Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: The Banshee #amwriting #writing #flashfiction 


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Credit: Barb CT

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Maizie stared at the neighbouring property to her parents cabin. For as long as she could remember, the property had been deserted. 

Growing up, Maizie and her two brothers would create possible stories about what happened to the people who lived in the ruins of the old cabin. 

“It was a shark, one as big as Jaws,” her younger brother Rupert said. 

“It had to be bigger than a shark and fiercer,” said her eldest brother Richard.

The possible stories continue until they were all three, young teenagers. 

“I dare you to go out to the haunted cabin,” Richard told Maizie. 

“Come on,”Rupert teased her.

Maizie thought she would show, both her brothers, she wasn’t afraid. “Fine I’ll go, but you two have to come with me. Bring the flashlights.” 

All three siblings crept out to the abandoned property at night. When they reached the cabin, a moaning wail made them all jump. 

“What was that?” Rupert asked.

Maizie could feel her palms sweat in fear as the wailing continued. 

At that moment, the banshee chose to sneak up behind them — a possibility which hadn’t occurred to Maizie and her brothers. 

The banshee appeared to float, and a large black cloak covered her knotted grey hair. Her eyes were black coals piercing their souls and her skin felt like crepe paper as the banshee touched all their faces. 

Richard said fearfully, “Banshees only come when a family member is about to die, what’s she doing here?”

The Banshee’s wails increased at Richard’s suggestion and she sucked the life out of all three siblings. Their young life forces were exactly what she required.  

Her haggish appearance lifted and a beautiful woman walked out of the ruins of the abandoned cabin, smiling at her now youthful appearance. 

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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: No Good Witch #amwriting #flashfiction 


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Yinglan Z

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Belinda was a nasty middle-aged woman, but her behaviours were characteristic of someone older. 

She was mentally and physically sound; however, the pucker of her frown never left her face. Wrinkles indented themselves deeply into her forehead, around her eyes, and around her mouth; her skin was pasty white. 

She pretended to walk feebly; but when a neighbourhood child or dog was near her property she ran out screaming, wearing stodgy Victorian gowns, no skin showing but her face and hands. Her hair was always severely pulled back in a tight bun. 

Besides a cat or four, she disliked everyone. She made known she had cut her family out of her will. All her money would go to a stern Catholic congeragation she had terrorized since she was four. 

 An old trailer and burned-out truck from a cousin who had lived with her, remained on her lawn, even after the cousin disappeared. No one who entered Belinda’s house came back out, only her cats. 

 The neighbours thought this had been occurring for some three-hundred years, having heard the same stories from their great-grandparents and before. 

Was Belinda a ghost? A banchee? A witch? No one knew. But every now and then someone disappeared inside her doorway and everyone knew that person wouldn’t be returning. 

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