#TuesFlashFicTrain R3-W5

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Hello!

It’s that time of the week again! Can’t believe we’re already on the fifth part of story three – that’s nuts. Just want to take a moment to thank everyone who’s participated up to this point. You guys have produced pretty awesome stories and I’ve had a ton of fun reading them! This contest wouldn’t be here right now without you 🙂

Alright, prompt time – be sure to check out parts one, two, three, and four before tackling the prompt! Keep in mind this is the finale so it has to wrap up the story.

Since this will be the ending to Rita’s story, I’ve decided to go with a vague prompt rather than anything super specific like I did with the first prompt this round. So, for the finale, I want you to write about freedom. Give Rita some kind of release or freedom from her current situation. This can come in any form you wish – just be as creative as possible! You guys never disappoint so I’m really looking forward to your responses.

Have suggestions for a title? Let me know and we’ll put them up for a vote!

Remember, keep it under 400 words, continue last week’s piece & submit your response in the comment section below. Don’t forget to include your twitter handles and/or other social media links for promotion! Submissions close on Friday @ 11:59 PM EST – tell your friends!

Questions, suggestions? Check out the rules in more detail and/or drop me a line!

As always, think happy thoughts!

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13 thoughts on “#TuesFlashFicTrain R3-W5

  1. Alright, I’m pretty nervous about submitting a story with these incredible writers but, I have loved reading Rita’s story and I wanted to try and continue -and conclude- it in my own way 🙂 It’s 400 words exactly and I hope you like it:

    The release shocked her. Rita stumbled where she stood, the lurching of the bus and its passengers finally taking its toll on her mind and body.
    The power hadn’t overtaken her since…Walter.
    The noise of the destruction travelled to Rita’s ears and brain, snapping her back to reality. She stood from where she was sprawled on the floor. Broken glass shards littered the ground and the smell of the brakes’ screeching dominated the wreck.
    She was surrounded by shouts of pain. Looking around, Rita suddenly noticed the blood that covered the many glass shards, the bodies that hadn’t moved and the driver who was slumped forward.
    All of the anger and fury she had felt at these people vanished like a flashlight dead of battery. One moment she wanted to see these passengers cowering beneath her glare and now Rita wished that she was back under the old woman’s taunts and insults.
    Becoming dimly aware that she hadn’t moved, Rita walked around, helping the other passengers. She received some odd and accusatory looks, but Rita stared back defiantly. There wasn’t any way they could pull this on her.
    Moving towards a body on the ground, she froze.
    It was the old woman. The one who’s sneering had started the loss of control, the involuntary burst of power that for years had been clenched deep inside her mind.
    The woman’s face which once snarled was instead drenched with crimson. Her eyes were torn, covered in pieces of glass like so many other victims.
    Rita backed away. She ran past the people screaming in agony, the bodies that lied still, the driver whose head now rested on the wheel’s horn.
    The ear-wrenching and startling deep honk made people jump, but not Rita.
    She escaped from the damage and the one she cared most about.
    Walter is gone, Rita reminded herself forcefully, and bringing back this power will do more bad than good.
    Rita was through with the horrific dreams and memories that haunted her being.

    Walter.

    The colony.

    The chants and sacrifices.

    It was too much…

    No one noticed her departure in the commotion but later on they would mutter to themselves in their homes:
    What happened to that crazy business girl? The one whose eyes glinted scarlet, whose growl pierced everyone’s ears before the crash and whose nails grew into long talons as sharp as a razor.
    They would never know.

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