She looked on in disbelief.
“How dare they!” she snarled. “How dare they use MY word in such a way. It is my word, my word alone, yet they all use it however they want, whenever they want, without thought. I own it. I created it.”
She hissed. She’d spurt venom, if she could. She was seething.
Her word, she’d decided to claim, was ‘the’.
Convinced so she was the word was her creation, wherever it occurred, she became fuelled by rage. She’d strike through it. Cast a spell upon its user. Claim divine intervention.
As time went by, her true name became forgotten. She became known as simply ‘The Crone’.
And just how that name riled her spoke volumes. It did ‘become’ her word… only not in the way she wanted it to, or thought it always had.
And others used the word in their own way regardless.
Image from Pixabay, adapted.
Words inspired and shaped by the Powers That Be. This is a piece of fiction. Utter nonsense based upon nobody living or dead. Or undead. Completely devoid of fact. And 150 words long (or thereabouts!)
There was an old witch named Blue
Who thought she always knew what to do
Often times things went wrong
So she just burst into song
Unaware that she didn’t have a clue!
Hello my darlings,
How are you?
I have a message; maybe two
Listen carefully to what I say…
When I call and your telephone rings
Let me speak, let me sing,
Hear my voice and then allow me
Access to your own PC
There’s a problem on the line that I must fix,
This is no scam, I have no tricks.
You must provide me with your password and pin
You know, just so that I can get in
To check your accounts are all fine, above board
We don’t want to disconnect your internet, I’m sure.
It’s to check it’s all OK and, oh yes,
I have a parcel for you today
We can deliver it tomorrow if you’re in
Please confirm your address again
Hello? Are you there,
My name is Pam
I know I sound just like a man
But no, its your line you see…
I’m from your phone company, you can trust me
Not all scammers are foul-mouthed and rude individuals, although most are if their call doesn’t go their way. They are nowadays trying other tricks to gain access to homes, computers, money… anything they can get their hands on, really.
Be very careful and alert when answering calls from numbers you don’t know – landline, mobile, out of area, international or withheld. They will try anything. Even under threat of massive fines, they are still at it. If anything sounds too good to be true, it more than likely is – do not be conned. Do not fall victim to this diabolical and evil section of society who will most certainly burn in hell for their actions.
Normal, light-hearted Hallowe’en posts will resume shortly, I just wanted to attempt to bring home a modern day horror story that occurs day in day out all year long. Reminders are always useful, I find.
Prowling through the shadows, unnoticed.
Listening to the fading sounds as daytime draws to a close.
Waiting for the right time to run across the deserted street, out of sight.
Now is the time.
Across the road. Up the kerb. Through the gate. Along the path.
Onto the doorstep.
Sit and wait.
The door creaks open slowly.
In the warmth.
By the fireside.
Almost impossible to see through the darkness of night
The Star Shadows edge where there’s no defined light
They dissolve the shade so it blends away fine
And mix in starlight so there’s no solid line
For seconds they work, creating nothing to see
Softening night’s darkness
Leaving light free