The Girl Who Lived (1)

I saw the picture for this week’s Picture It & Write challenge and before I knew it, I had a new serial on my hands. Since I’m about to move again, this is a good thing – it means I know what I’ll post over the next few days.

Hope you enjoy the story.

(c) Kaeros-Stock

Part I: The Hermit

The metal steps are vibrating underneath my pounding feet. I’m going to bang on the hermit’s door in a second, so there’s no point in being quiet. It’s counterintuitive, going up a metal staircase, but it’s better than making it in the plains. The rumble of faraway thunder makes me climb faster.

I’ve survived an electrical storm before, but I’m not in the mood for fate-tempting. If he doesn’t let me in, I’ll find out if I’ll survive another.

Bang, bang, bang. The static that means lightning is about to strike fills the air.

Please, let him open the door.


Price of Admission

NOT my picture for Photo 101

She clings on to the branch. The water’s so cold she can’t feel her feet. The cold’s creeping up her legs. If she loses control of them, she’ll smash into a rock.

Someone calls her name, but she has to concentrate. It’s the tricky bit. She’s half-convinced she won’t make it. Dodge rocks – right, left, right. Somehow, she’s still alive.

‘Oi, Daisy. Alright?’

‘Course. Fine.’

The older girls throw her a rope. She doesn’t care anymore as long as she doesn’t have to swim again. The alpha girl, Rosie, looks scared. And impressed. She nods.

‘Welcome to the club.’


The picture above is the Picture It & Write prompt for this week. I thought I’d not do any flash fiction challenges while I participate in Photo 101, but I suppose I was wrong. It helps that the theme for today’s photo is water.

And here’s my water photo:

Swansea Bay
Swansea Bay