The Battle

With the dead bodies of her two best friends close by, eleven-year-old Miranda carefully raised one of the window slats with her finger and peered out into the garden.

She watched as the massive creature, known as a Nellyphant, pushed its trunk against the tree house looking for its next meal. Although it was snowing, she could also make out the smaller creatures, known as Mickice, on the roof of the treehouse. They, too, had grown a liking for human flesh.

Pixabay image by Marianne Sopala

Miranda’s trap, of leaving her dolls in the treehouse, had worked. The creatures thought they had their next meal, but Miranda knew it wouldn’t be long before they worked out that they had been tricked.

While sliding her hand slowly between the window slats, the door behind Miranda creaked. She froze to the spot, terrified of what was coming into the room. However, she had her weapon ready in her other hand, so she knew she had a good chance of spinning around, taking aim, and killing with one shot whatever was coming through the door.

As she quietly counted down from five, she heard whatever it was, slowly approach her. The wheezing sound it made as it took short, sharp, intakes of breath, made the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

Just before her countdown ended, Miranda gripped her weapon firmly, span around, took aim, and faced what was behind her.

“Take this,” she yelled, as she fired her weapon at the biggest Nellyphant she’d seen.

Then the real world appeared.

“OK, young lady, that’s enough,” coughed Miranda’s Mother, while removing the PlayStation virtual reality headset from Miranda’s head. “You’re too young to be playing this violent videogame,” she voiced while holding the box of the game in front of Miranda’s face. “Go play with your dolls instead.”

As Miranda climbed the stairs in protest, her mother blew her nose before slipping on the virtual reality set. Maybe playing a video game would take her mind off the head cold she had.


Written in response to the Monthly Speculative Fiction Writing Prompt, from Diana, at Myths of the Mirror. Click here for full details.

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66 thoughts on “The Battle

  1. What a fun story, Hugh, with a very unexpected ending. How fitting that Mum should send Miranda away so she can play the game – seems like a familiar scenario. What’s good for the goose …

  2. Didn’t see the twist coming at all. When her mother told her to go and play with her dolls my first thought, before my brain caught up, was, ‘oh, no, her dolls are in the tree house – the Nellyphant will get her’

  3. That’s a tough picture to twist into a story, Hugh. Nice job.
    I liked that bit at the end where the mother plays the game…Don’t do as I do, do as I say 🙂

  4. Hugh this is fabulous in elephantine proportions! First the unexpected (only you my friend, could come up with that), and ending with another unexpected twist.
    Tee-hee! I loved it. Happy Valentine’s Day hugs! ❤

    1. I’m glad you enjoyed it, Teagan. I don’t know why, but I thought of Copper when trying to think of a name for the man-eating elephant. I just wondered what she would have called them.
      Hope you have a lovely Valentine’s Day.

  5. Ha ha ha. I love it, Hugh. Your imagination was on overdrive. I was totally swept up in the “game” and loved the twist. Thanks so much for taking up the prompt! I’m eager to share. 🙂

      1. 😀 – now I have that in my head too. I hope Nellyphants aren’t a problem in your neck of the woods – we’ll be visiting on our holibobs and I haven’t room in the car for the anti-nellyphant deterrant spray

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