Up in the sky!
It’s a bird!
It’s a … writer?
It’s Flying-by-the-seat-of-his-pants Man!
short stories
One Step At A Time – #LoIsInDaBlog and Mindful Monday
I can’t take the directions with me, or rather I can’t see them once I’m there. I must concentrate, memorize, go over them again and again as I prepare myself for my task. The most important task of the day.
I’m ready. Buck up my courage, and…
Wash
Rinse
Repeat.
This 50 word story is inspired by Bee’s prompt, at Just Fooling around with Bee, which is in conjunction with Mindful Monday, a prompt by Colleen, at Silver Threading. Unfortunately my story doesn’t have much to do with this week’s actual prompts, but it was the best I could do at 11pm. Tryin’ to stay healthy by going to bed at a decent time! 😛
Thanks, ladies, for your inspiration. 🙂
wtf?
“Wait.”
“Wait what?”
“That.”
“That what?”
“That!”
“That what? What are you talking about, man?”
“Can’t you taste that?”
“Taste… what? We’re walking down the street, we’re not even eating anything… what the fuck?”
“Calm down, man. I guess I had some pepper left over from dinner.”
“And why the fuck should I be able to taste it?”
“Well it was kinda strong.”
Do you ever?
“Do you ever get close to the end of something, but then you’re too tired to finish?”
“Sometimes.”
“Do you ever see a walrus behind the wheel of a car and he runs a red light and you’re, like, what the fuck is that walrus doing with a license?”
“All the time.”
“Do you ever play a game where you ask a completely absurd question to someone and they answer with a straight face?”
“Can’t say I have.”
Amusing, a 50 word story
“I’m not here to amuse you,” she said as she unbuttoned her blouse.
He lay on the bed regarding her silently.
“Which side do you want?”
No answer.
“Okay, I’ll choose.”
When she reclined, he made his move.
“Stop licking my face, or I’ll replace you with a real man.”
262. (268MAY16WEDS)Scenes from the Second Seat on the Right
Wednesday, May 20th, 5:00pm
Drew (and Zoey)
Drew sits at the window. Zoey takes the seat beside him.
Drew: There is a bird in a tree.
Zoey: I’m sorry?
Drew: There is a bird in a tree… or is the tree simply there for the bird?
Zoey: I think the bird…
Drew: (holds up a finger) You are going to say that because the bird moves and the tree does not that the bird is the one who must be the subject, the one who provides the action, and the tree is merely awaiting the bird’s arrival. BUT! Does not the tree live longer?
Zoey: (nods slowly) It does…
Drew: So again, I ask, is the bird in the tree or does the tree exist for the bird?
Zoey: …Both?
Drew: (frowns) I must contemplate this further.
Zoey: You’re welcome.
Next stop: Thursday, May 21st, 6:00pm
Author’s note: These Scenes are written independently, occasionally featuring the same character from a former scene. Please click on the names in the tags to follow a character’s story. (Zoey)
Dhampyre
You come back. You always do. If I didn’t know better I’d say you were a moth and I am the flame, but no. An insect doesn’t draw all that satisfying ego-boosting boot-licking luxury from a candle. You don’t burn up. You suck.
I wish you could grow up. Take responsibility for the debts you have created. But you act as though the world is your playground. You swing upon the chains that society links together and not surprisingly, it bears your weight. We are a forgiving bunch, me and the other plebes.
But you and me, we’re more personal, aren’t we. How many days and nights and weeks and months and years have we spent in each other’s company. Giving and taking is our history. I’ve plucked from you your essence and you… you have leeched my heart, drop by bloody drop, replacing just enough to keep me alive.
The light in my heart flickers each time we talk. You squint and through my eyes you see the workings of my brain – you analyse and I can actually see your “aha!” moment when you find that thing, that crack in my armor, and you’re like a vacuum. Resistance is futile.
You will never let me go. Even if you die before me I will always wonder if there is more I could have done. More I could have given. One more drop of blood; one more spark of light.
You were my love and now, now you kill me slowly. You always come back.
SoCS – Death Wish (96 words)
My eye brushes gently ‘cross your death note; the taste of it sweet upon my lips. If I thought you weren’t kidding I would surely be afraid for you. But this is you, as you are. As you have always been. The kingdom of Dramaland resides within you – it echos softly as your blood drips on the floor in a tainted half-hearted effort to end it all.
I laugh, straining not to shed tears upon your page. When I look up you are smirking at me. And now it is I who wishes my end.
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This post is unedited and written as part of Stream of Consciousness Saturday – a fun prompt that anyone can participate in! Find the rules here: http://lindaghill.com/2015/03/20/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-march-2115/
badge by Doobster @ Mindful Digressions
It is also part of Mr. Chuck Wendig’s Flash Fiction challenge. This week: 100 words only. Check it out! http://terribleminds.com/ramble/2015/03/20/flash-fiction-challenge-100-words-only/
Achtung Baby (SoCS & JusJoJan)
The stage is set, the players, all fifteen of them, stand in the wings, waiting to go on. All are naked; some are bold, most are nervous. Among them, Armand is one of the youngest at twenty-one tender years of age. As he follows a woman of forty out onto the platform, he wills his body into submission, not wishing to show more of himself than he must. He wishes briefly that he had cut his hair so as not to be as conspicuous. He is aware of the soft strands brushing against his buttocks as he takes stage left.
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Notes in hand, textbooks tucked under her seat, Zelda sits in the audience among one hundred and fifty of her colleagues. Pen poised, her eyes drift over the bodies on stage, coming to rest upon the lithe, shy man at stage left. He scans the front row not lifting his gaze, probably lest he realizes just how many eyes are upon he and his fellow subjects. It never seems to matter to them that their audience is comprised of physicians whose interest in them is entirely clinical. It was, for Zelda, until today.
She shifts to the edge of her seat, staring at him. Willing him to look up to her fifth row seat. She has fallen in love, for as much good as it will do. Contact between physician and subject in this particular venue is forbidden. Getting backstage would be more difficult than breaching security at a rock concert.
Ignoring the rest of the class she stares only at him. When it is his turn to step forward she gasps involuntarily.
He looks up at her and a faint smile crosses his lips.
Perhaps in the next lifetime.
This post is part of SoCS. The prompt today is Scene/seen. Please join in! http://lindaghill.com/2015/01/30/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-january-3115/
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And… AND… JusJoJan!! http://lindaghill.com/2015/01/20/jusjojan-day-21-30-prompt/
SoCS – In and Out
The facts are unshakable. Incontrovertible. I saw him with my own eyes, laying in the coffin, eyes closed, hands crossed on his chest. They had him in a black suit and a white shirt, with a boutonniere; a red carnation. He could have been going to the prom. Only he wasn’t. In fact he prevented my sister and so many others from going to their proms. He was a killer. And I’m glad he’s dead.
As they nailed down the lid of his coffin I laughed a little on the inside. Maybe it was nerves. I have them now – a week later. I got a call from the police, in fact I just hung up – contacting his other victims’ families wasn’t fun. He’s gone missing from the grave. Did someone dig him up? Or did he get out himself?
What I didn’t mention to the police, nor to the other families was the damned red boutonniere I found taped to the outside of my living-room window. Even after a week it still looked fresh. Alive, even.
This post is part of SoCS: http://lindaghill.com/2014/11/21/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-november-2214/ Join in the fun!
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