NoJoMo 9

 A mini-saga is a story that has only 50 words. Here are a few of mine.

 

The blinds let the moonlight slip through and touch upon my bare feet,

stretched across the carpet. I glanced at them; my eyes lost in that jazz-blue glow

my skin gave in the dark. The background noise that the world always

echoes hummed, drawing itself in and out around me.

…

 

I stared at the clock, each second passing with a feeling

like I was picking at time the way a vulture would pick at a carcass.

I stared at my hands, curled around my stick.

I sat in that waiting room all day until I realised no one was coming.

…

 

 The dunes rose and fell, falling into each other the way grains of sand

tumble from your hand. Ridges carved their way across the sandbanks,

creating warped optical illusions of orange and gold, snaking

in the direction of the wind. The arid blue sky was still, its azure piercing, clear.

…

 

Dear Lenny,

I found the box like you asked and now I’m leaving you this

note as per your instructions. But that’s as far as I’ll go.

I’m not opening the box, I’m not giving it to you,

and you’re going to be sorry you asked me to do this.

…

 

As we climbed up the hill, we cleared the forest and I turned to look

at the view below. The trees, all shades of honey gold, rosy apple

red and regal green rustled with colour and vibrant life.

The land stretched away, rising up majestically to the mountains it bore.

…

 

As I let the lantern go and watch its white ghostly

body rise into the velvet sky, I feel a sense of letting go,

my worries and concerns leaving me, carried on the wind.

The cold lake air soothes me, and the glowing ghosts rise over the still dark water.

…

 

There used to be a quarry over past those houses.

When we were little, we’d go there to play and we’d

always hear this… breathing noise coming from

the bottom of the quarry. Errrhhhrhh huuhrrrhrhhhh…. 

We knew it was the quarry monster, we knew it was down there, breathing. Waiting.

…

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The smell of cigarette smoke bit into my senses as

he lit the cigarette between his lips with a silver lighter that shut with a

–click!-

His nostrils flared slightly as he drew, exhaled from his nose and

drew again in quick succession. I knew we were nearing

The End