For Six Sentence Stories where the given word is Paste.
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Last week…my youth, my childhood, my birth….then nothing…my old life an empty book…my new life as a Local had begun…a bed on which sat a scroll bound with a ribbon…it contained just one word, a name…one of you, reading these words right now…
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…I fell into a dreamless sleep until a rap-rap-rap on the door awakened me.
I opened it to find a fellow Local standing in the pitch-dark hallway, an enigmatic smile plastered ‘cross his pallid face.
He carried two lanterns, one of which he handed to me.
He turned and started walking, I followed, our footsteps echoing from the stone floor.
I hope you sleep well tonight, all of you, for tomorrow one of your lives will change, forever.
You’ll meet me soon, dear reader, very soon for you are the chosen one.
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Postscript. I was only able to tell you my story because I’d written down details of my journey from the beginning. Is it fact or fiction? I have no memory, therefore no idea. However, it’s now time for you to block it from your mind, once and for all. Do it, NOW!
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Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting.
PART ONE CAN BE FOUND HERE
PART TWO CAN BE FOUND HERE
PART THREE CAN BE FOUND HERE
PART FOUR CAN BE FOUND HERE
PART FIVE CAN BE FOUND HERE‘
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I’m trying, I’m trying….)
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Very wise, Beth!
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Ominous ending unless the change is for the good.
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Hopefully so!
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Ooh! Well done, macabre, spine tingling. Oh but wait…I was supposed to forget it all, right.
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Thanks, Suzette…it would be wise!!!
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As usual your graphics are…er…captivating!
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Thanks, Christine…gotcha!
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The mysterious enigmatic Lady who seems to be the reason for the existence of the Locals. Is she the conductor of the orchestra bringing innocent bystanders into her orbit and dancing to her tune? Hmmmm.
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Beautifully put, you could well be right.
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Trying to forget but it’s a very intriguing story.
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Keep trying Sadje!!!
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Okie dokie.
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Fantastic way to wrap this story up… Except for that person it personally unraveled for.
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Thanks so much. Keep your fingers crossed, Nicole!
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Brilliant, Keith.
Cue Ken Hensley and his Lady in Black.
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That would have been a perfect song to end my tale with!
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Wow, Keith, such a spellbinding horror, which I just went back and read from start to finish (?the end?or just the beginning?)
It made me think of the ghost stories of M.R. James, with a little bit of The Prisoner and Tales of the Unexpected added! I love how it all tied together with the words: “and then…” plus the graphics were a good touch.
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What can I say? Your comment makes it all worthwhile. It was nothing like my normal style and a bit of a risk, so I’m pleased it seems to have worked! Thank you.
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It worked brilliantly Keith, especially reading it in one go, as I’ve been missing the past few months. Will read it again for sure. Bravo!
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The best way to sum this up. Thanks for the reminder, Spira; this has been going round in my brain for days!
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…in mine too Nancy, and I’m really enjoying it!
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I hoped you would!
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Thanks this story and his Lady is in Black ..ha!
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Oh yes!
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very cool.
nothing, not a word or an image or as much as an innuendo was out-of-place (or worse, un-necessary) in this story ‘ending’
damn!*
* a compliment and a reminder to my self to keep practicing (especially appreciated: “…nothing like my normal style and a bit of a risk.”. )
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I would have hidden behind the closed door and not opened it, let alone walked down a dark hallway with a stranger and a couple of lanterns! This is getting intriguing, all right!
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