Wednesday, 13 March 2013

VisDare: whorl





There are four maps protected by the life of four of our comrades. Find them before the literati...
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Aleksei Volvakov was heading home after work when he first saw them. A fleet of black cars with the logo. His hand immediately reached for the locket around his neck and his lips started moving in a silent prayer. Four tough looking men bathed in guns of all shapes and sizes stepped out.

They don't know where the map is. He told himself. And I won't tell them.
He tried to act unfazed as they closed in. 
They won't kill me. Not until I tell them the map's location.
One of the men took out a revolver. 
"Your locket please." He said.
Aleksei was shocked. How could they know? But even before he could come up with a plan a muffled shot echoed through the deserted park and Aleksie Volvakov slumped in a heap on the wet grass.
The men tore the locket from around his neck and opened it. It revealed a murky photograph of an old house.
The coordinates of the orb of knowledge.

Intrigued? Read the rest of this story here.

Oh and here is a bonus entry for today's VisDare. A quatrain!

The world unfolds in a delirious haze,
familiar streets and signs morph into a confounding maze.
Faces transcend into masks, hearts to clay.
Strange how life can flip in a single day!




5 comments:

  1. ooh intense! how did they know? curious about this house now :)

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    1. Ah now that is a good question. How did they know? Still working on the story. Still looking for an answer...
      Thanks for dropping by! :)

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  2. Annnnnnd a brilliant opening for what could EASILY easily be a much longer - and intricate - story. Love the brisk pacing, the careful placement of logos, locket, etc. Would love to read more!

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    1. Hehe thanks Angela! Loving this new add-on visDare combo! :)

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