A good friend of mine, P.T. Wyant, is doing a blog post every Wednesday called Wednesday Words with a new prompt for a bit of flash fiction writing, just to get in the habit of writing something, anything. (Even if said flash fiction is complete garbage at the time. Garbage is better than nothing though, right?) If you’re looking for some inspiration yourself or just something to aimlessly write, then go check out her blog for this week’s prompt!
With that being said, I am going to share what I came up with for this week’s flash fiction prompt based off a photo. So here is my very rough around the edges minute of inspiration based off her prompt. I’d love to hear what you guys think of it!
(Please excuse any errors you may see, I said it was rough around the edges.)
The red orange haze hung over the bridge eerily in the dusk of night. The tourists wandering the bridge were unawares to the dreadful feeling creeping along, the pulsing of the cobblestone underfoot half way up the bridge. It was like an energy, an unseen field of it washing out slowly, growing in volume. Wariness hung over the place, but to the laughing, smiling, cuddling tourists it went completely unnoticed.
The lamplights lining the walls started to flicker first, like a fuse shorting out, and a cold chill washed over the area, sending death’s fingers crawling down the tourists’ spines. Only a few of them paused to look along the bridge, but there was nothing there to meet their eyes.
A ripple like a sound wave rolled over the cobblestone next with a low hiss and whine like a steam locomotive. This time it was noticed as the ground rumbled from the wave, shaking under the tourists feet as if an earthquake was going to upset the balance.
Tales of myth and legend started to flit through the tourists’ minds, their eyes widening as numerous pairs of eyes snapped towards the ground underneath them..
Laughs and smiles turned to gasps and startled cries as the ground rippled again, the cobblestone rising up slightly as it rode the wave before settling back down. Tourists stepped back fearfully towards the solid street, girlfriends clinging to their boys’ arms with eyes wide in panic as they all stumbled backwards.
Halfway across the bridge the cobblestone started to crack and the chill to the air was replaced by blast of hot, humid air. People scattered now as the ground shook, the cracks spider webbing out to the edges of the bridge along the walls. The ground buckled upwards and then started to crumble inward, creating a sink hole in the center of the bridge, a split like a fault line.
From the opening hole came piercing shrieks and rumbling roars. Snarls, hisses, and screeches of inhuman proportions. People watched in fear as the sink hole widened, big enough for a grizzly bear to crawl out of.
Fire could be heard crackling among the growls, and now spurts of flame rose out of the crevice as hellish nightmares began clambering out the hole — horns, scaly skin, sharp yellow claws, slit pupil eyes, forked tongues, pointed tails, and piercing fangs. All sorts of twisted, gangly creatures scraped their razor sharp claws along the stone creating sparks like flint against stone as they crawled into view, their sights on the stunned tourists. Wicked grins and an evil glee on their morphed and demented faces.
One stepped forward, a mace trailing behind in its scaly red hand. Its yellow eyes pulsed as it fixed its gaze on the frightened people. “Mortals…” Its deep, gravelly voice grated on their ears. “The Gates of Hell have opened at last.
That single sentence seemed to be a rounding battle call for the rest of the creatures gathered behind this tall, twisted horned leader, for they made sounds of victory and screeches of malice.
“Feast and destroy, my minions.”
The creatures started to rush forward towards the city, the ground shaking under their bulks. Some on all fours, some swift on two legs, others a lumbering hobble like a giant, and even more slithering with bodies like snakes. Winged creatures threw their leathery wings open and took to the sky with bat-like screeches, going to dive towards the city.
However, as their ascension began, a flash of white light suddenly blinded everything, earning sounds of pain from the hellish demons. The statues of saints along the bridge’s walls started to creak and groan. Their stone figures cracked like an egg shell and pieces started to fall to the ground with clatters of dust and rock.
White, silky wings sprung out from the back of the saints, stone tumbling off the bridge. They broke from their rock prisons, strong wings flapping and lifting the saints away from their silent vigilance for centuries with a rush of air.
When the light had fallen away, a small army of the saints hovered above the scene. They landed on the bridge between Hell’s minions and the city with a flutter of wings, light and amble. They were dressed for battle — broad swords, bows, daggers, and more adorning their ethereal figures. A gold glow surrounding their bodies like the haze of Hell’s fires in the sky.
The two sides faced off silently, a stare down of will to see who would make the first move, or if either side would retreat before war broke out. Neither side was about to back down though and once the nightmarish creatures got over the shock and burn of the light, their angered and frustrated sounds filled the air as they rushed to attack.
Clatters of weapons, vicious snarls, the flapping of wings, scraping, screeching, and growls filled the air as war broke out between Heaven’s protectors and Hell’s minions. Tourists finally fled the scene with cries of panic as flashes of fire and white light battled between the two sides, winged creatures falling out of the sky, others being thrown over the walls of the bridge and down into the dark waters below.
Other pockets of ground now started to split and crack in more fault lines, more creatures pouring out of the bowels of Hell. The haze of the fires of Hell reflecting in the sky split apart by flashes of light opening the Heaven’s and raining down glowing gold figures to combat and fight for Earth’s protection.
A peaceful city turned to chaos and confusion in the matter of an hour for the war of Hell on Earth had finally begun.