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10-20 Flash Fiction Challenge (prompt word: steps)

“I can’t take it anymore. You do what you want.” Josh steps away from Hannah and rushes out of their New York City apartment.

The sun trickles in through the skyscrapers but still leaves everything in shadows.

“Good,” Josh says aloud to no one. “I prefer the dark.”

“Is that true?” The woman is so close, her breath fans the back of his neck.

“What?” He doesn’t turn, can’t move.

“Do you prefer the dark?” He detects a faint accent.

“Today, I do.” He swallows and inhales her scent of pressed roses. He sways against her.

“How about forever?”

His eyes flutter closed as she sinks her teeth into his neck.

(Well, hey, look at me writing a vampire flash fiction. Don’t get me wrong. I like vampires just fine. I just haven’t had much occasion to write about them, and this was fun. The interesting thing about this story is I decided to write it in the present tense. It feels strange. I have heard it said that present tense writing is more immediate, more compelling because it is happening now. I’m not sure I agree. What do you all think?)

10-13 Flash Fiction Challenge (prompt word: haunt)

“Okay, now that you’ve got your morning coffee, I want to ask your advice,” Ashley curled her voluptuous form in the overstuffed chair at the Java-Mukti cafe.

“What do you think of this?” she handed her phone to Anna.

“You are my why. You’re my one and only. You haunt my dreams,” Anna read the text and rolled her brown eyes.

“Seriously? This guy is supposed to be some greater writer? He’s a walking, talking cliché!” She sat back and sipped her mocha.

“So you don’t think I should meet him?”

“Sweetie, I don’t think you should even reply to him.”

(This is the second time the Java-Mukti cafe appeared in one of these flash fiction tales. I think it sounds like a super cool place, and if I were of a mind to open my business, I could see opening a free trade cafe like that.

I already like the denizens of the place. 🙂

I hope you enjoyed this entry in my year-long flash fiction challenge. I write these stories from a prompt word. The bones of the story must be done in a single minute. I can edit to my heart’s content afterward, but the initial tale must be finished in that minute. The last time I did this it revolutionized my writing. I hope this time the project will have a similar effect.)

10-12-16 Flash Fiction Challenge (prompt words: Venus and treat)

“Thank you for the treat, my darling,” Venus smiled her thanks at the beautiful young man who knelt before her. His bronze skin glinted in the sunlight of the Mediterranean summer.

He raised his chocolate brown eyes to the level of her dainty feet, lay prone on the warm stone, and kissed every toe.

“You are so very sweet, my darling,” she closed azure eyes framed by dark lashes and reclined to bask in the warmth of the day and his mouth on her skin.

“How else may I serve, my Goddess?” He murmured against the sensitive skin of her inner wrist.

“I want another treat,” she opened her perfect lips for another peeled grape, which he slipped into her mouth from his own.

(Whew. I didn’t expect this to slip into the romance/erotic realms. But then again, Venus is the Roman goddess of Love so, I guess anything is possible. 🙂

The hard part for me about writing romance is not dipping into schmaltzy territory. I hope this story stayed in the realm of possibility, especially since the goddess of Love is involved.”

10-11-16, prompt word: changes (Flash Fiction Challenge)

“Everything changes,” Mario whispered into the darkness. “Nothing stays the same. Anyone who tells you differently is selling something.”
He sighed and ran the muzzle of the gun along his jawline in a kind of perverse caress.
“I’ll tell you one thing that will change,” Myra stomped into the room and emptied the last First Federal Bank bag onto the bed. “If you don’t get your morose ass up and counting this money, your percentage is gonna drop from 50 to 30. Now, stop playing with that thing before you blow your fool head off.”

(I keep writing characters I want to get to know better. Mario sounds like a morose philosophizing bank robber and Myra is a pistol. I have a feeling she takes crap from no one.)


10-10-16 Flash Fiction Challenge (prompt word: bathed)

The last light of the setting sun bathed Amanda in fire and ice. Her satin dressing gown shimmered and the diamond on her hand sent twinkling lights racing around the room.
“I just don’t understand, Tyler,” she reclined on the bed and gazed at him with lustrous brown eyes. “How could anyone expect you to resist? After all, you told them we were to be married.” She stretched creamy arms overhead and lifted a corner of her crimson lips in a lazy smile.
“I don’t know, Amanda May,” Tyler devoured her with glazed eyes. “Obviously, they’ve never seen you lying in sunlight.”

(Does this sound like a steamy novel that takes place is Savannah to you, as well? I had fun with writing this one. The hard part was not getting cliché with the descriptions. It’s too easy to drop into mushy, eye-rolling territory. I hope it wasn’t too much. Let me know if it was. :). )

10-9-16 Flash Fiction Challenge (prompt words: trek, land, photocopy)

“If we head over land for six more miles, we ought to be within sight of the Eagle Head rock formation directly to the west,” Tyrell studied the map.
“Are you sure?” Devane squinted his eyes at the left edge. “Looks to me like six miles would put us directly off the land and into the bottom of Devil’s Canyon. And that’s a mighty long trek to get nowhere except maybe dead.”
Tyrell folded the map and stashed it away. He turned cold eyes on his partner.
“I said six miles, and I meant six miles. At which point, ‘When you have walked to southwest due, Then the Eagle Head shall point you true,'” he quoted the ancient words. “The beak will point us directly to the treasure,” he hauled Devane onto his tiptoes. “You got that?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Devane stammered. Tyrell dropped him to the ground and walked toward their packs. He hefted one and struck out southwest.
Devane watched him leave.
“But what if you’re wrong,” Devane whispered to no one “What if the instructions say to go Southest not Southwest. I mean it could happen. After all, the map is a photocopy.”

(I ended up with three prompt words today. And I like it. Figuring out how to structure and create a story that uses multiple prompt words can make for some exciting mental gymnastics.)

10-8-16 Flash Fiction Challenge (prompt words: race and electron)

“Woo HOO!” Gennara whooped as she careened around P57 and rounded the bend towards the next P.

“Captain Gennara,” the Comm’s voice sounded in her helmet. “This is neither a race nor a rodeo. Please refrain ‘Woo-Hooing’ during your research excursion. And besides, you’re hurting our ears.”

“Okay, Comm,” she lowered her voice. “But you really ought to see this. Everything looks much bigger up close and personal, you know?” Her small pod flew past the blues, indigos, and ultra violets of P58’s jagged peaks.

“Your on-board camera is providing adequate imagery,” the Comm replied. “After all, this mission is an exploratory one. What good would any of this be if we couldn’t capture the data?”

“True, but even you have to admit this is an unusual environment.”

“You are the first in it, but I would say the environment itself is rather ubiquitous, don’t you think?”

“Oops,” Gennara cried. “Here comes another E. Gotta jet.” She kicked the afterburners and avoided the oncoming electron.

(I like Gennara a bunch. She sounds like a hoot. The challenge in this one lay in figuring out how to combine the prompt words and also not to give away where Gennara was racing. 

10-6-16 Flash Fiction Challenge (prompt word: slideshow)

The occupants of room XXX-9 sat in stunned silence in the darkness.”As you can see,” Dr. Marshall droned. “We anticipate population centers to be most affected.”

“How many?” President Bailey whispered.

Dr. Marshall clicked to the next slide.

A pie chart titled, “Projected Outcomes of Affected Populace,” appeared on the screen. 

“Twenty-two percent of the population will be incinerated,” his monotone permeated the room. “Forty percent will be exsanguinated. Twelve percent will experience permanent pneumonia and eventual death. The rest should survi-.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the President shot up. “How can you be so calm? Seventy percent of the population is going to die?” He collapsed into his chair. “And on a slideshow,” he wept into his palms.

Dr. Marshall fixed his gray eyes on the Chief Executive.

“Sir, I am afraid I do not understand. The slideshow is an efficient form on information dissemination.”
(Oops, I posted this one to another page yesterday. Sorry, y’all.)

(Ooh, this one has a longer tale in it, I think. That is one of the best things about doing this project. So many of these wee stories give me ideas for longer narratives. Dr. Marshall seems like a bizarre character, doesn’t he? Brilliant but with almost no emotional intelligence. He might appear in some other story, someday. 🙂

The challenge in this story was to figure out how to talk about these potential deaths by whatever weapon in a way that would smack of military speak as well as scientist speak without becoming a caricature. )

10-7-16 Flash Fiction Challenge (prompt word: prediction)

The candlelight flickered along the anxious faces of the small group seated around the velvet-covered table.”Join hands, everyone,” Aloiysha, Grand Medium of the High Court intoned her instructions. Her head lolled in a circle and small moans escaped her lips. The rest of the room’s occupants glued their eyes to her face.

“Madam Aloiysha,” Dalia Butterman whispered. “Please, tell us. Where is my grandfather’s will? To whom did he leave his estate?”

“The will is not your concern,” Aloiysha rasped in a deeper voice. “Better it is that you should ask another question. Far better it is that you should ask how I died.”

“You had a heart attack,” Mr. Butterman cried. “The autopsy declared your death a natural one.” 

“Easy enough for you to make that happen,” Aloiysha fixed dark eyes on him. “You are a doctor, after all. 

“You should have listened to me,” Aloiysha turned to Dalia and spoke in her own voice once again. “I predicted his death at the hand of a family member, and you paid no mind.”

“I don’t have to listen to this!” Butterman shot out of his chair and sent it flying backward.

“To this? No.” Aloiysha nodded. “But perhaps my next prediction will prove more interesting. You will hang for this crime.”

“First they will have to find me,” Butterman backed towards the door and into the barrel of a gun.

“I would say they have,” Aloiysha smiled. “But then, if you had asked, I could have told you they would.”

(This took longer than a minute certainly, but the story was one I wanted to tell as soon as I saw the prompt word. I had the bare bones of the idea, but it took a bit to figure out exactly how to make it all work. The challenge in this tale was to bring the guilty party to light without giving away what would happen at the end.)

10-5-16 Flash Fiction challenge (prompt words: private and share)

“Ok, here’s the next question in the quiz,” Alana flipped the page of her issue of Beautyé magazine.
“If you were going out to have ice cream with the hot dude who asked you out at work, what flavor would you get?”
“What a stupid question! How does that tell you who your perfect guy is going to be?” Tammy Jo closed the freezer door and opened her pack of Tutti Frutti ice cream.
“I guess it has something to do with the ice cream flavor you like tasting is supposed to be like the guy flavor you’ll like tasting.” Alana grinned.
“If I’m going to be tasting any guys’ flavors, that will be for private time. Anything else is http://www.overshare.tmi.”


(tee hee. This one made me giggle. I hope you enjoyed it.”