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Down the rabbit hole: Rabbit hole

(Omg Social Mediafication! Although I actually really enjoyed the little gamey thing. Clever)
Woo!

First: a new journal, post-FFM. You will notice my gallery has a new folder (wolfrug.deviantart.com/gallery… with 31 new flash-fic pieces written during last month's insanity that is :iconflash-fic-month:!

One of those pieces of insanity, FFM 2014, July 5 - BoxesThe answering machine was blinking red. Elaine stared at it. Aside from the streetlight through the blinds, it was the only thing with a light on in the apartment. There was nothing to turn on. Everything was in boxes. Her sofa, her bed, all covered in boxes. She’d tried to unpack, after her brother had left with the rental van, but somehow every thing she pulled out of the damned boxes reminded her of him. Of them. The worst was the box with all the framed pictures – why had she even packed them? Elaine felt the tears well up again. For the last week all she’d done was cry, until her migraines became pre-emptive.
 
No. No. This was not how she’d spend her first night away from that cheating, no good piece of shit. She’d broken free now, and even though she had no job or prospects, and a family two states away (her brother, bless his soul, was probably halfway through Washington by now), she wasn’t going to just lie around and cry. Elaine got up
was given a mention by the wonderful people at DailyLitRecognition : go check out & fav the article too! -> dailylitrecognition.deviantart…

I am assuming this is like the older-school DLDs, except with more R than D! ...or somesuch. Anyway, I liked this piece even when writing it, so I'm super-happy it got some attention :love: Thank you, thank you!
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Lauren bit her lip. Should she call Shawn or not? He and Melissa and Lindsey and Gerald had only been gone for two nights, and it was waaaay too early for Lauren to start going crazy with jealousy and boredom. If she called now they’d all make fun of her around the campfire. Or whatever fires they had up in Shawn’s uncle’s mountain cabin.

She thumbed through her phone book. Shawn’s name had a little ‘<3’ next to it. Lauren had imagined him using her phone at some point and maybe accidentally opening her contacts and seeing the heart and asking her about it, and then she’d blush and grab the phone and mumble and stuff, and then he’d blush, and then they’d start dating.

“Oh stuff it.” Lauren scrolled over to Melissa and pressed ‘call’. Mel would be fun to talk to, and maybe between the jokes and banter she could ask about Shawn.

There was a long pause before the first ring, as if the signal had taken a particularly long time to reach Melissa’s phone. Lauren lay down on her bed, staring up at the roof. She loved summer evenings; listening to her parents putter about downstairs, surfing on her laptop, window open to the night air. Everywhere the comforting light of civilization.

“Heeeey Melissa.” Lauren began when the ringing stopped. “It’s Lauren --”

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.” Lauren could barely recognize Melissa’s voice between her panicked breaths. It made her sit up straight and grip the phone closer to her ear.

“Mel? What’s wrong? Has something happened?” Lauren felt her heart start racing, her mind galloping to keep up with the images of disasters: fire, sudden sickness, food poisoning, mountain lion attack…

“Lauren, you have to get the police or...or an ambulance or something. They got Lindsey! She’s dead!” Melissa sobbed. “Please, you have to, they’re-- oh no. Oh no. They heard the phone, they’re--” There was a strange sound in the background, a kind of clicking or rattling sound, and then Melissa screamed. For some reason it reminded her of the scream her pet bunny had uttered just before being bitten to death by a fox that had somehow gotten into their yard: primal fear. The call was cut off mid-scream.

“Melissa? Melissa? Mel?” The phone line was dead. Lauren sat, frozen and uncertain. Melissa was a joker, and practical jokes were her favourite…she loved horror movies, and before they’d left she’d made so many jokes, especially about Lauren’s fear of the dark. Maybe that was it: just some kind of bad practical joke.

She thumbed up to Lindsey and pressed call, her fingers shaking. She couldn’t stop pacing around the room. If Lindsey didn’t answer...the phone rang and rang. No answer. Maybe she was in on it too. Maybe they all were, sitting somewhere laughing. She selected Gerald next, unable to get Melissa’s scream out of her mind. If she was playing a joke, she should get an academy award for that scream. And what had that clicking noise been?

“Gerald?” Lauren’s voice was breaking. “If this is some kind of joke, it’s not funny, not funny at all.”

“Lauren?” Gerald sounded distant, as if he wasn’t quite in himself. Lauren could in her mind’s eye see the tuft of brown hair, the oversized glasses and overwrought nerdiness that made him invisible to most girls. “Laaureeen….the phones are working again Lauren. Wooow. That’s...nice…lovely to hear your voice, Lauren.”

“Gerry? What’s going on? Melissa said something had happened to Lindsey? Is this some kind of joke? It’s not funny.”

“Joke? Maaaybe, but we’re the punchline. Hahaha. Lindsey’s probably dead though.” Gerald coughed. “Oh, more blood. Haha. Guess they got my lungs. So much blood. Ha. I can’t really feel my legs any more. Oh man, this forest is dark, Lauren. Lindsey shouldn’t’ve gone into the dark with Shawn, that was a bad idea. We’re not supposed to leave the light at night, Lauren.”

“Who is they, Gerald?” Lauren asked, throat dry. For some reason all her mind could conjure up was the image of Shawn going off on some tryst with Lindsey. Lindsey of all people.

Gerald coughed again, his voice growing weaker. “They’re not like us, no no. They left the light God knows how many hundreds of thousands of years ago. We found a cave...there was a cave, Lauren, with paintings. Shawn found it. That’s where he took Lindsey, but only he came back. Then they came.” Gerald sobbed. “Click-click-click, Lauren. That’s the sound they make. The sound of the light going out.” He coughed again, and when he spoke Lauren had the distinct impression of a man drowning. “We shouldn’t have woken them...up…”

Lauren listened to the sounds of the forest, dimly audible through the phone, too numb to react at first. No more Gerald. No more Melissa. No more Lindsey. Just as she was about to hang up, the sound changed: a rustle, as if someone picked it up from the ground. “Gerald?” She asked, hope surging: this could be the moment they all start laughing their butts off, and she could start crying with relief. But it wasn’t Gerald: much closer this time, that same clicking sound, like someone rubbing two blood-drenched spines against one another. The call dropped.

Lauren was frozen in shock, but she knew she had to make one more call before rushing down to her parents. Shawn. Lauren thumbed up to the contact. “Shawn <3”. Shawn always knew what to do, Shawn was the man of action. The phone rang.

Shawn picked up almost immediately. “Shit, shit, shit.” He whispered into it. “Shut up you stupid phone.”

“S...Shawn?” Lauren whispered as well. Why did the night seem so dark all of a sudden, outside her window?

“Lauren? Is that you? The reception has been down and...listen, you have to call someone and explain, I don’t have enough battery to talk and they wouldn’t believe me anyway.” Shawn was babbling, which for some reason scared Lauren more than anything. “Lauren, there are these... things...I’m so sorry, I’m so, so, so sorry. They took Lindsey. I shouldn’t have...”

“Where are you? Tell me where you are. I’ll call the police, the ambulance, the army.”

“I don’t know exactly, we got separated in the forest…” Shawn exhaled, but when he spoke again he sounded more confident, more like his old self. “I’ll take a picture and send it. It has GPS data on it, use that.”

“Ok. Ok, just sit tight, I’ll call the police right away.”

“...tell them to bring lots of light. They seem to hate it, and they keep...turning it off. Somehow. I’ll wait here. Just tell the police we’re all lost and scared and hurt, they’ll come running.”

That sounded more like the Shawn she knew. She smiled. “Send the picture.”

“Thanks Lauren.” The gratitude in his voice made her heart flutter, despite the situation.

Getting the metadata would be simple, but first she’d go down and tell her parents, and then they’d call the police, and...her phone beeped. With eager hands, she clicked open the picture.

Shawn’s flash had activated automatically in the dark woods, illuminating what seemed like thousands of eyes, reflecting the light. The dark shapes towards the front were barely visible: hunched-over, short, but clearly humanoid, with dark skin like imps from hell, naked and beclawed.

Lauren’s breath caught in her throat.

And then, the lights went out.

[WP] Children of the Night

[WP] - Typical Horror Situation: A Forest, Night, A Monster and the Characters have been separated in the chaos. However this time the cell phones are working.


Had too much fun with this one :D It does go over the 'word limit' by about 280 words, admittedly, and I bet I could make it a lot less verbose, but there you go. Woo horror!
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The whole sky flashed once, as if someone had turned it on and off, except that when it turned back on, it was red.

Harry woke up that morning to a world that was already in an apocalyptic panic. The night before he had stayed up until four in the morning on a raid, it being a weekend. He’d slept through his phone’s insistent beeping, the police sirens, and the actual event. He could only watch it post-fact with sleep-bleary eyes from YouTube; it looked like one of those manipulated UFO videos he liked watching late at night. Except all it took was one look through his tenth-floor windows to confirm its veracity.

“Jesus fucking Christ on a tricycle.” Harry mumbled, looking out at the red-washed city streets outside. Everything was bathed in red, an ambient light that came from nowhere and went nowhere. Nothing seemed to cast any shadows any longer. Harry had a very hazy idea of physics, but as far as he was aware that should be impossible.

The phone lines were down. A plume of red smoke (everything was red) rose from the downtown area. He could hear his upstairs neighbours crying and shouting. Harry wasn’t really equipped for any of this: mostly he played his MMO, jacked off, and worked his day job in retail. His family was half a world away, and his friends were all...well...

He logged in. Amazingly, the colours in the game were still there, and immense relief washed over him to see something other than uniform red.

Are you guys there? Are you all seeing this? He typed into guild chat.

What the fuck man?!? Have you slept through all of this?! It was SnowLion901; Harry had always had a small crush on her, although he suspected she was probably some overweight 40+ mother of three, not the hot young gamer chick she presented herself as to the guild. The pic of her in the ‘Show us your face!’ thread was probably of her daughter or someshit.

Yeah, I mean, after the raid...so it’s there too? What is it? I don’t understand anything.

Jesus fucking Christ...get on VOIP dude, this is too big for chat.

Harry turned on the microphone and leaned back in his chair, holding on to the gleaming, colourful screen as the last bastion of sanity. Someone ran past his player avatar, clearly on a quest. Apparently even the end of the world couldn’t stop some from playing.

“So you’re all alone too huh?” SnowLion901’s voice. She had always sounded too young to be a 40-something mother, but Harry stubbornly held on to his belief.

“Yeah. Uh. I mean, the phones are down and…”

“Where are you? Located, I mean. What city?”

Harry looked out the window at the reddish haze. “Compton.”

“No shit. Street?”

“Cimarron and Haley. Why?”

“Wanna hook up? I’m not far. Over in Long Beach.”

Jesus Christ. She’d been this close the whole time, but they’d never talked before now, not properly. She was SnowLion901 and he was BattleZerker, and that had been that.

“I don’t even know your name.” Harry said.

“Ruth.” A long sigh, during which Harry could hear the hope drain out of her. “You?”

“Harry.”

There was a pause as something rumbled in the distance, like an explosion. A moment later Harry heard he sound of a supersonic boom as a fighter jet passed overhead.

“Shit, you hear that?” Ruth asked; after a few seconds she added: “They’re bombing something...I don’t know what. God-dammit.”

“I think it’s too late to hook up.” Harry said dejectedly.

“You’re probably right. Roads are blocked, and I don’t even have a car.”

“I wish I understood what was going on.”

“Server reset.”

Harry couldn’t help but laugh. “What?”

“It’s time, man. World’s gone to shit: only the virtual world is worth anything. They’re resetting the whole thing. We’ll lose all of our levels and progress, but that’s fine, it’ll only take like 6 billion years to get back to where we were.” Ruth giggled, and Harry suddenly wished he’d been the one to make her giggle.

“Man, I hate resets. Just hope the update is worth it. Maybe a graphics update - this red stuff is freaking me out.”

“Yeah.” A pause. “Hey...in six billion years, when we’ve levelled back to now...wanna get together for something?”

Harry smiled into his microphone. “Sure. I just hope I don’t spawn someplace too far off.”

“I’ll find ya, BattleZerker.”

“And I’ll find you, SnowLion901.” Harry laughed. “Even if you’re a 40-year-old mom with three kids.”

Ruth giggled.

The red was replaced with black as the game shut down, everything condensing to a single point in an infinitesimally short moment of time.

Then they flicked the switch again, and there was light.

[WP] Reset
In the spirit of Flash Fic Month, I've decided to keep writing whenever I have the time! I'm going to go a bit out of my way and steal prompt from Reddit's r/writingprompts subreddit, just because why the heck not. Here's the first of, hopefully, many. I'm planning on following flash rules (max 1000 words) as far as possible, since no-one wants to read longer stories anyway. :P

[WP] Tomorrow, all on Earth find we are NPCs for a well-played intergalactic style game that just finished. No players visited our insignificant side-area.

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Woo!

First: a new journal, post-FFM. You will notice my gallery has a new folder (wolfrug.deviantart.com/gallery… with 31 new flash-fic pieces written during last month's insanity that is :iconflash-fic-month:!

One of those pieces of insanity, FFM 2014, July 5 - BoxesThe answering machine was blinking red. Elaine stared at it. Aside from the streetlight through the blinds, it was the only thing with a light on in the apartment. There was nothing to turn on. Everything was in boxes. Her sofa, her bed, all covered in boxes. She’d tried to unpack, after her brother had left with the rental van, but somehow every thing she pulled out of the damned boxes reminded her of him. Of them. The worst was the box with all the framed pictures – why had she even packed them? Elaine felt the tears well up again. For the last week all she’d done was cry, until her migraines became pre-emptive.
 
No. No. This was not how she’d spend her first night away from that cheating, no good piece of shit. She’d broken free now, and even though she had no job or prospects, and a family two states away (her brother, bless his soul, was probably halfway through Washington by now), she wasn’t going to just lie around and cry. Elaine got up
was given a mention by the wonderful people at DailyLitRecognition : go check out & fav the article too! -> dailylitrecognition.deviantart…

I am assuming this is like the older-school DLDs, except with more R than D! ...or somesuch. Anyway, I liked this piece even when writing it, so I'm super-happy it got some attention :love: Thank you, thank you!

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joe-wright Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2014   General Artist
Happy birthday, birthday twin! =D
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Wolfrug Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Omg, I forgot! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BELATEDLY BIRTHDAY TWINNNNNnnnnn!
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camelopardalisinblue Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you so much for the watch! I appreciate the support. :heart:
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Wolfrug Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
No problem! I always enjoy picking up new people to watch during FFM =)
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camelopardalisinblue Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I know what you mean!
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Sisterz0r Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2014
Thank you for the faaaav! Whee! :lol:
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joe-wright Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2013   General Artist
Happy birthday Wolferoo! I was going to say it in chat but I got distracted and then you left =(
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Wolfrug Featured By Owner Jul 26, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
And to you!
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Axxeros Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy Birthday, Wolfrug! :hug:

I hope you have/had a good day (timedifference and all that),
but more importantly, I hope you'll have many more good, better, best, great, greater, greatest, awesme, awesomer, and awesomest days to come!
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Wolfrug Featured By Owner Jul 26, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I hope so too :D Thank you!
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