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The Plans (Furious Fiction)

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FURIOUS FICTION

Monthly short story fix? I’ve got you covered. This one was three sentences which had to be used anywhere:

The door was locked.
It felt familiar.
She laughed
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THE PLANS

It felt familiar. The lock pick tools in her hands.

She heard the tumbler click into place and smiled. Slowly she pushed the door open and tiptoed inside. She shut the door and used the moonlight to make her way into the study.

The plans should be in the desk that sat in the corner. She closed the door to the study behind her and opened the bottom drawer, pulling out its contents. A scratching noise to her left gave her pause and she looked to the window. The wind pushed a branch back and forth against the glass and she let out a breath.


She placed the contents onto the desk and felt around inside the empty drawer. She located the notch and clicked it. The false bottom popped out. Smiling, she pulled at it and squinted to see inside. A small white piece of paper sat in the middle of the drawer and she picked it up.
Pulling it closer to her face, she angled it towards the light and read.
She laughed. Two words were printed from an old typewriter in the middle of the paper.
‘Nice Try’.
She needed those plans.

Reaching into her pocket she pulled out her phone and clicked the home button. The light momentarily blinded her and she fumbled to turn down the brightness. As she pulled up the encrypted email with her instructions, she heard the front door open. Voices filled the house and she quickly put her phone into her pocket, looking around the room.

She smiled when she saw the bookcase on the wall to her right. It couldn’t be that easy, could it? Her heart was beating faster as she moved to the bookcase and pulled books out at random. Light entered the study through the edges of the door, the voices sounding dangerously close. Finally she pulled on a book titled ‘The Secret Room’. The bookcase jutted forward and she rolled her eyes. A little on the nose in her opinion.
Reaching behind the gap she pulled the heavy door open and slipped inside a small room. As she closed the door behind her, lights flickered on and she turned. Her mouth dropped open as she saw monitors with video footage from the house streaming live.

She watched as Andrew and Cynthia entered the study, flicking on the light. When Andrew saw the drawer open and the contents on top of the desk he shouted to Cynthia. They rushed out of the study and into the living room. Cynthia picked up a landline and Andrew began checking room after room.
She had to get out. To her left was a safe partially open and a wooden door.
She reached for the door then paused.

The plans.

Cautiously she opened the safe and smiled as she spotted the plans on the top of a document pile. She picked them up and reached for the doorknob again, cursing under her breath.

The door was locked.

Thanks for Reading this Furious Fiction by Christy Grace

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Proof Of Life (Furious Fiction)

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FURIOUS FICTION

Another month, another 500 word story. This month, it started with a question, included the words ‘Jam, Jungle and Jackpot’ and ended with the word BANG – Enjoy!

PROOF OF LIFE

“How long has it been?”
Caleb stopped rocking back and forth and looked up at Rebecca, “Who cares? We’re going to die here no matter what.”
She glanced at the bolted door then back to Caleb. He had resumed rocking and humming softly to himself. Just like when they were kids. Rebecca stayed perfectly still for a moment, listening for movement outside the door. She took a deep breath and pushed herself up. Caleb looked up, his breathing getting heavier, “What are you doing?” he hissed, as she waddled towards the door.

She paused and looked over to him, “They leave the same time every day.” Inches away from the door, she heard the knob turn. The door seemed to open in slow motion, as she stood frozen in the doorway.
“Well, well, well,” The woman pushed her back down onto the cold, hard floor. “Looks like we’ve got an attempted escape,” She snickered back at her partner then faced Rebecca again. “You can take your chances out there in the Jungle if you like,”
Rebecca saw Caleb shrink into the wall as the woman pulled a gun from behind her back.

“You try anything like that again, and I’ll jam this gun into your side and pull the trigger.”
“What do you want from us?” Rebecca asked as the man closed the door behind him, pulling out a camera. He aimed it at Caleb and took a picture as the woman held the gun steady at Rebecca.
“We hit the jackpot when we found you two. Do you know how much your Father will pay to get you back?” Rebecca frowned as the man moved over to her. The flash blinding her momentarily and the man looked at the pictures and smiled.
“Got em. Proof of life.” He said, putting the camera back into his pocket.

The woman reached into a bag on her hip and pulled out a bottle of water. She threw it in Rebecca’s direction and turned, talking quietly to the man. The water inside the bottle started shaking slightly and Rebecca looked over to Caleb. He flinched as the shaking started getting stronger. Their captors didn’t seem to notice and Rebecca pushed herself towards the wall. Sounds began to disappear as Rebecca kept her eyes glued to the door.
BANG.

The door swung open as police entered the small room, guns poised at Rebecca and Caleb’s captors. The woman lifted her gun towards Caleb and the man tried to run for the window. An officer tackled him to the ground and the woman pulled Caleb up, pointing the gun at his head.

Her face was scrunched as she yelled at the officers in front of her. One of them grabbed Rebecca’s arm and pulled her up. She fought to reach for her brother as the woman made the fatal mistake of aiming the gun at the officers. The silence was shattered as the officer next to Rebecca fired.
BANG.

Thanks for Reading this Furious Fiction by Christy Grace

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My Name Is Jane (Furious Fiction)

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FURIOUS FICTION STORY

500 words which had to begin at a set dinner table – Enjoy!

My Name Is Jane

Elizabeth wiped the frost from the glass on the table and stood back. She was ready. Once her guests were seated she raised her glass and tapped against it.
“I believe a toast is necessary,” Elizabeth motioned to the bride and groom and raised her glass higher. “Sally and Evan. I’d like to say that I know you will have an amazing life together.” Nods were given around the table and Elizabeth lowered her glass.
“I’d like to, but I can’t,” Her guests glanced at each other, murmuring. Elizabeth felt her heart beating faster and continued.
“I met Sally and Evan five years ago at a Jazz festival,” She paused and looked around the room at the expectant faces, letting her hand fall to her side. “Unfortunately I had a secret.”

More murmurs filled the small room and the guests began to lower their glasses. Elizabeth turned to Sally and Evan. “When we first met, it was no coincidence,” She took a deep breath and reached into her pocket. The glint of the light catching the barrel of the gun was always her favourite part. Gasps filled the room and people instinctively put up their hands in surrender. Elizabeth pointed the gun towards Sally and Evan rose, standing between her and the gun.
“What is this Liz? Who are you?” Evan asked and Elizabeth smiled.
“I was hired to kill you Evan,” She said and his brows rose, rage filling his eyes as his face turned red.
“By who?”
She laughed as she held the gun steady, “I’m sorry it had to be like this. Especially after five years but unfortunately the client who hired me had a change of heart.”

“So why now?” Evan moved his arms behind his back, wrapping them around Sally.
“They paid me handsomely to,” she paused and shrugged. “Keep an eye on you. It’s just bad luck that they decided to go ahead right before your wedding.”
Evan squared his shoulders and jutted out his chin, firming his stance. Elizabeth saw another guest across from her reach into his pocket and pull out a phone. She moved the gun in his direction and he froze.
“Tsk, tsk. Now we don’t want that, do we?”

He shook his head and she smiled. Turning back to Evan, she was just in time to see him lunge towards her. They fought over the gun and guests began to scream as they ran for cover. Evan’s uncle moved behind her just as she gripped the trigger. A loud sound filled the room followed by a deadly silence. Elizabeth slumped to the floor and dropped the gun. She felt the hole in her chest and pulled her hand to her face. A red substance she had seen many times before covered her hand and she fell onto her back.

Evan reached forward and tried to stop the bleeding.
“Who hired you? Who are you?” Sally asked, her voice wobbling.
Elizabeth looked at her and smiled, “My name is Jane.”

Thanks for Reading this Furious Fiction by Christy Grace

 

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Everything Is Going To Be Fine

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FURIOUS FICTION

This Furious Fiction was beginning with the phrase ‘A Long Time Ago’, including the words ‘Star, War and Force’ and feature something that flies – Enjoy!

EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE FINE 

“A long time ago,”

Actually it was yesterday, Eloise thought as Amanda continued.

“Two girls made the journey to a foreign land.”

“Amanda, please shut up,” Eloise said as she looked at Amanda, who raised an eyebrow.

“Can I finish my story please?”

Eloise rolled her eyes as the plane bumped slightly. Eloise felt her heart beating faster. She wrung her hands on her T-shirt. After today, her favourite shirt definitely had permanent wrinkles.

Amanda was still spinning a tale about the two girls who wanted to go to Hollywood and become stars.

“Amanda,” Eloise looked over at Amanda and tried to smile. “I appreciate you trying to distract me, but I’m fine.”

Amanda faced her and narrowed her eyes, “You don’t have to pretend your insides aren’t at war with me.” She smiled and turned to face the seat in front of her, clearing her throat. “When our two heroes decided to embark on this journey, they thought it was impossible!”

Eloise took a deep breath and looked across the aisle. A mother was trying to wrangle her screaming child into his seatbelt. Another, more violent bump, made Eloise grab onto Amanda’s hand. Amanda stopped talking and the tone for the seat belt sign rang through Eloise’s ears. She reached to check for her seatbelt; it was still securely fastened. The captain’s voice came across the intercom, “Ladies and gentlemen this is your captain speaking. We appear to be entering a bit of turbulence. As you may have noticed, we have put the seat belt sign on so please ensure you have your seat belt securely fastened.” Eloise took a deep breath and swallowed hard. The plane jerked forward violently and other passengers around them started to gasp and mumble.

Amanda had stopped talking and Eloise looked over to her. Her face had gone pale and she was breathing through pursed lips. Eloise quickly snapped her head back to face the chair in front of her.

The flight attendants had all disappeared, preparing to strap themselves in for the turbulence. Eloise felt her breathing get faster and she tried to breathe in and out. In and out.

A Ker Clunk noise on the left side of the plane had everyone in the cabin looking around, chattering. The sound of panic was deafening. The intercom buzzed to life.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we will be making an unscheduled landing at the Honolulu Airport. The Flight Attendants will give you instructions. Everything is going to be fine.” The Flight Attendants appeared and a woman gave a tight smile as she relayed bracing instructions over the intercom.

The lights suddenly flickered and Eloise felt the full force of a tailwind rattle the aircraft. The woman tried to calm the passengers as children began to cry. Eloise looked over to Amanda. A tear fell down her cheek and she smiled, grasping her hand tighter. Air masks fell from compartments above them and instructions came over the intercom. Eloise reached for hers as the plane began to fall. 

Thanks for Reading this Furious Fiction by Christy Grace