Hidden Passageways – #dailypicsperation story

Hidden Passageways

She stared at the two doors wondering which path her lover had taken. It was always the same game of hide and seek. They’d been playing it for weeks now. After they’d found the old abandoned mansion on Hollybrook Lane, they’d discovered its hidden passages. Hallways leading to other parts of the house, bookshelves that spun on their axis. The house made her feel like she was constantly in a game of Clue, moving from one room into another just waiting to discover where her Professor Plum was hiding.

“Ready or not,” she shouted, knowing Chad would hear her no matter which hallway he chose.

Ally decided on the left door, remembering that it led into the maroon painted sitting room, with two huge bay windows.. This was their favorite spot to make love, laying beneath the warm sunshine billowing in. Hurrying through the dark passageway, she finally arrived into the expansive room only to find it empty.

Spinning around, she wondered what her next move should be. There was a hidden passage behind the staircase or she could make her way down the hall that led to the study. Pausing, she listened, hoping to hear some sort of clue as to where he was. The squeak of a floorboard directly above got her feet moving towards to door. Rushing up the stairs, she flung open the door to see Chad leaning against the window, his legs casually crossed with a smirk littering his face.

“Took you long enough.”

She didn’t reply, instead stalked forward until her lips captured his. The game had always turned her on, never knowing where she’d find him. He lifted her off the ground, grabbing her legs and wrapping them around his waist. He pressed her up against the wall beside the window, but instead of returning her urgent kiss, he pulled away and pointed outside.

“Do you see that?”

Her exasperation was evident, but she humored him, knowing he wouldn’t continue until she acknowledged his train of thought. Glancing out the window, she saw the for sale sign swinging in the wind by the driveway. “What about it?”

“I put in an offer,” he whispered, nibbling along the column of her neck.

Her head snapped up in an instant, “What?” Ally was shocked by his spontaneous and completely crazy idea. Shit, they weren’t even living together. Yet taking this huge step felt right. They’d all but been squatting in this beautiful, yet neglected home.

He waited for her to put all the pieces together, and lowered her slowly to the ground. A plethora of emotions flashed across her face as she pondered his suggestion. Chad waited patiently, knowing it wouldn’t be long before she finally got his message.

Ally finally turned her gaze back onto her love only to see him kneeling before her.

“So? What do you say? Marry me and we can play hide and seek in this old mansion forever?”

She had no words, instead she flung herself at him, causing him to fall back onto the dusty floor, his arms wrapped snuggly around her.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” he laughed, pulling out the ring that had been nestled securely in his pocket, knowing life would never be dull in this magical place filled with dark passageways and very soon, a lot of love.


Hope you enjoyed.  If you are looking for other great stories by some amazing authors, you should check out the Daily Picsperation Blog.


The Weight of a Tribe – #dailypicsperation

The Weight of a Tribe

The weight of the world pressed firmly down upon her shoulders. Her lithe body was wracked with exhaustion and overwhelming guilt. Being the sole survivor in an epic battle with one’s mortal enemy did that to you, she supposed.

The bloodied spear clattered to the ground beside her, echoing off the canyon walls. Another grim reminder that she was alone in the barren wasteland of a battlefield.

She stared intently at the ground, for she couldn’t bear to look up, knowing exactly what kind of wreckage she’d see. Bodies, from both sides of the battle decomposing on the wide expanse. As much as she wanted to give a respectable and proper burial to those that had fallen, she didn’t have the stomach, or the energy to do so. Not at this time anyways.

Her mind whirred, unable to stop the grisly pictures from the endless loop that was playing in her mind. Sitting here, the last remaining Elagora Fairy, she had to wonder what was next for her. Where would she go?

She knew there might still be some Larkin Gnomes lurking about, and debated about letting them capture her. At least she’d either be dead like the rest of her demolished tribe, or have some kind of companionship. Right now the guilt alone was killing her. Murdering her under the pressure of being unable to propagate her species. And at the moment she wasn’t really sure if becoming extinct was better than being an outcast until the day she died.

The wind billowed from the east, the stench reminding her that she needed to make a decision quickly. From the deep recesses of her mind, she could hear her mother’s serene voice telling her a story of a reclusive man who’d left her tribe in a spat with the chief. He’d packed up a rucksack and headed west until the hills stopped rising and he lived among the woods overlooking the sea.

In a sudden burst of energy, she stood up and grabbed the spear off the ground. She looked towards the looming mountains on the horizon and started walking. Her feet moved of their own accord, and she wasn’t sure she’d find the mythical man, but she would die trying.

There might be hope for her kind afterall.


If you enjoyed this story – check out all the other contributors to the Daily Picsperation Blog.