Category Archives: Flash Fiction

a twinkling defense

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Icarus 2

a twinkling defense

schiller park illinois april 29 1930 may 2 1930

ǂ transliterate cosmostatic diffusion̚

‘tuesday’

promulgation ∞ entities on planet categorized earth

entire system commands met waiting full analysis observed events massive – mote largest sea floodgate earth holds no importance worldview□ⱷꭀ entities happy drunk undulating happens sound waves distortion connection island australian from britan no big woop entity colloquialism gurgle noise worth report crucial discovery new sustenance object observed ingestion most entities consumption accompanied wanting sound waves entities ‘face’ opens object inserted ‘chewing’ ensues object entirely consumed ‘smiles’ happen most consume second object wrapping left behind receptacle-stratum obtaining sample accomplished shell elastic absorbent probe inserted analysis incomplete mix chemical natural elements split object white substance found analysis ‘banana’ found firm liquid state substance absence adverse effects directive clear sample must undergo further analysis individual consumption commence order pressure seating activated appendage free pressure restraint commence individual consumption promptly

‘saturday’

observation unwise consuming twelve objects obtained earth ‘wednesday’ individual no knowledge next two earth ‘days’ individual came aware ‘saturday’ lifted off-ship entresol leakage unpleasant cleaning commences orders received return procedure engaged repository section full stasis field activated mission rated ﻌﻌﻌﻌ incident object consumption highly suggested leave behind individual rejects factory breached transferred entire factory repository ship full strong discipline expected individual justifies disregard tribunal consumes object two maximum deferring effects individual anticipates exaltations submitting object cosmos entities individual convinced object earth name ‘twinkie’ prove individual correct course pressure seating activated ship sets course engaged ‘twinkie’ consumption commences individual indulges

⸙‘earth’ phraseology glossary follows

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Author’s note:

I’ve tried this style a number of years ago. I got some good feedback/comments, then I dropped it like a  led zeppelin.

Then came I took a prompt challenge from Writer’s Digest:

Describe a normal, everyday object or activity from the perspective of a character who perceives it as a strange phenomenon they are struggling to understand. For example, your character might be an alien or a person from a different historical era trying to explain a smartphone. 500 words or less. 

Decoding the story above is both challenging and fun. Not just in my opinion.  A fellow challenge taker was joyful with breaking it all down.

Question(s) for you:

What grammar elements did I remove in the story?

Could YOU parse it at all? Somewhat? Piece of cake?

mmmmmm. Cake.

Comments and feedback are always welcome.

Thanks

 

Waiting to Perceive

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Nova

Look to the stars

Is almost a useless statement

For the trash eating machinery

The near-dead walking the streets.

Radiated metropolises obliterate the stars

Rendering their brilliance moot.

 

Look to the stars

In calm surroundings, still

Distant are the pollutions obscuring the sky

From obsidian to the deepest black

Stars are the show we can take in

Clouds endeavor to mimic city contaminations

Triumphant when they densely gather

One’s heart and mind should know

Time passes; change follows.

 

Look to the stars

What we see are their deaths

Or nearly so

White Dwarfs, Red Giants, Black Dwarfs

One, two, three

The brilliance of their passing’s

Are the pinpricks in our night.

The Earth rotates around

Our darkness meets others

Other’s eyes partake of their deathly light.

 

Look at the skies

Five billion years from now

Or so

Who will view our Sol’s death throes

As we blink out of sight?

 

 

 

Sióg ar ais: RevitalWriters

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Faery

Sióg ar ais

              Annie paid little attention to the broiling heat.  A raven-haired woman walked past, her back bare of linen; instead, a fully realized Faery tattoo gripped Annie’s attention. The exquisite carving was mesmerizing. Annie’s cheeks burst bright crimson; her ink was nowhere near this mastery.

            Walking down Tarot Alley, Annie followed the Faery. The details were flawless. The wings, translucent. Frenzied wind draped around the Sidhe. The Fae shimmered and drew Annie along.

            The woman stopped.

            “Would you like to touch her?” she murmured, her back still to Annie.

            An expectant “Yes,” glided out of Annie as she raised her hands…

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The Essence Of

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Texting Block

Prompt: Write an Essential Character Trait: Put your thoughts in the comments: what are their essential character traits?

The Essence Of

 

Steve wanted to text Beth immediately after their first date. He sat in his car, going over every detail. Her long red hair. Beth’s yellow summer dress. The way her green eyes drew him in, peeking just above the mandatory face mask. Beth’s figure under that dress. The almost kiss. Sue’s coyness in blocking that.

“The virus,” she mentioned. Beth had gently pushed his hands down after he “accidentally” brushed her breasts. God, those breasts were on repeat in his mind at this point. He had been idling for a long time.

At full pitch arousal, Steve started his Volvo to head home. He had hummed for the entire seventy-two minutes on his drive home. Steve caught a glimpse of his face in the rearview mirror: the gleam from his pre-date dental routine made him grin that much more extensively. Killer smile he thought to his reflection.

Arriving home, Steve glided over the street to his front door. He slid the house key into the lock cylinder in a slow-motion movie style. Engaged, the turn of the key felt good. Very good.

Closing the door, Steve kicked off his Clark’s Oxfords. Unwinding the Paul Smith tie from his neck, Steve felt released. Off came the North & Mark Union blazer. He tossed both on the seat of the hallway chair. His delighted smile followed him as he slid Tom Cruise like across the polished floor.

Plopping on the couch, Steve pulled out his cell, checking the time. His mind was somersaulting. No text or voice mail from Beth. He waffled between texting now or later. Taking a deep breath in, Steve released the air as he thought: Just under two hours. Now’s good.  Yeah, that’s enough space.

Steve texted Beth. What a great time he had. How wonderful she is. Praised her eyes, hair, style. How much he couldn’t wait for their second date. Steve made sure they had concrete plans for a second date before Beth left. Date, time, and place: all secured. He finished the text with a repeat:

“I had a great time with you today. Getting to know you, to see you. I can’t wait for our first kiss.”

That got sent. Immediately followed by:

“See you next Sunday. 4:00 pm. I’m glad you liked the restaurant I chose. Food is great.”

Sent.

Followed by:

“You’re great. Wonderfully great. I’m over the moon that we hooked up.”

Steve sat on the couch, staring at his phone. His breathing went shallow while his left hand quivered. The day moved on; Steve did not. He had no idea why she hadn’t texted back. Beth always texted back within fifteen minutes or less as they did the dating dance. Tinder, of all places. Steve shook his head, the first external movement he controlled in the four hours, thirty-two minutes, and 29 seconds since he sent the last text.

A ding from the phone awakened his body. Beth texted! Steve began davening on the couch. His prayers; heard and answered. He opened the text.

“Hi, Steve. Yes, it was nice meeting you. Have a good night.”

Steve levitated off the couch and into the kitchen. He filled a glass of orange juice, topping it off with Vodka. Then another. He was giddy. Beth said that it was nice to meet him. She wished him a good night. Two more vodkas and OJ turned giddy into sloppy.

In the morning, Steve found himself on the kitchen floor. The cell phone still in his hand.

Before he got up from the floor, he texted Beth.

Viruñas: Nightmares from an Unbleached Soul, AtoZ Blog Challenge

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NIGHTMARES FROM AN UNBLEACHED SOUL

Viruñas

Oye. Usted. Look at that handsome guy
Attractive and sexy, he almost makes you cry
That hombre guapo stirs up your pulse
You tramp around, a gata in heat
One look and you shiver everywhere.

You didn't really think this through
The look in his eyes a devilish glare
His smile is crooked, he licks his lips
Drawing you closer, he puts hands on your hips

Your scent is in the air, enticing
As he comes for you with stealth
You're taken by false charm
Insincere compliments as well

Flattered by his lying words
Flattered by his leer
Everything about him screams
"Sal de aquí! Get Out Of Here!"

Then he takes you, holds your arms
From crooked to enticing, enchanted by his smile
How beautiful a smile, enticed by his charm
But hidden underneath is something vile. 

As he leads you into a slow street dance
Notice no one's giving you a glance
You lean into him as you twirl around
Ask him his name as you give him yours.

A howl erupts from him, laughter you can't hear
The slow spins accelerates to rapido gyrates
He draws you tighter, chest to chest
"Viruñas," he says as he grabs your breast.

You want to fight him, you want to flee
But his mouth is on yours; it wobbles your knees
You can't stop kissing, you close your eyes
Tasting blood on tip of your tongue

Feeling something in you is pulling away
Thoughts you have start to decay
Nothing makes sense; a chaotic mess
You give up your last then tossed away

Viruñas is pleased; she had a tasty soul
Feeding the inferno within; it cries out for more
Putting on another handsome face, natty clothes
The good looking Diablo stalks his next prey 


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In Columbian mythology,  Viruñas  (the Evil One), is considered a representation of Satan and appears as a handsome man who steals the souls of the people. He is a nightmare? Should I have included more Columbian language or leave it out entirely? Please let me know your thoughts in the comments below.

MUSICIANS, or people who know musicians, hear my call
I would love to find someone to collaborate with. Not every one of the 26 Lyrical Poems are winners, and most will need some tweaking. I would just love to hear some, or all of these, put to music.

My theme for this year’s AtoZ Blog Challenge is Nightmare from an Unbleached Soul. 26 Lyrical Poems throughout April, using the letters of the alphabet as our daily jumping-off point. If you want to find blogs that match your interests, check out the Master List.

Comments are always welcome. Why you like the work or don’t, helps me in honing what I love to do.

Thanks for stopping by.

Nightmares from an Unbleached Soul, AtoZ Blog Challenge

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N2020

NIGHTMARES FROM AN

UNBLEACHED SOUL

Nothing to see here. 
Mind your mind. 
Crowds swirl around you
Chatter in your face
And you know you're not the only one
That blindly follows a crooked line. 

One day you comprehend
Your soul feels misaligned
Don't let your mind wander so.
A constricted life is your place
They always screamed NO! Stay in line
You're firmly entrenched in their box.

You're living with a conflicted soul
Looking for a life beyond control
Reaching out for what you want
A slap on the hand brings you about.

Suffocating walls in your dreams
Choking out the best of you
You struggle to breakout; it's in vain
Punished for not following rules
Chipping away at what makes you, you 
You're mashed into a social stew. 

Everyday feels the same
Inane queries come your way
Stomach is always tied in knots
Your bones are coming all unglued
A wicked headache that just won't quit
There's a need to run but you're anchored down.

You're living with a conflicted soul
Looking for a life beyond control
Reaching out for what you want
A slap on the hand brings you about.

You're dying with a conflicted soul
Looking for a life of nonconformity
Reaching out for what you need
A slap on the face brings you about.

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Author’s Note:

A day late, again. Because I write my posts day by day (yes, I don’t rewrite anything to make this easier on me) things can, and do, veer me into anything other than sitting down to write a Lyrical Poem.

Also, this challenge I gave myself is harder than I thought. Lyrical Poetry spurred on by the music in my head and the theme. I will make it, hopefully without any more bumps or snags.

If you are just tuning in, welcome. We’re a tiny bit past the halfway point of the AtoZ Blog Challenge. 26 posts during April, Sundays off for good behavior. We come up with a theme and start on April 1st with the letter “A”. If you care to start from the beginning, click on Awakenings.

There is a wide variety of blogs that you can discover by going to the Master List. I do my darnedest to blog hop every day. Support is a good thing.

I hope you enjoy the theme Nightmares from an Unbleached Soul, which is also today’s “N” spot. Well, technically yesterday’s shouldhavebeen post. I’ll get to “O” a few minutes after posting.

Comments are always welcome.

JUST: Nightmares From An Unbleached Soul, AtoZ Blog Challenge

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NIGHTMARES FROM AN UNBLEACHED SOUL

JUST

A hundred thousand mirrors broke
The Saturday afternoon as I arrived
You'd think that would be enough
Just to seal a fate, competely out of luck
But you'd be wrong
Oh man, you'd be wrong.

I've got one more in front of me
Just waiting to splinter and crack
I'm afraid to turn my eyes away
Looking for a claw to drag me through
You say look away, it'll be okay
Oh man, you'd be wrong. 

Just one more thing on a fiery heap
The mirror held in front, don't you see,
Sees the anguish I've held onto ceaselessly
Damn! Now it's started to crack
You've got platitudes that you think will help
But you'd be wrong, yeah, Oh so wrong.    

The weight alone of that one more thing
Just smashes the mirror into hundreds of me
We wear the same old far away stare
You look at me and your worry is deep
So the platitudes lay dead at my feet
That is wrong, oh man, that is wrong

Just to seal a fate, completely out of luck
Just waiting to splinter and crack
Just one more thing on a fiery heap
Just smashes the mirror into hundreds of me

Just smash the mirror into hundreds of me
Just smashes the mirror
Just smash
Smash.



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Sorry for the delay; needed to go tech free for the day. I needed the stress free environment of my place.

This is Saturday’s posting for April 11, 2020. I’ll work on K later and set the schedule to release K after Midnight (EST).

Stay healthy. Find happiness. Live.

Hank’s Sorrow: Nightmares From An Unbleached Soul, AtoZ Blog Challenge

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H2020

NIGHTMARES FROM AN UNBLEACHED SOUL

HANK’S SORROW

Hello Suzanne, I'm sure you already know,
The worst that could happen; a horrible blow.
Just wanted to tell you, he did love you so
Whenever he mentioned you, his words were aglow.

He was planning on returning, to take up his place
Right beside you, for always, writ on his face
Suzanne I'm sure you've cried, a thousand times or more
Losing him a bit each time he shipped out for war. 

I know he loved you, each and every way. 
He told us to a man; all I can say
He won't be forgotten; we take to heart
A brother beyond the end, he will never depart

Know that you'll have support, from afar or so near
His loving heart is with us, nothing left to fear.
He was brave and determined every damn day
And I'm sorry...I'm sorry, that it ended this way.

His grave is waiting for the topsoil to fill 
The empty six feet down, atop this old hill. 
He loved you, loved you, his forever bride,
He's at rest now, right by your side. 

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Nightmares From An Unbleached Soul is my theme for this year’s A to Z Blog Challenge. 26 posts during the month of April, with Sundays off for good behavior.

I gave myself the challenge of Lyrical Poetry. I’ve had different styles of music in my head as I wrote, and will write, each piece. Would love to collaborate with a musician. If you are one, or know one, who would like to talk about it, let me know. I think it would be a learning experience on both sides.

Click on The Master List so you can find the blogs of writers, poets, photographers, recipes, and more from all over the globe.

Please comment below. Constructive critique is always welcome.

FRAGMENTED: Nightmares from an Unbleached Soul, AtoZ Blog Challenge

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NIGHTMARES FROM AN UNBLEACHED SOUL

FRAGMENTED

All the labels that you wear
Defines your status but you don’t care
How many were placed on you?
You yoke yourself it’s true
Wearing down your fractured mind
You’re Leaving a piece trail behind

Try to make it all fit tight
Losing it all in an inner fight
Something unattainable, a dream for
Leaves you always wanting more.
Who are you trying to please today?
Why do you forget yourself this way?

Their expectations fracture you
Breaking your soul into two
Then as the years go they want more
It’s less of you that’s for sure
Pieces fragmented off bit by bit
Until you feel you do not fit.

And you don’t fit yourself at last
The construct of you decomposes fast
Holding on to what you dreamed
Does not fit with other’s schemes
Who are you? Why are you here?
These questions just disappear.

Why are you? Why do you care?
You’re living out life’s nightmare
Sometimes getting it in the face
Just to keep you in your place.
The more you blindly follow the throng
You’ll fade away like the end of this song.

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Nightmares From An Unbleached Soul

This is a very different AtoZ for me. It’s a risk; it’s a challenge.

Lyrical poetry.  Looking at the nightmares we live, dream, create for ourselves and have thrust upon us. Not all the lyrics will be pretty.  I rarely do pretty. Some will be very, very raw. No apologies.

My heart drips blood while it is on my sleeve.

 

Check out the other blogs that participate. Click above on the letter F or the highlighted link. Look for the master list. Lots to choose from. Enjoy

EPHEMERAL: Nightmares from an Unbleached Soul, the AtoZ Blog Challenge

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NIGHTMARES FROM AN UNBLEACHED SOUL

EPHEMERAL

The sky was golden
Grass was so green
A perfect wind blew through
The landscape looked painted
By Vincent Van Gogh
The flowers were pleasing,
Their colors swirled around 
A star burst inside of me
As I floated high over the ground
The ground
The ground
I floated over the ground.

She came to my side
In a sudden conquest
Arms flung around my neck
There was a kiss
We moved just an inch away
Eyed this ideal bliss in my arms
Hair color changed, same with her eyes
But the dimples remained the same
With that wondrous smile
And we floated high over the ground
The ground
The ground
We floated over the ground.

Drawing us cheek to cheek
She whispered quite clear
"What is the pain you hold?
Why deep despair?"
I bear hugged her gently
I couldn't let go as
The sky turned dark and gray
The temperature got cold
As we floated high over the ground
The ground
The ground
We floated over the ground.

Red lightning struck trees
All asunder to twigs
The wind grew in power
We started to spin
Then the rain came crashing down
We were soaked to the skin
It felt like needles and pins
It felt like we'd drown
As we floated high over the ground
The ground
The ground
We floated over the ground.

"Tell me," she pleaded
"You need to let go
All that you hold inside
That's destroying your soul."
She was right and I knew it
I whispered in her ear
What was inside of me
All that I feared
As we floated high over the ground
The ground
The ground
We floated over the ground.

Tears fell freely
Our feet touched the ground
She hugged me, then kissed
One that lingered long
A blink, she was gone
I looked; was quite alone
There wasn't a sound until
A piercing noise blared
The flowers dripped colors
That pooled at my feet
On the ground
The ground

My eyes flew open
Details faded instantly
Little remained except
A kiss, the caring
The cleansing that began
And two dimpled cheeks 
The rest just flew away
As my feet touched the floor.
Dreams can last a lifetime
Dreams can last a lifetime
Yes, they can last a lifetime
Until you awaken, roused from your sleep.