Category: Fiction

Realization

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A bit of flash fiction for flash Friday! What do you think?

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“An under-sea trigger mechanism is a perfect device,” the Roknokoss leader, Laaked said to his crew. “This is an inferior species, and they are an easy prey.”

“If only the missile falls on planned spot.” Sobrona countered. “The humans have misprogrammed their system; the pod is heading in the wrong direction.”

Laaked cried, “Ah! If there were ever people desperate to be subsumed!”

“Sir, there is a way to correct it,” chimed in Rhuka, “though it will depend on the inferior humans.” “Whatever it takes,” commanded Laaked.

They watched Rhuka transmit a chirping signal to the spaceship system. As hoped, it drew attention to the error, and the humans manually overrode it.

Upon the landing of the satellite pod, the Roknokoss automatically transmitted a signal to their home ship: “Mission Accomplished. Commence bust sequence.” As the global rumble of the alien mobilization began, they were paused suddenly by Sobrona, who turned to Laaked.

“Perhaps they are not all so inferior,” he softly. “Perhaps they can be used.”

Plain Flash Fiction

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Across the flat Oklahoma plain, clouds were building.

“Wait, are those the sirens? Dude, there’s a tornado coming!!”  Running around the house.

“All of these rooms have windows!”

“No, come in here!” A few minutes pass.

“Do I hear them outside?”

“Oh yeah – we’re cool guys!”

“No, things aren’t cool!” Run to the window. The farmland that had previously surrounded us was cracking and being filled with water. A large farmhouse was literally tipping into the new lake as it ate surround Earth. A military unit was sprinting awkwardly against to current to reach the voices inside.

“Oh crap, are we gonna fall into the lake?”  Turn to the host, Joe.

“No, we’re on a granite block.” A few minutes pass and people leave the window.

To our host, “Well, Joe, now you have lakefront property.”

I’m working on doing more fiction/flash fiction.  Any notes? Thoughts? Feedback?

The Loss Trilogy Pt. 3

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I breathed deeply the fresh woodsy air and adjusted the leather bound books of my booth. The cannon announcing the opening of Faire had already been shot, and it was just a matter of time before people started streaming through the lane in front of me. I was quickly lost in the current of old friends long unseen and patrons coming in.

During the first lull in the crowd, a man came to the register with several small notebooks with Celtic symbols etched into them; some of my newer pieces. I smiled at him, glancing at his face briefly before taking the proffered card.  The receipt printed off, and as I started to lay it out to hand him, I read his name.

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Midday Jealousy

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Dear Midnight –

It is as a friend and colleague that I am writing you. I fear that you are taking too much on yourself as the inspiration of poets and lovers, for they all seek your company.  Let me help take up some of the burden. Need I remind you that you have been stealing my sunshine (as it were) for eons? Can we not finally resolve this?

Yours, Noontime (formerly Midday)

 

My dearest Noontime –

How thoughtful it was of you to consider my own well-being, particularly given the work that you need to do containing the sun. We both stoke fires: your sun stokes the fire of the Earth; I cannot help that I stoke the fires of the Earth’s inhabitants’ imagination. I freely confess that the light of the pale moon in my sky depends upon your sunshine, and I thank you for it.

Midnight

 

*Writing 101 – Day 14

A Walk in the Park

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A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. Write this scene.

Today’s twist: write the scene from three different points of view: from the perspective of the man, then the woman, and finally the old woman.

Man: (Thinking) This is nice. Okay. Okay.  Ooh – crack! Okay, missed it. Okay. What? Okay. There’s a bird. Okay. Don’t poop on me – what?! Okay. It’s okay. Oh look, a woman. Okay.  This is – what was that? Who said that? Was that real? Wait, I know her… Oh God – mom?!

Woman: (Thinking) Okay, so far so good. Jesus, after four years, I can’t believe he’s willing to left the hospital for a walk! The meds must me workin’ for him. Will he start talking? What would he say? Probably bitch us all out for injecting him so many – what?! He’s crying?!

Old woman:  (Thinking) I can’t believe I brought this here, the sweater I was going to make for his son. Was that the wrong thing to do? Will I even see him? How different is he? Oh – I see him. He looks just the same! Does he see me? Does… Oh… he does!
*Writing 101

Recuerdos de la Alhambra

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The ancient stone cavern  was oddly fitting for the guitarist playing Recuerdos de la Alhambra. The notes  skipped off strings teased by skilled fingers, bouncing like the shadows of the marble stone in the candlelight from the silk covered table. In the center of the cavern stood a couple elegantly dressed. Her red dress seemed to shimmer of its own accord, and his black hair curled slightly over his crisp white collar.

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The paiR. Dinner nakpins hang limp from hands – forgotten surrender flags. “Bastardo!” Snarled words and spittle. A snarled laugh of disgust. “HA!” Storming across the roomhe slams his hand against the knocked-over chair and sends it fly-flying against the wall. Wood rains. She charged closer to him closing-the-10-foot-distance beating her breast in protest. “’Li mortacci tua!” Whirling around, tearing hair. A red patch of silk fell to the ground.

 

*Writing 101 challenge, day 7.  Whachu think?

 

 

The Morning it Started

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His booted feet covered the dew-covered grass of the empty field until he reached the well-worn wooden bridge. The creek below was slightly swollen and the thick air around him hung low, promising  to entrap anything in its grasp. The smell of mud was strong around him, but the white gravel on the main road protected him from sinking too deep into it.

He continued off the main pebble-covered path to another bridge, this one covered by vines from nearby trees and adorned with plaid red and blue ribbons and bells. Here in the glen the trees were thicker, but so was the mud.

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Pay it Forward – Liebster Award

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Hello friends!  It is with joy that I’m writing you today to inform that my newest blogging BFF has nominated me for the Liebster Award, an unofficial recognition offered among the blogging community

It is believed that the Liebster Award began 2010 in Germany, hence the German name.  “Liebster” is a German word for things like favorite, sweetest, kindest, nicest, dearest, beloved, lovely, kind, pleasant, valued, cute, endearing, and welcome. It was originally, according to some sources, for newer blogs with less than 3.000 followers, but has somehow morphed into those with less than 200 followers. It is meant to create new connections and an environment of a appreciation for the experience and skill of other writers around us.

And here at Creo Somnium, we love creation. 🙂

The rules of the Liebster Award are as follows:

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