Monthly Archives: February 2016

Tyrants

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Entry to this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction. Learned some history today!

“My liege, what shall we do about the rabble outside? They demand food, housing, and work.”

Caesar: Opens the coliseum and decrees “Bread, games, and war!”

Genghis Khan: Conscripts you into his army and sacks the west.

Henry VIII: Shows you his latest beheading.

Vlad III: Treats you to a shish-kebab.

Torquemada: Asks that you demonstrate your convictions with whip, vice, or rack.

Robespierre: Accuses you of conspiracy in front of the guillotines.

Hitler: Deports you to a labor camp and offers a final solution.

Mao: Puts you on a farm and “redistributes” the products of your labor.

Stalin: Registers you, your family, relatives, and neighbors in his notebook for “correction”.

Wall Street: Convinces capital hill to give everyone tax breaks. Then demands that you to bail them out when they crash.

AI: Plugs you into the matrix.

Empires

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Entry to this week’s 3LineTales. Photo courtesy of  Alyssa Smith.

Eastern sun, shine with might. Pierce through cloud and rain alike.
Reveal your colors; red, green, blue. Show us the meaning of your hue.
“The vibrant fades; new turned shade. The empire lies beneath the spade.”

The Casket

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Entry to this week’s Friday Fictioners! Image courtesy of Al Forbes

“The funeral procession starts tomorrow and you’re driving this?!”

“I’m placing John in the back-seat and taking the front wheel.”

“Don’t you think the chassis is a bit… gaudy?”

“It’s vintage and I think quite fitting to his instructions.”

“He did say that he wanted to be buried in style; I took it to mean well-dressed. Did you ensure an open-casket?”

“Open-casket? The entire automobile is the casket. He asked to be buried with style!”

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Distractify

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Entry to this week’s FFfaW! Image courtesy of Ellespeth’s friend.

“Hey Billy! Turn off that goddamn phone! We’re in the middle of a repair job here!“

“Sorry Joe. I don’t want to miss the Knicks game. They’re playing in the finals right now.”

“It can wait. Two guys have already died pulling a stunt like yours. You want to become a statistic?”

Billy smirked as he put on some headphones. “Nah, I got this covered Joe. Winds, heights, and debris don’t scare me!” he yelled but a moment too soon. The rest of the crew had heard the loud crack beneath his scaffold.

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The Contract

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Entry to this week’s Sunday Photo Fictioner!

Lancelot repeatedly dove headfirst from the church steeple onto the stony road below. However, neither ground nor body gave way, denying his soul passage to the after-life.

“Mephistopheles!” he rages. “Show yourself!”

Mephistopheles materializes over the unbroken road. “Ah, it’s good to see you too Sir Lancelot. I hope your time on Earth is well-spent? chuckle”

“We had a done deal! A millennium of servitude for a life of immortality. What’s the meaning of this?”

“It seems our terms are still in effect. I’ve already granted your immortality; are the conditions not up to your satisfaction?”

“You devil! Suspending the passage of time was not part of the arrangement. Nothing I do now matters.”

“Oh!… Mattering was never part of the arrangement after the world froze. Your flesh will not decay. Your bones will never break. You need not even breathe for the air does not move. Death becomes no subject to you and you no subject to the world. Ingenious no?”

“God dammit! Is it too late to revise our agreement?”

“My apologies but only God’s grace can sever a contract as this. After-all, you proposed the initial terms. HE filled in the missing details.”

Sands of Karma

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Entry to this week’s Friday Fictioners! Photo courtesy of Sandra Cook.

Thanatos detached the hourglass. “Pity Eros, this soul built a monumental castle early in life… Nearly pierced the heavens and broke the glass!”

Eros paused to recollect. “Aye, but he assembled too hastily. The shaky foundations undid him midlife and the whole tower collapsed. Despair nigh shed his remaining blood.”

“That would liquefy the sand beneath. Did you intervene?”

“I showed him another life…”

“Quite dangerous. Disclosing past lives create feedback loops. Containment may shatter.”

“No, I showed one future if we mixed his sand with the others; he filled in the blanks.”

“Ah. That explains the tinge of red.”

 

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