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She’d always welcomed the voices.

Though Greta knew not to let on she was hearing people speak inside her head, she didn’t think it was a bad thing. They were her angels. Guides.

Despite her family’s worry that she would end up alone, Greta was far from it. She had friends, a job, and her books. Admittedly, she was by herself quite a bit of the time but she liked it that way. And, with her guides, she never felt lonely.

She didn’t have a boyfriend, as her brother predicted. They were teenagers when he had teased her about it. It had hurt then but it was a distant memory now, like looking back at an old friend and feeling a remote sense of pity. Greta wasn’t a pretty girl and she didn’t “grow into her looks”, as her mum used to say. But friends often described her as having a “Mona Lisa smile”.

It was the voices that formed her knowing grin. They moved with her in a steady rhythm, galloping alongside her own thoughts.

Until the day her father died.

The voices began growing urgent, aggressive. They became a stampede that trampled her mind.


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Week 59 Prompt: Voice
Genre: Drama


This is a piece I extended from a 99 word flash I wrote in February.




15 thoughts on “Guides

  1. Pingback: #BlogBattle 59 “Voice” Entries & Voting | Fiction by Rachael Ritchey

  2. I recognised the story from the shorter piece. I like how you have expanded it here and provided the reason for her mind being trampled. We never know which event might be the one that pushes us to the brink. Hopefully neither of us will go there! Brilliant writing as always.

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