The Hallowed Prophecy — Part 1

Kellie sat at the dining room table examining the envelope for the fifth time since she read the letter. The postmark was local. Two post offices away. That terrified her. How did they find her? Had they actually found her? There was no return address and it had not actually been addressed to her by name. It simply read: Female Occupant. Her fingers trembled as she lifted the flap and pulled out the letter again.

She read it again aloud as Mr. Tibbles jumped on the table and pawed at her arm. “We know who you are. We know what you have done. There is nowhere to run. We will retrieve you tonight.”

Kellie stroked Mr. Tibbles’ long white fur and listened to him purr. She was certain they could not have found her. The letter was meant to scare her out into the open. The old cuckoo clock struck nine. Silence filled the room as Kellie tried to convince herself that they could not have known.

“Let’s go watch the news, then pick out a movie,” she said, picking up Mr. Tibbles.

The news started off with a local feel-good story about a homeless man that found a rare dime and was now moving into his own home and opening a business. Then came local high school football and the heartbreaking defeat of the varsity team.

“Poor guys. Those kids do try.” Mr. Tibbles purred in agreement.

The thought of sitting through political commentary turned her stomach, so she picked up Mr. Tibbles and retired to her bed and turned on Netflix. Horror? Too real. Romance? Too single. Sci Fi? Too spacey. Action? Too explosive. Comedy? Ooh, the Ghostbusters reboot that wasn’t a reboot.

“What do you think, Mr. Tibbles? Up for a little stream crossing?” Kellie laughed and started the movie.

Her and Mr. Tibbles were sound asleep before the ladies hired their eye candy and didn’t stir until morning.

Kellie stretched, looked around dazed, then turned off the television. Mr. Tibbles was already waiting by his empty food bowl, howling in indignity. “Alright, alright. I’m coming.”

As Kellie stumbled to the kitchen, she turned on the living room television. While pouring his dry food into the bowl, the reporter announced they were at the scene of a grisly murder that took place overnight. This type of news was nothing new and people died every day in the bustling metropolis, so Kellie was not giving it much thought until the reporter described the victim.

“Police are still trying to identify the victim, but sources say she was between eighteen and twenty-five, slim build with long, straight brown hair, no visible scars or tattoos –”

Kellie’s phone interrupted the news. Her mother was on the other end in a panic as the woman they described sounded just like Kellie. After her mother was convinced she was okay, calls from panicked friends flooded her phone. Not wanting to upset anyone, she quickly changed her voicemail message to report she was alive and fine, then let everything go straight there. She looked at the letter sitting on the table. Could they know she was in the city? Kellie shook her head. It wasn’t possible. It was just a coincidence is all. Wasn’t it? That poor girl if it wasn’t. She didn’t like the idea of anyone getting hurt because they were looking for her, but she didn’t want to be found either.

To Be Continued Next Saturday


Highway – FOWC response

Damn you Fandango for providing another response that just brought music videos to my mind….so, here are the songs that all screamed “Me……pick me.”

Life is a Highway – Rascal Flatts


Born to be Wild – Steppenwolf


Hotel California – The Eagles


Roll Me Away – Bob Seger


This Land is Your Land – Peter, Paul, and Mary





Finish the Story #11, 01 Sept 2018

Welcome to Finish the Story

I start a story, then another has to pick up the story and add to it, then hand it off to another person, etc. until the story is complete. This has proven to be quite fun in a blogging situation since we all have different approaches.


  1. Copy the story below as it appears when you receive it (and the rules please)
  2. Add somehow to the story in which ever style and length you choose
  3. Tag only 1 person
  4. If you choose to not participate or finish the story, please comment/tag this post so that I know.


The Private Detective

One of the first lessons Eric learned the hard way after leaving the force and going into business for himself was to never ask the client why they wanted his services. The less he knew, the better it was for everyone. Something about this case, and the creepy man who hired him last week, just didn’t sit right though.

As he sat in the old blue Buick flipping through his notes, he saw her coming down the step of the opera house. He snuffed out his fifth camel and started the car. She was all dolled up in a victorian get up. Looked like something out of an H.G. Wells movie. Eric watched as she crossed the street, entered the park, and hailed a carriage.

“Shit!” He couldn’t follow her in the car through the park.

The carriage turned the corner and …

To be continued

Since this one is keeping with the new Saturday theme for my blog, I need to pick on someone who can write great mystery…I have two people in mind, but I am going to pick on A Guy Called Bloke and K9 Doodlepip.

If you haven’t checked out his blog, be sure to stop by and see what you’ve missed.