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A Shattered Existence

August 3, 2012

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An Excerpt From: A Shattered Existence

By ALICIA MCLEOD

Sleep was all I had been able to do for days. Who would have thought that a vacation, which was meant to be relaxing, could exhaust someone this much. My friends and I had just gotten back from a trip to Costa Rica. I had wanted to lay on the beach for the whole week we were there, but I ended up being dragged from activity to activity by my friends. I am not an incredibly fit person, so the strenuous activities like white water rafting, hiking and cliff jumping were quite exhaustive.

I was using the weekend of our return from paradise to fully relax and recuperate. I was allowing myself to drift in and out of sleep on the plush, worn-in couch in my living room. I rarely dreamed, but today was a major exception. The dream I had was indeed a strange one, because if I didn’t know any better I might think I was still awake. I was on my couch, just as in real life, but I was awake and staring down the hallway towards the bedrooms. What happened next ensured me that I was in fact dreaming, even though it felt so real. An apparition appeared in the spare bedroom doorway and began to drift down the hall toward me. It was hard to make out, due to the fact that it was quite opaque, but I could make out enough of the features to be able to tell that it was a middle aged man. There was no discernible body, it was more like a smoky, shapeless wisp. The face was quite handsome, even though it was colorless. The grey scaled features were easy to make out. His eyes, although lacking color, were like deep pools of black ink and expressed a profound sadness. They were quite beautiful and I held his gaze, spellbound. I wasn’t afraid, even though this was obviously a paranormal encounter and I had never experienced anything like it before.

The ghost floated toward me and hovered above the couch, staring down at me. He lowered himself down on me and began to caress my body; All I felt was a cool breeze, chilling me and causing goosebumps to pop up all over my skin. The spirit began to make love to me! At this point I was simultaneously afraid and excited. Something about the whole encounter felt so sensual and was so unique, that it had stuck with me even long after I awoke.

Over the next few weeks I thought about the dream, and the spirit of the man, frequently. I was ready to store it in my memory bank, one strange, lucid dream to reflect on from time to time, but something happened that wouldn’t allow me to.

This story will be continued and available to read in a future, printed anthology of a collection of short stories. Future notifications about the publication of this anthology will appear on this site, as they become available.

Lucky Girl

July 26, 2012

Lucky Girl

By ALICIA MCLEOD

Ok calm down. It’s just a lottery ticket; a few numbers. A few numbers shouldn’t be scary, should they?

I look down in disbelief at the slightly crumpled ticket in my hand. It is just a lottery ticket, I tell myself again. There are just so many thoughts and fears racing through my head.

Could there be a mistake? Maybe, it’s a definite possibility. Yes, there has been a mistake. People like me just don’t win the lottery.

Who should I tell? Should I even tell anyone? What should I do next?

I close my eyes with a sigh and start to evaluate. The jackpot is 7.3 million  dollars. Did I win it all or just a portion? Perhaps there will be a huge party, sponsored by the lottery corporation; and I’ll get to meet loads of interesting people, and the others who will share the jackpot. Maybe one of them will be a handsome, single, young man; just as helpless as me, and the two of us can go on a mad spending spree.

I open my eyes and look down at the ticket one more time. As my eyes scan it, I realize that nobody in the world deserves this more than me. I have had such a run of bad luck lately, and come to think to think of it this has got to be fate.

I stand up and shove the ticket into my jeans pocket. Ruddy, ripped, old jeans — first purchase will be a new, very expensive, designer wardrobe. I can barely contain my excitement.

Part One of an Ongoing Series – Fantasy Flash Fiction

July 26, 2012 1 Comment

Fantasy Flash Series Part One

By ALICIA MCLEOD

Colette crept into her brother’s bedchamber quiet as a mouse. It would be her head if anyone found her out of bed at this hour. The moonlight shone softly through the window creating shadows on the wall. She wondered if the shadows would punish her if they knew what she was doing. Suddenly she was at her older brother’s bedside. She brushed the long brown hair out of her eyes, ignoring the film of sweat that had formed on her brow. The bed was tall and she had to stand on her tiptoes to see Cadby’s face. They were four years apart, she eight and him twelve. He looked so peaceful and for a moment she almost lost her nerve. Colette reached into her pocket to grab the vial, and her shifting arm allowed the moonlight to pass by and land on her sleeping brother’s face. There it was, the bain of her existence, her brother’s soft blonde curls laid softly on the pillow highlighted by the glow of the moon. His lovely blonde hair that was so different from her own. She remembered why she was standing there and clenched her fist tightly around the vial in her pocket. She drew the vial out and opened it slowly. The liquid inside had no taste or smell. Just do it quickly and it will be over, she told herself as she raised the vial to her brother’s lips. Praying silently to herself that he wouldn’t wake up, she began to pour the poison down her brother’s throat.

Part Two of an Ongoing Series – Fantasy Flash Fiction

July 26, 2012

Fantasy Flash Series Part Two

By ALICIA MCLEOD

Colette was nervously smoothing her sweaty palms over her skirts. Finally Prince Jakoi placed his hand firmly over hers, trapping it on her thigh. She turned to him and forced a smile, using her free hand to flick a golden strand of hair out of her bright green eyes. Prince Jakoi’s father, King Lance Torothean stood up from the royal throne in the middle of the dais.
“I bid all of you welcome.” The king bellowed to the lords, ladies and common people collected in the throne room. His voice matched his girth and his round stomach shook under the black and gold tunic as he spoke. Colette, started to tremble slightly and the prince tightened his grip on her hand.
“Today is an eventful one.” He continued. “My son’s betrothed has arrived from the southern Kingdom of Koth, and this evening is the royal wedding. I bid you all welcome to sit and sup at my royal table, and to celebrate this joyous union.” The King lowered his massive body back into the ornate throne.