiction. I supposed this could be the story of what happens to Lumen Ann Pierce once she leaves Dexter.

Please visit other entries in this hop and enjoy some funny, scary, touching, and thought-provoking stories. You’ll be so glad you did.


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28 Days #WEPFF Challenge featuring The Sarah Cycle #amwriting #flashfiction

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The Sarah Cycle

Day 28- Sarah is sad again. Melissa was taken to the hospital today. Sarah was told the girl would likely not return. Sarah decided to watch puppy videos online to console herself.

Day 1, First Impression- Today, Sarah got to meet Abby. Abby seems eager to connect with Sarah, but Sarah seems apprehensive to interact with this new girl.

Day 3- Abby has been leaving puzzles and riddles for Sarah to solve on the table in the center of the room. The girl seems to be tickled at how quickly Sarah solves each one. Sarah has made no attempt to interact with Abby other than to solve her riddles and puzzles.

Day 5, First Attributes- Abby seems to be losing interest in getting to know Sarah just as Sarah seems to be showing an interest in Abby. Abby has started solving many of the puzzles and riddles on her own without asking Sarah for input.

Day 7, First Indirect Contact- Abby fell today when she grew bored with puzzles and decided to time herself running the length of the room. Sarah reached out to console Abby, but then quickly pulled away. Sarah called out for help and offered Abby a teddy bear to hold until someone came to help.

Day 8- Sarah asked if Abby would be back tomorrow and smiled when she learned that Abby would return after a day of rest.

Day 9- Today, Sarah greeted Abby when she arrived and the two played together all day. When it was time for Abby to leave, she reached out to hug Sarah, but Sarah told her maybe they could hug another day. Abby tilted her head and then shrugged before waving goodbye.

Day 12, First Symptoms- The girls enjoyed another day of play, but Abby soon grew tired of bouncing around. When Sarah asked if she could read to Abby, she quickly requested three of her favorite books for Sarah to read.

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Day 15- Each day the girls play less and less but seem to enjoy each other’s company more and more. Abby adores the way Sarah reads to her, expressing that she wished adults would read to her with such funny voices.

Day 18, Secondary Symptoms- Abby arrived late to play time today and Sarah yelled at her that she was very worried. Abby said that she wasn’t feeling well but didn’t want to miss their play time. Instead of their usual game of tag, Sarah suggested they start with a game of hot and cold, it did not require either of them to run in order to play it.

Day 19, First Contact- Today when Abby was getting ready to leave, Sarah asked for a hug. Abby hesitated at first and asked if Sarah was sure she wanted a hug. Sarah said, “Yes. I want to hug you because you are the best best-friend I’ve ever had.”

Day 22, Final Symptoms- Abby arrive late to play time again, but Sarah didn’t yell at her. She prepared a special reading nook for Abby to lay in and told her, upon arrival, that she would sing and dance for her before reading some of her favorite stories.

Day 25- Abby didn’t arrive to play time today and Sarah was very upset. She asked for Abby all day. Sarah refused to eat or play with any of her toys.

Day 26, Critical Condition- Abby came to play time today, but she could barely hold her head up or keep her eyes open. Sarah told her it was fine and that she would take care of her. Sarah set Abby up in the special reading nook she’d made for her a few days before.

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Day 27- After a day of singing, dancing, and reading to Abby, Sarah gave her a big hug and told her she couldn’t wait to see her again the next day.

Day 28- Sarah is sad again. Abby was taken to the hospital today. Sarah was told the girl would likely not return. Sarah decided to watch sloth videos online to console herself.

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FCA- 677-words- The Sarah Cycle 2019 Copyright © Toinette J. Thomas

Please visit other entries in this hop (February 1-20) and enjoy some funny, scary, touching, and thought-provoking stories. You’ll be so glad you did. Look for names with DL next to it.

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