The air sucked from her lungs as the wave crashed down “Are you ok, Miss?” the docent asked, gently steadying her by the elbow. Regaining her wits, she thanked him, moving to gaze into the locked case. She had found it. The wave threatened anew but subsided with her solemn vow of revenge.
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My eyes sprang open and terror caught in my throat. The darkness gathered and rose like a tidal wave, crashing down, tumbling and pulling me under. Gasping for air, I crawled from the murk onto the skeleton beach of the Underworld. A familiar voice greeted me. “Welcome back, my darling.” #WriteCBC

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I groaned as a busker entered the sweaty, crowded car. I lurched for the metal bar - greasy with the residue of other hands - as the train moved. Goose bumps arose as he began to sing. My reflection in the window dissipated as I was transported back in time to a long-ago August evening. #WriteCBC

Ella surged like a sun, as the footsteps receded and the ice disappeared. Her grandmother’s words rushing back:

Be gone with you Jack, you demon of Frost
Seeker of malice, control at all costs.
Feel now my fire, slink off in the night.
You cannot beat the force of my light!

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🤞Thanks again and congratulations on your win!

Muffled voices and distorted shapes were all she could distinguish from the confines of her icy prison. “The fire within will save you from him.” The words rushed back. The last line of her favourite childhood ghost story. Ella’s eyes glowed red as the ice began to melt. #5ActFestiveStory

Damn! I only just saw this - probably missed the timing. Thanks though!

Muffled voices and distorted shapes were all she could distinguish from the confines of her icy prison. “The fire within will save you from him.” The words rushed back. The last line of her favourite childhood ghost story. Red flames danced in Ella’s eyes as the ice began to melt. #5ActFestiveStory

‘Who’s coming? Mum, stop! We can’t go anywhere with all this snow and ice.’ A huge crashing sound slid across the roof. The hymns stopped abruptly as the electricity went out. Her mum gave a frightened yelp as she looked up. ‘Oh no. He’s here! Ella - move away from the hearth!’
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“It can’t be,” said her mother. “He’s dead. They told me. He’s dead.”

“Who?” Ella asked, beginning to be concerned.

“Ella, there’s something I need to tell you…” Just then, the phone rang. Ella rose to answer it but her mother grasped her arm in a desperate attempt to stop her.
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Your blog says "Each response / ‘Act’ of the story you post must fit within the 256-character limit of a Bluesky post." But this platform allows up to 300 characters. I assume based on today's winner that we should adhere to the 300 character rule? #WriteCBC's #5ActFestiveStory

‘Tabernacle!’ she swore as she pulled her tuque down closer over her ears. But even as she hunched against the brutal cold, the sides of her mouth twitched upward. She would have known that handwriting anywhere. The annual Christmas prank had begun.
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