Friday Fictioneers: Hunted

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who provides us with a photo prompt. Each week’s challenge is to write a 100-word story inspired by the photo. Click here to play along or just read more stories.

I wasn’t going to play this week. As it is I’m a day late. I was busy yesterday working on another project. I have a rule to never fight inspiration. My inspiration took me to an audio project I’ve been putting off for far too long. It may someday reach the pages of this blog. Then, Tannille informed me that I “starred on Rochelle’s blog.” Of course, I had to read it, and participating this week became mandatory, so I’m squeezing it in. I wrote this in the middle of the night when I couldn’t sleep. I typed frantically as WordPress erased it just as frantically. I don’t know if it was my phone or the website freaking out, but I gave up and typed in on a notepad and retyped it today with minor changes. I played off Rochelle’s story while taking it into the worlds of Nobbinmaug and the worlds of which he writes The L Squad & Norman Normalson & The Normals.

PHOTO PROMPT © Starsinclayjars

Hunted

Dogs bark in the distance. Thunder erupts as lightning cracks the sky. Raindrops dance upon the ground. Clues disappear into the storm’s crescendo.

An observer from a place where there is no space or time, his existence is little more than myth. Haunted by a past that was not and a future that will not be, on a world where he exists only in dreams, still he is hunted.

A stranger to this world, the hunter stalks his prey. Determined to rewrite tales that time has written, Ohklay Buré hisses a single word that is consumed by the wind, “Nobbinmaug.”

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