Category Archives: flash fiction

Mixed Signals

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Entry to this week’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge!

“The record stands 11 to 10” chirped Kris as he tied off his skip to the wharf. The last race had gone exceptionally well given the headwinds in the last hour.

“You got lucky this time! If it wasn’t for that alligator that started tailgating my boat” yelled Wheaton who was still sweating from the near life-death experience.

“Tailgating both of us. I recall being neck and neck when that log started drifting on its own. You made the first move to break away before it pounced”

“Bah, how was I supposed to know gators like moving prey. Don’t they prefer to sneak up on their food?”

Kris gave a slight grin as he took a gander around Wheaton’s craft. “Maybe it wasn’t looking for food. That engine of yours makes a pretty deep rumble.”

Old Patron

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Entry to this week’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge!

“Who’s the man that you keep sketching every week in the studio?” inquired Madeline. Her father had recently took to portraiture drawing after a decade long hiatus in the arts.

“This is my old college roommate Dan. He made a bet that I couldn’t remember his face after all these years so I accepted the challenge… Ten portraits over several weeks depicting his ugly mug under the best of all possible lights!”

“Heheh, do you plan on showing these beautiful caricatures to his wife? She’ll be the best of judges” grinned Maddy with a devilish eye.

“Even better. I’m going to put them on exhibit and invite the two over. The expo will be called Recollections of a Wanted Man.”

Krovikian Saga 1.

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Entry to this week’s Friday Fictioneers!

Jeremiah had many guises. In past lives, he had been a sorcerer, assassin, mystic, warlord, and baron. His pact with the Krovikian Order gave him eternal life but at a steep cost. Beneath the temple lie a vast catacomb of phylacteries that housed the faithful’s souls. Such bonds tied Jeremiah to the syndicate for millennia until his latest reincarnation. Fortunately, the purification process had failed to eradicate his fledgling vessel’s soul which remarkably started re-coalescing through sheer force-of-will. Katarina was its self-name and he would use her to break both his imprisonment and the Order’s grip on the world.

Monkey Pass

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Entry to this week’s Mind Love Misery Menagerie!

There once was a route that only monks could pass. It belonged to a sacred pilgrimage that initiates took to cleanse their souls of the karma from previous lives. For three-hundred miles, a monk traverses alone through sheer cliffs and narrow crevices until reaching a shrine atop a mountain. Each day, he or she burns off an article of their clothing as to release an attachment to their life. Those without the proper discipline and resolve do not complete the journey and succumb to the elements.

Legends tell of the monkey king who had once made this very trip in a bet against the Buddha. Stripped bare of his immense strength and disguised as a monk, the monkey king quickly realized that he was in no condition to finish the task. Using magic, he plucked a single hair out to make a clone fully attired and expendable. The Buddha who saw the deception transformed the clone back into a hair and hid it up the deceiver’s nose during the night. When morning broke, the monkey king attempted the same trick but without success. Realizing the ruse was up, he continued the journey with sheer willpower until by the end atop the cold mountain, all his fur was plucked gone. After the Buddha had restored his powers, the discarded fur subsequently transformed into wild monkeys that now watch the pass for cheaters.

Immortalized

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Entry to this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction!

Roberto had no idea what he’d gotten himself into after the casting crew told him to strip down. The audition was for a sidekick role on a pilot of a cross-over sci-fi detective series between Sherlock Holmes meeting inter-galactic crime syndicate. He felt a slight chill in his briefs after the cameras started rolling.

“Recite these lines” commanded a female producer as she pointed to a page on the script.

“A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush” Roberto uttered in his best Watson imitation.

“Again” ordered the producer, “this time with rage.”

“A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush!” Roberto yelled, channeling Taxi driver.

“Again! With sorrow and disgust!” dictated the producer.

Several hours after the audition, an exhausted Roberto stumbled back to his flat. Upon entering, he found a DVD and letter by his TV. The video showed Roberto starring in a live-action trailer of the upcoming pilot with lines and scenes that he neither spoke nor shot in. The backside of the letter revealed a contract, signing away all rights to his façade. Dotted lines hovered below a signature, undoubtedly his. Beneath that was a simple order…

“initial”

Itinerant

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Entry to this week’s mind love miserys menagerie!

Mathew: The folks who manage the Belvedere have a saying that there’re two types of people who stay here. Stray cats, and lost dogs.

Joseline: Oh is that so. Why not a third like a homely Kangaroo?

Mathew: Hear me out.

Joseline: Ok

Mathew: The stray cats are a flighty bunch who can’t settle in any one place for long. Their daemon is an ever-rising tide that follows them. Boredom is the trigger but I believe it to be dread. What’s on the other side of the tide, they refuse to see much less willing to dip their paws into. And so, they must keep scurrying from one ledge to the next till none remain.

Joseline: Ha! must be why existential cat loathes the tub. But how do they end up at the Belvedere then?

Mathew: Well that is because of the lost dogs.

Joseline: Let me guess, orphans who are looking for a home?

Mathew: Yes in a way but more sad. Lost dogs are sniffing for a master that they have never known. It’s an instinct that should have never evolved had they stayed wolves instead of submitting to the other. Because of this, they carry an aura of loneliness of the most repellant sort and will follow the slightest affection to the ends of the Earth.

Joseline: Is Belvedere at the ends of the Earth?

Mathew: Almost. When stray cats and lost dogs meet, a terrible misunderstanding happens. The former confuses attention for a perch. The latter mistakes charm for love. The Belvedere is the prison from which the cats can’t leave and the dogs can’t enter. It is hell on Earth!

Joseline: Who are you?

Mathew: Why the exterminator of course. How else to keep the numbers down?

Catch the Sky

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Entry to this week’s Sammi Scribbles! Image courtesy of Artem Chebokha.

I saw to capture the sky.

Effortless was light on my eyes.

Till brush met canvas and paint smattered.

Refusal spoke winds, clouds stuttered.

So I took my easel and colors aside.

Closed my eyes and tried to hide.

For night would fall and heavens slumber.

Snuck back out, clandestine plunder.

And by morning’s break, the masterpiece complete.

Gasped the sky, thought I had cheat.

Not ineffable,

but very difficult.


 

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