He felt dizzy and fell hard; his head bleeding profusely. Running to him, she, too, tumbled. Her arm snapped, and she screamed.
She crawled painfully to him. “Are you okay, Jack?”
He winced. “There’s something wrong with the well water, Jill. I feel sick. Tell everyone not to drink it.”
“Oh, Jack,” Jill bawled from her inability to stem his hemorrhage. Even more so as she tried to get up, feeling the jaggedness of her broken bone. A dark shadow fell over her and Jack, accompanied with the sound of flapping wings. Looking through her tears, she saw a creature with an eagle’s head, wings, and a lion’s body.
The griffin undulated, as it hovered close to her. She swore that if she hadn’t pulled back, its beak would have pecked one of her eyes. Instinctively shutting her eyes tightly and holding her breath, she could hear the beating of its wings grow faint. Slowly opening her eyes, she saw it fly further away; and that was when she noticed how strange the sky appeared. Never in all her life had she seen the sky look . . . she searched for a word to describe it, and “damaged” came to mind. Her next thought was, “Is this how the end of the world will look?”
From beyond the heavens, far removed from what she could see or even imagine, was a flurry of activity in another world.
The mother and her little girl had been standing in line for nearly an hour to get their brilliantly illustrated, pop-up, 3-D book of Nursery Rhymes with the child’s name in script. As the next one in line, the girl excitedly placed her book on the table’s edge before the other people in front of her, completely moved out-of-the-way. With all the books and other knickknacks crowding the area, perhaps that’s why she failed to see the open bottle of ink close to the table’s edge.
Soon thereafter, first the book, and then the bottle of ink, crashed to the floor. The book landed face-up with the pages open and the ink splashed on it.
Just as the little girl was picking up her book, a little boy, who had been standing in line while playing with a toy griffin, accidentally crashed his toy into the girl’s book and ripped through a few of the pages. Quickly, the little girl sidestepped, preventing further damage.
Her mother rushed over to her daughter. Oh, bother. She glanced at the open book and saw how the black ink had landed right in the middle of the well illustration from the story of Jack and Jill.
Ohhhh…really? nothing else to say…(in a good way though)
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Oh, Mich –Well, thanks for reading, I guess!
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The story certainly became distinct and unique! I didn’t expect the ending.
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Karina, you always have such an amazing imagination! I enjoy working with you very much. Cheers, fellow monster. 🍷 🍷 xo
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Wow, I had to reread part of it, and that was great, when it forces you to take it back in again, but the right way, it’s mind numbing, great stuff!
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Well, taking it back in the wrong way would probably hurt — especially with a griffin involved. 😀
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Haha, true, that, would not be something I’d really like to talk about in large groups… Hi, my names Matt, I was, I… Sorry, I-it’s still hard to talk about, but I was, oh god, I was sexually abused by a griffin….
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LOL! I don’t know, Matt. I bet we’ll be reading a story about a terrifying perverted griffin on your blog soon! 😀 I get a kick out of your unorthodox brain.
~PR
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This is awesome, you guys. What a wild direction to take an already wild fifty word story. Great use of imagination.
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You’re such a sweet, lad! 😀 Hey, would you do me a favor and check your email? It’s in regards to the last message you sent. Don’t answer my question in the comments section; just via SMM’s email please. Thanks!
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Bitter coated sugar pill, are we preparing for All Hallows or just buying candy?
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Thanks once again fellow bloggers and horrormeisters. Fun, fun for Halloween is moving right along. Can hardly wait for the pumpkin parade!
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It’ll be a tiny parade but fun, nonetheless, so do follow my baton!
~PR
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OK!
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Reblogged this on Karina Pinella and commented:
Another fun expanded 50-word story collaboration with fellow blogger, Poet Rummager, and the story posted on Dead Donovan’s SlasherMonster Magazine.
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Thank you for all your brilliant contributions! How’s Germany? I hope you’re having a blast!!
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Having fun! Thanks so much. Eating great food and seeing lots of beautiful places. Will be sharing them in some upcoming posts next month.
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I’ll look forward to your posts! Good to hear you’re having fun. 🎃 If you’re flying out on Halloween, let us know if you see any witches on broomsticks. 😃
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Will be on the lookout!
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I reblogged your post here, as you can see but I can’t edit very well with my smartphone so I will add links to your blog names (SMM included) when I get back.
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No worries! Thanks so much for reblogging.
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Thank you ever so much!! I’ll be visiting soon.
~PR
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I really enjoyed the story Ladies. 💀
A great read. 😎
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Thank you!
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You’re so wonderful! I always enjoy your encouraging words, my darkest friend. xo
~PR
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This was a very beautiful journey through a waking nightmare. The ones where you’re half asleep and you can’t stop the action. I like the interweaving between dimensions. That is classic horror. You really know how to work an ending.
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Thanks for your encouraging words!
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Yes, your writing is magnificent, Karina — SMM wouldn’t be as bone tingling without you!!!
~PR
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You’re too kind, thanks
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Thank you soooo much, SB!! Your words make me bones tingle 😀
~PR
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Utterly amazing and I really mean it. A simple childhood would never be the same for me. A great read this was.
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Thanks for reading! The creativity is certainly unique.
–FlyTrapMan–
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