DON’T GO THERE

 

 

Photo Copyright: Mike Vore

NOTE: This is late as I’ve had serious server problems. Things seem much better now.

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–July 16th, 2017. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt taken by him or sent in by one of the participants in the group of writers. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words, not including the title and inspired by the prompt. This weeks prompt was sent in by Mike Vore. Thanks, Mike.

To read the other stories written by group members, just click on the link below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/07/16/sunday-photo-fiction-july-16th-2017/

Genre: Speculative Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

DON’T GO THERE by P.S. Joshi

Brian was exploring Millersburg. His dad now had a job there and had moved the family. He especially wanted to investigate the weather-beaten, deserted house on State Street he’d seen as they drove past.

An elderly man was staggering along the street so Brian decided to question him.

“Hey, Mister is that old house on State haunted?”

The man stared at him and shook his head.

“Sonny, don’t go there. It was a terrible place back in the day. The owner held prayer meetings but I heard they wasn’t praying to the Lord in the Bible. No sir.

“A buddy of mine said he peeked in one time and they was making funny chalk marks on the floor. He never went back. Scared the daylights out of him.

“One night there was screaming like people was gettin’ killed. The sheriff and his men went there and they said it was a terrible mess, blood, and bodies everywhere. Don’t go there, son.”

The old man shuffled off mumbling to himself.

Old drunk, Brian thought. He was now more excited than ever.

The house was up ahead. Running to it he slowly ascended the rickety, sagging steps.

No one saw him again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BEYOND THE GATE

Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–May 21st, 2017. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt donated by himself or one of the other writers in the group. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words, not including the title and inspired by the prompt. This week’s prompt was from Al Forbes himself.

To read the other stories written by group members, just click on the link below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/05/21/sunday-photo-fiction-may-21st-2017/

Genre: Dystopian Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

BEYOND THE GATE by P.S. Joshi

Chand and his Section Ten patrollers were now in a desolate land on the edge of their assigned territory. The single good thing about this area was the lack of mutants. There were no caves for miles, nowhere to hide.

Up ahead there was a stone wall. It seemed to have been part of a compound at one time, perhaps used during the Greatest War that ended about two hundred years before.

As they approached they saw words on the gate in the wall,  TRAITOR’S GATE. There were terrifying stories about people crammed into walled areas as punishment for doing even the slightest act considered as disobedient. Anyone trying to escape was shot on sight.

Before peace came, some mutants climbed the walls and killed captives before the guards could shoot the creatures. They were bloodthirsty and didn’t  think about getting out, only in.

When the war ended, there was insufficient medicine and caregivers to save many prisoners so they rapidly died. The bodies were burned to keep the ravenous mutants who roamed the area during the war and hid in bombed-out buildings from consuming the remains.These appalling places were deserted, falling to ruin as seemed fitting to all.

Note: An ominous feeling still hangs over the place even after two centuries. The patrollers, even though hardened, are reluctant to enter the area. Strange rumors circulate about continued unnatural occurrences even though the place is thought to have been deserted.