Welcome to the October WEP+IWSG challenge.
On the WEP blog it states the following: “OCTOBER is the month for screams and chills, ghosts and ghoulies, mystery and fear.” I’m always hesitant to write anything linked to horror. However, it goes further to say: “Most WEP-ers go with horror for October but what if it isn’t your bag? No problem. Just interpret these prompts without a smidgen of anything extra-sensory.”
I may not feel comfortable writing “pure horror” but I kind of like the idea of “extra-sensory”.
This story is one I found amongst my flash fiction works-in-progress folder. I hope it scares you… even a little…
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It was spectacular, a treat for the eyes, a canvas splashed in shades of oranges-reds-golds, as the sun disappeared behind the horizon. As the light faded, the sharp outline of the thatched-roof bungalow was reduced to an eerie silhouette. The idyllic beach view of a few hours earlier, complete with white sand and cerulean blue sea forming a picturesque background, was now replaced by shadows, barely visible in the last few moments before the light disappeared completely.
An unmistakable scent of coconut wafted from the assorted cocktail glasses that were passed around. Twelve committee members were represented at the gathering. They spoke little. Each person occupied with his own thoughts and the story he would contribute. The nearby sea as the tide rushed in competed with the distant music of the jungle night. The heartbeat of the jungle was raw and primitive. It was living, breathing, pulsating; a cacophony of weird and wonderful sounds that combined to create a unique and sensual rhythm.
They could feel it. There was no escaping its power.
As the sun disappeared, a new atmosphere unfolded, thick and sizzling with anticipation. Nearby, masked figures formed a circle. The slow thump of a drum began. Grey clouds gathered and then, as if the fast-forward remote control button had been activated, the scene sped up, as more and more clouds joined in.
The drumming continued, sharp and demanding.
Time moved forward, restless and urgent.
Dark grey clouds weighed down, ready to burst open. Forked lightning slashed across the sky to illuminate a dazzling panorama of trees and bushes whipped to a frenzy by the wind. Raindrops bounced everywhere. The heavy drops changed into a merciless torrential downpour as the sky unleashed its monster.
The floor vibrated with the sound of drum beats and thunder, loud and jarring, like the approach of a marching band, the volume turned up to maximum level. Raindrops morphed into hailstones, pelting down with a vengeance, bigger and bigger.
The monster was in full force now.
As the monster raged, the thatched-roof bungalow remained intact. Inside the main room, important decisions were made. Lives changed, irrevocably as alliances were forged and long-standing friendships were put to the test. All the deliberations of the evening were undertaken with one goal in mind, which bonded each person to the other, in a strange manner; a goal each one was committed to, until the next clandestine gathering.
WORDS – 401
FCA – As per preference list below.
I’ve decided to re-post my poem from the October 2013 WEP challenge. I had so much fun writing this!
It boasts a collection of some of my favorite authors/poets. Poetry is my first love…but it’s since been ousted by flash fiction. But that’s a post for another day.
“I am trying to connect with the late Dr. Seuss”—-
And never imagined what chaos was about to be loosed?
The air filled with tension
The lights all a-flicker
And my friend with a snicker
Which soon turned to a frown
His jaw dropped to the ground
And there stood the infamous man of all rhyme
He popped up, he hopped up
In the nick of all time
“You called and I came.”
Informed Dr. Seuss
And then all of a sudden
All hell did break loose
Go from here! Scatter! You’d better vamoose!
We turned – almost certain that this was a ruse…
And you’ll never believe it
You’ll never guess who
They waved in excitement
Thing 1 and Thing 2
They popped up they hopped up
What were we to do?
And the séance was now a glorious zoo!
Thing 1 and Thing 2, they chanted and ranted
Thing 1 and Thing 2, they puffed and they panted!
Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof!
And others popped too —
Wordsworth and Keats, right out of the blue
Steinbeck and Frost, and Sylvie Plath too!
Cleopatra rode by
In the blink of an eye…
Oh golly! Oh my!
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
What have you done? Send them all back!
And amidst all the chaos
We heard a loud CRACK!
The crystal ball shattered
Thing 1 gave it a WHACK!
A great flash of light ripped the black of the night!
A sound like a roar kept us glued to the floor!
A strong gust of wind seemed to blow someone in…
Thing 1 and 2 chuckled…
My shaking knees buckled…
Dr. Seuss in a panic, gave a cursory glance
To the flamboyant man, who walked by in a prance…
The master of wit
The great Oscar Wilde
In a bumbling fit
Like a small naughty child!
We were all in a daze…
Like being trapped in a maze…
But Thing 1 and Thing
Remained calm and unfazed!
And just when we thought we could take it no more
Take a wild guess who should walk through that door?
Unbelievable! Crazy! It was the last straw!
He was larger than life with a booming guffaw!
In bold velvet doublet and white pompadour
The Bard in his glory no-one could ignore!
“What manner of mischief doth here abound?”
He uttered in voice so deep and profound.
By Jove, the scene did the Bard so confound
He summoned a conjuror who was well renowned
A spinning vortex appeared from nowhere
Everyone was perplexed could do nothing but stare
We were all in a tizz
Flashing by in a whizz
A kaleidoscope moment straight out of showbiz!
People and objects – zooming in, zooming out!
Backwards and forwards – with a scream and a shout!
One massive explosion
Every atom was frozen…
Time and space were suspended
As the seer had intended
And all that remained at the end of it all?
A miniature cat
A red and white top hat
And a fine crystal ball!
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My post is a little early. There are already a few posts up, so I’ll start making the rounds over the next few days.
Remember to link your stories on Wednesday 17 October, to the WEP+IWSG badge over at the IWSG Facebook page.