Posts Tagged ‘flash fiction’
flash fiction, hadji ali, short stories, stories, trifecta writing challenge, wednesday wiki-prompt, writing
In Fiction on October 31, 2012 at 8:32 am
This week I’ve decided to combine a couple prompts (namely, my Wednesday Wiki-prompt and the Trifecta Writing Challenge). This wasn’t out of any sort of creative ambition, the week just started to get away from me and I need to keep planning for NaNoWriMo!
Anyway, Week 4’s prompt was this article on Hadji Ali, a vaudeville performer who specialized in controlled regurgitation (yep). The Trifecta prompt was the third, more general definition of whore (as in, someone who sells out for money).
Give ‘er a read and let me know what you think below!
The Egyptian Miracle Man
“Almina, my darling, do not take these things so seriously…”
Hadji Ali watched his daughter in perplexity. She paced the room, a furious tigress. Read the rest of this entry »
flash fiction, friday fictioneers, short stories, stories, writing
In Fiction on October 26, 2012 at 2:15 pm
As October goes on, so does my constant vacillation between abstraction and creepiness in my stories (though I did just take a break from all that to play dress up with some of my favorite dead authors).
Give this one a read and then head on over to Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s page, the brand new home of the Friday Fictioneers. Happy weekend everyone!
Passing Time
The coffee never gets cold. Read the rest of this entry »
flash fiction, mercury dime, short stories, wallace stevens, wednesday wiki-prompt, Wikipedia, writing
In Fiction on October 24, 2012 at 11:54 am
It’s Wednesday, and for the last few weeks at least, for me that has meant the Wednesday Wiki-prompt. Week 3’s prompt was this article on the Mercury Dime.
I ended up getting pretty abstract with it (a more thorough explanation of why exactly will follow). But for now just give it a read and let me know what you think!
The Fourteenth Way
In midwinter, an old man shuffles down a snow-deep street. His stomach hurts from the cancer, and blackbirds watch from the trees. He knows they are waiting for night to fall. Read the rest of this entry »
flash fiction, scarecrow, scary stories, short stories, stories, trifecta writing challenge, writing
In Fiction on October 23, 2012 at 12:37 pm
Scarecrow
The boys shuffled through ankle-deep leaves on their way up the hill. The night was drawing on and their breath made ghosts in the frosty air.
“It’s not as good this year,” Lucas said wistfully. “What happened to all the king-sized stuff?”
“The economy, I guess,” Will replied, and Lucas grumbled his agreement. The grownups were always saying it, anyway.
“At least Mr. and Mrs. Crane always get the good stuff,” he said, and as he spoke the house at the top of the hill materialized through giant elms and magnolia trees, an enormous three-story Victorian with deep eaves and shadowed windows. The place was dark save for the sinister glow of jack-o-lanterns, their grins glimmering along the weedy walk. Read the rest of this entry »
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In Fiction on October 19, 2012 at 12:19 pm
The Captain
The captain cleared the tangled cords from his eyes and swung them over his shoulder like lengths of filthy rope. He turned into the wind and felt the vessel pitch to starboard.
“Damn ballast,” he muttered. The crew had been careless with the cargo again.
He had a mind to take these landlubbers out to sea – orders be damned! – and leave ‘em stranded on some salty rock, but that just wouldn’t do; they had a schedule to keep.
One came up now, greener than seaweed, and nearly swooned.
“Hey mister,” he said. “Can you stop the bus? I think I’m gonna hurl.”
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black, flash fiction, fool, pietro barbino, short stories, trifecta writing challenge, writing
In Fiction on October 15, 2012 at 10:26 pm
The Black Fool
“I’m the Black Fool now.”
Pietro Barbino was drunk again, and making japes at his master – but this time his master had nothing to say.
“Black Fool, for I’ve stained my motley garb… with this…”
He stared in wonder as he took his hands away. The blood, clotting, pulled into long, sticky tendrils. It seemed black in the half-light. Pietro leaned closer.
“I can’t hear you, Cosimo,” he growled. “Your mouth is open, but I can’t tell: are you laughing? Are you pleased with your fool?” Read the rest of this entry »
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In Fiction on October 12, 2012 at 12:02 am
It’s Friday (though only by a minute here on the East Coast) and I’m jumping into the Friday Fictioneers game right on time this week.
I hope you like what I’ve done with the prompt, but either way, after you give it read you should head on over to Madison Woods‘ site for even more great weekend word-smithing!
The Blue Door
“Yeşil Hat. Mavi kapı.”
Giannis Markou read the note for the hundredth time, and for the hundredth time he felt his pulse quicken. “Green Line. Blue door.” Read the rest of this entry »
death, flash fiction, scary stories, short stories, writing
In Fiction on October 8, 2012 at 8:55 pm
It’s Only A Story
The train hurtled through the darkness – and the countryside, all black, rushed imperceptibly past.
“Tell us a story, grampa,” Dean said, “a scary one.”
An eyebrow raised, Charles set down his teacup. Read the rest of this entry »
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In Fiction on October 5, 2012 at 12:36 pm
It’s Friday, and Friday means flash fiction with the Friday Fictioneers (hosted, as always, by Madison Woods). This week’s photo prompt was taken by Raina Ng. Here’s my story for this week!
Orang Bunian
“Look!” Osman whispered. “By the window – a bunian!”
“I don’t see anything,” Malik complained. Read the rest of this entry »
chance, five sentence fiction, flash fiction, possibility, short stories
In Fiction on October 4, 2012 at 11:18 pm
The Possibilities Are Endless
Thousands of papers, tiny strips the size of fortune cookie fortunes, whirled about him in a shrieking vortex — nipping, biting, and opening his skin, driving him to a hopeless delirium.
“You must choose, Mr. Burgess, or eventually you will bleed to death,” the voice from the loudspeaker said. Read the rest of this entry »
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