Just a normal girl trying to follow her heart in this new world.
Dancer, Singer
Equal Rights for All
Can speak limited French and German

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Thi is kind of rough, sorry

The Goldfinch - Donna Tartt

December 18, 2018

PROMPT: Unlikely Places


GROUP: Flash Fiction

I started back, but he only clutched at me tighter, coughing and... 
screaming my name. 
"Eelia, Eelia! You wretch, you foul and stinking-" 
Dark rooms and bruises on my arm. The stairs of a long forgotten palace that has been reduced to a shadow of mildew and termites. Blindfolds and haunted squeals of children imprisoned in childhood indefinitely, forever. Looking over my shoulder, seeking a glimmer of him, where he is, how far is my lead.
Adrenalin courses through my blood, pushing me faster, harder. 
Door. An open doorway looms ahead of me, inviting me to grasp at freedom again. It has been so long, this nightmare. I cannot wait to take up and see the world again.
Has it changed while I have been here or...
Sirens, heat, shouts of men assail my ears. Being me I can hear the rush of air from the fire. That was why he was yelling this time. He should have known not to leave a lantern burning. A sly grin rises on my face. Gone in an instant.
Pushed from behind by a tsunami of heat and air, I stumble into the cool dusk garden. Stumble into the awaiting arms of a rescuer. Stumble into the wailing ambulance.
What is my name, I am asked. 
Call me what you will, I reply. But I do prefer Eelia.
What caused this, I am asked repeatedly.
My response caused my to be put here, in a place to keep me 'safe'. A mental asylum, a place to keep everyone outside safe from me.
My response was


And I said with that sly grin that would not stay hidden.


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  • Quille

    Wow! This is cool! Excellent job writing :)

    11 months ago
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