The One Rule

This is the response to this weeks girlontheedge six-sentence story prompt KEY. This one features Jane, and it is inspired by Jumanji, The Magicians, and the way that childhood gives you a strange contrast of the sharpest and fuzziest memories of your entire life.


Jane hadn’t been to her grandfather’s home since she was twelve years old, the summer passed away, and for the most part her memories were a confusing blur that bled together with those of lemonade and warm summer days.

There was one thing that she could remember though, in picture perfect clarity, the case that sat in the room at the end of the hall on the third floor.

She had been allowed to roam the house at will, do what she wished, but that one room she had been forbidden to enter, and being a good girl she had managed a whole three weeks, before she tried the door only to find it unlocked.

It was empty, save for a single case sitting in the middle of the floor, the keyhole taunting her, and though she looked each summer from her first at a mere six years old, to the last when she was twelve she never found a key, or forgot about the case.

She tried to put it out of her mind, for which was mostly successful until the day of her 27th birthday when she received the letter from her grandfathers estate, full of warnings, woe, and an ornate silver key that she knew in an instant opened the case in the room at the end of the hall on the third floor.

As she looked around at the carnage that surrounded her, blood dripping down her face, she felt the key digging into the flesh of her hand as she desperately clenched it in her fist, and wished more than anything that she had taken the time to read the letter more carefully before she opened the box that had destroyed everything she held dear.

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I just want to take a second here to apologize for not responding to comments the last two weeks. I have read and appreciated them all. I just got a new job, and I have been pretty dead at the end of the day, barely getting these out. I will however make sure I take the time to go through them all this week, and to take a look at some of the other lovely six-sentence reponses!

In Good Company

This is for The Writer’s Mess Weekly Friday Picture Prompt Challenge, based on the picture below, and that the last prompt for the The Writer’s Mess Poetic June, where we are doing Haiku poetry. Oh, and of course Pride Month!


Kennedy sat on the bus that was taking her from the only home she had ever known, and while she should be anxious, all she felt was relief.

She wasn’t sure if she really wanted to be a lawyer, but she knew that she had to get out of that town, and a full ride for the pre-law program on the other side of the country was her best chance of leaving.

She could never be herself back in that place, it was too small, too stifling, and there were too many eyes watching her every move, preventing her from being who she wanted, no who she needed to be.

Twelve hours later she had arrived, stepping off the bus with a smile, as she looked up at the glowing sign that let her know that she had made the right choice.

Inspired she pulled a notebook from her bag, and jotted down the poem that came to mind, the first in this place, but definitely not the last.

A light in the dark

Seven colors shining bright

You are not alone

Nos Sumus in Tenebris

This week’s six-sentence story prompt by girlontheege was EDGE. I wrote about a woman walking home after dark, with the feeling she is being followed. Or alternative summary “you aren’t afraid of being alone in the dark, you are afraid of not being alone in the dark.”


She wasn’t a paranoid person, and she couldn’t explain it, but tonight as she walked down the empty street towards her house she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was not alone.

She stopped and started a few times, took a few detours, picked up her pace, but every time she surveyed the area she could see that there was no one else around.

She could feel them through, the eyes watching her, making the hair on the back of her neck stand up as every primal instinct told her that she was being hunted.

The area was residential, all the house lights off, and she had moved from a speed walk to a run when she she finally heard something scraping behind her, followed by a growl that reverberated down her spine as she was paralyzed by fear.

Then it was in front of her with the dim light of the street lamp glinting off the razor sharp edge of the teeth that were about to end her life and she had one final thought.

You aren’t paranoid if they are actually out to get you.


For those wondering about the title, we are in the dark nos sumus in tenebris