Laura's PhotoPrompt #5

Running inside to answer the phone, Shelly called over her shoulder, “Tim, you wait for me before you open that cellar door, okay?”  Without waiting for an answer, Shelly grabbed the phone.

“Shelly…Shelly?  Is that you?”

  

“Hi, Grandma!  Didn’t expect to hear from you so soon after your visit yesterday!  What….”  

“Shelly, listen to me.  I found out about the folks who built your house.  Shelly, whatever you do, DO NOT open that cellar door!  You hear me…?  Shelly?”

A distant scream sounded and then the line went dead.

This was a post from June 2012 and then re-posted January 2016.

This is a post from ages ago, but I liked it.  It is the dark side in me--a dark twisted side.   June 4, 2012 seems so long ago...

Wednesday Words: Oranges

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A gauzy fog rolled over the low ground, then rose in a flamboyant curtain of a freezing mist.  

Soon each orange was covered with a thin coat of clear ice, as stilettos of icicles lined the branches, shimmering through shadowy moonlight.  

In the morning at sunrise, glittering diamonds across the orchard disappeared as ice turned to water, which fell to frosty grass 

below.

Delores from Under the Porch Light started this meme to shake up writers and challenge them with some interesting ideas.  Her computer rebelled, so several bloggers are taking turns to pass the baton.

This week the words are provided by Randomosity

Every week, we are given a selection of prompts; what we do with those prompts is up to the blogger.  Try a short story, poem, song, prose, or nothing at all.

Some of us share our creations in the post’s comment section, while others post on their own blog. IF you choose to post on your own blog, please write that in the comment section, in order that readers can hunt you down, and enjoy your creation.

This week there are two sets of 6 words each, a photo, and a bit of music.  Let your fingers do the typing!

Crushed

Cursed and Crushed

Gary listened to Weather Channel all week, watching anxiously.  Would the storm head straight toward his house?

 

Branches swayed, leaves and lawn chairs flew. Now!  It’s time!

Gary grabbed his ax, racing to the massive rotting maple tree behind his house.  With just a few chops, it would sway and fall—smashing the house and all in it.  Can’t sell it. Ex-wife won’t leave.  Insurance settlement…That’s what I need.

Powerful gusts grabbed the tree, twisted it, and dropped it on his 
ex-wife’s new car. 

Damn! He pondered. “Emily? You okay?...”

Ax in hand, Gary walked into the house. Other chopping to do.