Prophecy

ECSTASY (noun)
1a : a state of being beyond reason and self-control
  b archaic : swoon
2: a state of overwhelming emotion; especially : rapturous delight
3: tranceespecially : a mystic or prophetic trance




The candles cast the room with a dreary glow.  Nadia had gathered them from the various corners around the house, and the sickly sweet smell of too many fruits hung thickly in the air.  Only Jill complained of the stench, but they ignored her.  She always had to have something to complain about.  

The three of them held hands, whispering the words they had memorized from the book Marissa had stolen from the library.  They were under strict instructions not break the circle.  The sweat on their palms that made them slick only made them hold on tighter, in fear of being the one to ruin everything.

After an hour, Nadia started to grow bored.  It was Marissa's idea, but Nadia had offered the space, the secrecy, and the candles.  Marissa always had great ideas, but she had terrible follow through.  Opening her left eye ever so slightly, she wished she had let this idea fall through.

It was a second later that Jill started shaking.  Her eyes were closed, hands holding firm, firmer than before.  Nadia opened her eyes all the way, as did Marissa.  Jill's stayed closed, but her mouth did not.  She started to speak, words they didn't understand.  She spoke of crashing planes and bombs and misery and darkness.  She was in perfect ecstasy, and try as they might, the girls couldn't break her hands.

Jill turned to Nadia.  "You will never dance at your son's wedding."  She pulled her hand back, exhausted, and weeping.

The girls didn't speak again, their friendships blowing out like those many candles.  When Nadia lay on her death bed, weeks before her son's wedding she remembered those words, sweat on her palms, smelling the sickly sweet scent of candle wax.

22 comments:

  1. SHIIIIIIT son. Loved this. Creepy as hell. I don't really believe in all of that stuff but every once in a while I read something like this and it still scares me. Also I totally thought of Professor Trelawney - what's wrong with me. xx

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  2. What sort of library was this, exactly?

    This is spooky-good. I can't imagine being haunted by that prophecy all my life!

    Thanks for linking up!

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  3. I loved that there were so many consequences from their whims and especially loved this line: The girls didn't speak again, their friendships blowing out like those many candles.

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  4. I liked the consequence of the revelations that the girls did not speak to each other again. Sort of what happens when any disaster befalls people because of a group action. Great Job with the prompt.

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  5. Loved the creepy, vague revelations - the suggestion of attacks, and especially the nice rhyme you put in that first line with "sickly" and "thickly." Good stuff!

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  6. Cool creepy story! Great detailed descriptions.

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  7. Thank you Maggie!

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  8. I didn't even mean to rhyme :X Glad you liked it though!

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  9. Thank you! I think consequences are important, especially in writing. Life isn't always a bed of roses.

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  10. Thank you Jennifer!

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  11. A library with all the books we're not supposed to read, probably an old one ;)

    Thanks for hosting! I love, love, love trifecta!

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  12. Thanks! (Especially coming from you, oh writer of creeps)

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  13. Nerdy and hot. Le sighhhh

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  14. And severing their friendships couldn't stop fate. This was a well-told, creepy story. After reading a few of these stories, I'm pretty sure I'll stay away from stolen books and Ouija boards :)

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  15. "The girls didn't speak again, their friendships blowing out like those many candles."


    Excellent line Megan! This piece gave me chills! Well done!

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  16. This was breathtaking. Moving and disturbing. Thank you.

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  17. friendships blowing out like candles is terrific.

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  18. Haha right? I totally get creeped out by this stuff. Though I love all things horror, I must confess that I make my husband go to bed with me (instead of staying up past my grandma bedtime) every time.

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  19. Thank you so much Valerie!

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  20. No, thank YOU Thomas for reading and commenting. I really appreciate it.

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  21. Thank you Kymm :)

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