100 Words - Haunted?

 

I just found out that the house I lived in for 18 months, 20 years ago, is haunted. It was on TV. I was never haunted. Not a single ghost. Why didn’t the ghosts like me, or hate me, or whatever it is that makes them want to haunt someone? What’s wrong with me?

So I did some research. There were no reports of ghosts till the current owners bought the house. I also found that one of my favorite ghost debunking channels on YouTube went there and didn’t find anything. Makes me doubt the veracity of the TV shows.

100 Words - Save Me

 

When I was young I imagined that someday I would save a damsel in distress. Turns out that I was the damoiseau who needed saving, but my Dame in shining armor never came.

There were a couple close calls, but none of the woman understood their role. How could they? They, like me, expected me to be the hero. Most women are not raised to be heroes.

So I remain trapped in my self-inflicted tower. Advanced well past saving age. Slowly becoming part of the furniture.

100 Words - Hot Clerk

 

Every week for the last month it’s been the same. The hot gray-haired clerk glares at me over her glasses and the young bag girl smiles at me. Today the girl caught up to me outside and asked, “Are you ever going to ask out Shirley?” The ran back into the store.

So two days later, embolden by the bag girl’s question. I asked out the clerk. She gave me the death stare and said, “Never.” Not just no, but never. The only thing that saved my failing dignity, was that the bag girl was as shocked as I was.

Fallen Barn Valley

 

There is a valley in Pennsylvania that few roads find, where all the barns are falling down. Not some, or a lot, or even most. All the barns are falling down. Some were once huge, some were little more than sheds, but they were all tipped over, dilapidated, and in ruins.

I stopped to take pictures, but every time I raised my camera I was overcome with dread. There was something wrong. Something there that should not be recorded. Something evil was in those barns. Something that was dying, and should not be removed, even in pictures.

I tried approaching a few houses where I saw people watching me through clenched curtains. I waved as I walked up their drives, but all except one old woman shut the curtains and would not answer the door. The old woman waved back, but then also shut her curtains and would not answer the door.

So I left the creepy little valley to it’s inflictions. Left the frightened people. Left whatever was in those barns. Left them to die.

Wasteland

What to do with the wasteland?

100 Words - Love and Pain

 

It’s easy to cherish a sunset on the beach. True love is cherishing the scars you got when you fell off the ladder climbing up to her window. Cherishing the nightmares the concussion gave you. It all hurt, but it was all for her, and she loved you for it.

Then there was the time she hit you with the car. The look of confusion as she looked down at your still breathing body will live forever in your heart. The angry-sounding obscenities she screamed in shock endure as the greatest poem ever written.

What adventures lie ahead? What pain?