Weekly Challenge #1011 – Ending

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• Richard


• Lizzie


• Tom


• Lisa


• Serendipidy


• Norval Joe


• Planet Z

The next topic is Half-missing

RICHARD

— Final thoughts —

I’ve always fancied doing that thing where you write a half-finished piece of prose foretelling your own impending demise, solely with the intention of leaving it on your bedside cabinet, for discovery on the eventual event of your death.

“How did he know?” They’d exclaim.

“Was it a premonition? Was it fate?”

No, not at all, just a little bit of fun on my part and a cunning ruse to make my death somewhat more interesting that it might otherwise be.

I might even use this piece as my ‘final’ thoughts.

I think it could make a fitting ending.

LIZZIE

No ending, no story, delete it all, he said. She frowned. Why not keep what has been written so far and put it on the back burner for a while, perhaps they’d come up with a good ending later. No, no, no, delete it all, he said. She then snatched the laptop away from him. He elbowed her aside. She fell but stuck her leg out and he tripped. He grabbed the laptop cord and wrapped it around her neck. She punched him right in the face. Oddly enough, this was part of their creative process. One ending coming up.

SERENDIPIDY

Don’t think of this as an ending; consider it a beginning.

Certainly, there’s a finality to it… How could there not be?

Your breath will falter and fade, the colour will leave your face as your lifeblood drains away, your body will slump to the floor and your heart will cease beating.

You’ll die. It’s that simple.

It’s just a new beginning.

Soon, you’ll join me and commence a whole new chapter.

So, don’t be afraid.

Come to me and give me your neck to drink from.

And soon, you’ll join me in drinking the blood of our next victim.

LISA

Harvest

Orion was still watching over us; crisp leaves rustled above ready to fall. The menfolk had just cut the last sheaf standing in the harvested field. They’d called it the Maiden and thought the spirit of the harvest was inside it. So, before the sun came up, they’d thrown their scythes at it from a distance hoping to not upset their chances for next year’s harvest; it’d be made into corn dollies later. I joined the families on the field until the gleaning bell rang again at seven to tell us our time to gather any leftover grain was ending.

TOM

When it rain it rains ….

As a rule, I like my movies to have a happy ending. Boy gets girl. Bad guy gets whacked. Dance party as the credits roll. Sure, ¾ of the cast can die in the 2nd reel, but someone perky makes it through. Then there’s Pennies From Heaven. Both the British with Bob Hopkins and the American with Steve Martin a happy ending in spite of the fact it defies credibility. The only thing that could save our hero is an alibi from a once up-stand woman brought low by the hero himself. But Tom, is it a Musical after all.

NORVAL JOE

“What do you mean by people of power,” Mandi asked Bobbi.

Bobbi leaned back on the couch and stretched out her legs. “You know. Spiritual groups, like the one Sabrina was in, until her grandmother got killed. She and the old lady were the only ones with real magic. With her dead, that bunch fell apart.”

“The Black Knights were behind the shooting in the meadow?” Mandi asked.

“That’s right,” Bobby nodded. “Now, the knights are after a group in Arcadia and I think Patrick is using your friends to eliminate them. I can see them all ending up dead.”

PLANET Z

Lots of ribbons.

Lots of paper.

Coffee, crackers, and cheese.

Bentley pecked away at the typewriter for hours without interruption.

He didn’t bother with a wastebin… he just yanked out the bad pages and crumpled them up before he threw them on the floor.

Which would he run out of first… ribbons, paper, coffee, crackers, cheese?

Ideas. He ran out of ideas first.

Sitting there, staring at the blank page.

Another bite of a cheese cracker, sipping his coffee.

Sometimes, he would stack the crackers like cards.

And knock them down.

Stacking them again. And again.

But no ideas came.