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Short Stories – Where Imagination Plays

A Change in Me

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Hi Everyone,

My apologies for not being ready to go at the beginning of February.  I had a little change of heart.  I decided that what I really wanted to do was write stories, not become a freelance writer.

I have written my entire life but I never really thought about putting anything out there.  The more I thought about it the less I wanted a career in freelance and the more I wanted to just share what I write.  I don’t know if I am any good or if what I write will catch anyone else’s attention but mine but I enjoy it so I am going to share it.

This first story is very short, it was part of a challenge on FanStory, they showed me a picture and then I had to write a story to the image.

So, here goes ( and hey if you want to critique it, go ahead, I would love to hear from you):



The rain pounded down.

I hated the rain, and the contract my boss had signed was that he was to attend the meeting, not have someone take his place.

I was sure that the ‘being’ I was going to meet would not be happy at my boss’s interpretation of the contract.

I meant ‘being’ because my boss had told me that who I was meeting was not human.

I had laughed and said ” Nice try, Mike!” but he had been deadly serious when he looked at me
and said, “I don’t care whether you friggin’ believe me or not, just be prepared for what you’ll see, and whatever else you do, DON’T RUN!”

I had debated for several hours whether or not I was going to do what Mike had told me to, but in the end, he was my boss, so I was left with little choice whether to come or not if I still wanted to have a job in the morning.

I had made my way to the meeting site, carefully making sure that no one was around. Mike had been precise about where I was to meet this thing, what time I had to be there and to make sure that no one was in the area. A couple of times I thought that I had heard someone and the itch behind my shoulder blades made me think that I was under someone’s eye, but after checking everything out, it appeared as though I was the only idiot out in the deluge this night.

The fairgrounds were empty, and all the places where you might have been able to take refuge from the rain were closed at this time of the year and offered no shelter from this mess.

I started to shiver, not because it was cold but because it was not normal to be out on a night like tonight. Who in their right minds wants to come to a closed down fairground in the pouring rain to meet something that is “not human”?  My Nikes were wet right through and I was becoming more and more uncomfortable.

If this thing didn’t show up in the next few minutes I was going home and would tell Mike in the morning that “IT” hadn’t shown. The rain got harder and looked like a sheet running off my hood and again I felt that I was being watched.  I looked around carefully and then just sighed and hunched my shoulders a little more.

There was a flash of lightening and as the glare faded, I could see a figure standing just a few feet in front of me. It was absurdly tall and seemed to be wavering back and forth like it couldn’t get its balance. It didn’t seem real somehow, it kind of looked like the old comics of the 30’s and 40’s always showed ghosts looking like. As I watched, it stabilised and moved forward toward me.

I almost jumped back but didn’t want to give any indication that I felt any fear at all. It was a lie, of course, I was afraid, but Mike had warned me not to show any fear and with the odd arrival of the figure, I wasn’t taking any chances.

“Where is Michael?” the figure hissed. I couldn’t make out its features, but this long forked tongue flicked out from between the thing’s lips.

I didn’t answer right away, so it demanded: “Who are you, and why do you not show your face?”

I paused and then I answered, “I had to make sure who or what you were before I could reveal myself.”

Then I threw back my hood and my Angel glow began to brighten the surrounding area. I saw the panic set into the red eyes of the snake demon.

“I, Gabriel demand that you RETURN TO HELL!” I thundered. “Tell your Master that he has failed with this one. Mike is under my protection. My Lord has a purpose for him, so, GET YE BACK TO HELL!”

The demon vanished, no sound or motion, just gone.

I withdrew from the young man’s body that I had appropriated at the last minute and set in his mind that he tell Mike that the other party had never shown. Let Mike sweat a bit before he realised there would be no repercussions and go on to do what My Boss had foretold he would.

I moved on to my next assignment.

Well, there it is.  I hope you enjoyed it and that it made sense.
Take care for now and I will share my next one within the next couple of weeks.

Author: Barojenty

I am a 59-year-old Wife and Mother to two adult children that I am extremely proud of. They turned out to be wonderful human beings and lucky me, I still have one at home. I am a Badass cook, a Mum to a three-year-old Dachshund male named Willie and a almost one-year-old Dashchund female named Bailey. I have a chronic illness that prevents me from working outside my home. I love taking care of my home and family and even though I need help from hubby now and then I try not to let my illness keep me from doing anything I want.

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