February 1, 2013

Flash Fiction Contest

I just couldn't resist. As soon as I saw the picture my mind ran away with the possibilities of a story. The link to Darci's contest (if you want to enter) can be found HERE. I'm on a horror kick. So I'll label this
Genre: Adult horror. Title: A MOTHER'S LOVE

I crouched behind a stump. I couldn't move. My body was numb. I couldn't even breathe. All I could do was watch.
The headlights topped the hill and came closer. I wanted to cry out to them. Stop, please. Go the other way. It isn’t safe. You aren’t safe. But my instinct for survival was stronger than my humanity.
Gravel crunched under the tires as they drew near. I could just make out the shadows of two people in the front seat. They'd made it halfway through the tree line. Maybe they’d make it. Maybe this time—
A tree limb reached under the vehicle. Another arm of the tree swung overtop of the car and lifted it off the road. The giant oak wrapped all of its limbs around the car and crushed it as if it were a tin can.
I clasped my hand to my mouth to trap my cries. My heart collapsed inside of me. No. Please, oh no. Why'd they come this way? Everyone knows these trees are evil. This can’t be happening.
Two women screamed inside the mangled car. It was the worse sound I’d ever heard... until the screams stopped. The crunching of metal and bones was all that remained.

They were dead.

Soon, I would be too.

A different tree cracked and snapped, like it was popping its knuckles, as it awoke. It snatched the crumbled, metal ball from its neighbor. The first tree grabbed it back. They struggled over ownership, pulling and tugging at their new toy. Their trunks remained rooted, but their braches reached far.
There was no way I could get past them. I needed to go now, but I couldn’t tell the regular trees from the alive ones until they moved. Then it would be too late—just the way it was too late for the women.
Just beyond those trees, my son was dying. In my pocket were the ingredients that would save him. I traveled for days for them, once thought to be extinct. Now all that separated me from my child were one-hundred monstrous trees. There wasn’t enough time to go around. They said my son wouldn't live three days. It's been four.
If I tried to sneak through the trees, the leaves and debris would be too loud. The road was open, but smooth. I'd be seen, but it was the clearest path. I rose to my feet.
Embedded in the stump was the blade of an ax. The long, wooden handle had bloody handprints on it. I placed my fingers over the blood stains and ripped the ax from its post.

I would get to my son. Nothing would stop me.


Kat Ellis said...

I love the idea of evil trees! Great tension in this flash, loved the terror vibe :)

Amber said...

:) Thanks!