The Staircase.

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Olivia eased the board back into place as she exited the staircase.  The instructions inside the pavillion were simple.Take  message with you. Ease stone back into place behind you.  Go down three flights of stairs. Disturb nothing. Wait on landing until  contacted.Olivia was used to waiting. She was also used to being afraid and hypervigilant. What she wasn’t used to was the awful, bone weary feeling of fatigue that was threatening to engulf her.  The silence was disconcerting but at the same time welcome. An overwhelming urge to sit on the cold concrete overtook her and she felt no more.

old-building-staircase Copyright -Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Thank you to our generous host  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Fridays Fictioneers. This week’s prompt is in the genre of speculative fiction

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The Pavillion

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Olivia ran, oblivious to anything but the sound of her choking sobs and the burning in her chest. How could she have been so stupid as to trust Gerry? After escaping from the prison planet she had been born on, she discovered her rescue ship was nothing but a slave ship.” They won’t be expecting us to run” whispered Gerry. “When they stop to refuel, make a break for it and run 2 miles due west. I have friends waiting at a pavillion and you will be safe”

Olivia continued to berate herself and then looked up and saw it…..the pavillion!

The pavillion

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Thank you to our generous host  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Fridays Fictioneers. This week’s prompt is in the genre of historical fiction and I am sure you can imagine you are reading this piece of work in a thousand years so that it becomes historical fiction. Hey if I still have your attention then it’s a win!

This is a stand alone piece but beginning was here

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Shadow of the ship

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Olivia battled nausea and fatigue as she pulled herself up.                                       ” You were born here, you will die here!”                                                            How often had she heard those words? For a reason even she didn’t understand, she never believed them. The daughter of a lifey on a prison planet people chose to forget, Olivia had found solace in books. Things had happened so quickly. The liberation front had contacted her and after meticulous planning,  she had got herself within 2 kilometers of the pickup point.  There was no one there.  Nothing..   and then a noise and a shadow of a ship growing larger……

I have the extreme pleasure of joining Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. This weeks story is 100 words on a science fiction genre. To read the other writers writings please click here. I welcome all comments, constructive or otherwise. You don’t dig yourself out of hell and emerge with a thin skin. love youse all. Speaking of comments, have I linked it properly? Thank you.