Visual Dare 26 - Engraved

Having missed last week's, I'm going to be hot off the press with this week's Visual Dare and one of the first to enter for a change.

It came to us all, didn’t it? We’d all reach that point, well unless we were taken early, otherwise it was our future; the story of our lives engraved in our faces - although hopefully not as deeply as this mans.

Miranda stood on the underground platform and stared at the enormous billboard of his face. Although she found it repugnant she was drawn to it, fascinated by it. How old was he? Was this simply from spending too much time in the sun? Was it in his genes? Was it a cultural thing? She pondered it all as she stood there, thinking about her own mortality. Then the air whipped up around her indicating the tube was about to arrive and the poster was obscured from view. But it stayed in her mind, making her think about her own aging process, grateful that it was not as blatantly visible.  

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Five Sentence Fiction - Blades

 

Lillie McFerrin's Weekly Flash Fiction Prompt - 'Blades'

 

She could still see the blade out of the corner of her eye lying in the grass, with her blood on it. She could feel the rest of her blood rushing from her. Her hand squeezed her stomach in an attempt to stop it, but that attempt was getting weaker and weaker. She could feel the vibration of his footsteps fade through the soft turf as he rushed away. Was he going for help, or was he going to hide?

Kindred - MWBB

Still going strong with my Mid-Week Blues-Buster competition entries - got a 2nd place this week!

The sound prompt this week was very 'ethnic/new age travaller' for my taste, but on a second listening a story appeared. I looked for the dark turn but none came, and I came out with something far more romantic than I would usually produce...but I like it!

The prompt was a song:

  “Tinta” by Faun

 

Ruth pushed open the cabin door, inhaling the scent of the thick foliage and fresh wood that surrounded it. It had been too long.

She walked in and found it untouched. Her heart sank.

She traced her finger along the rough wooden kitchen table and thought about the last time they had used it. She climbed the ladder up to the eves where their bed lay. She looked at it, still pristine, not a crease in it. He hadn’t been here.

She sighed, but made her way back down the ladder and brought in her bag, putting it on the table and unpacked its tiny contents into the single kitchen cupboard. It wouldn’t be long before she could use them.

Ruth busied herself with preparing the hearth and a fire for the evening. Dusk wouldn’t be long, and then she could get to work. She only allowed the questions to surface at the edge of her thoughts, not letting them in fully. There were a millions reasons why he might not be back, and he could be on his way. She refused to acknowledge any of her nagging doubts. She would help him soon enough.

She also refused to chide herself for not having returned sooner. Things had to be arranged. She wanted this to go right; she wouldn’t risk him being taken again.  

Dusk fell and she took a stool outside so she could listen. It took a while, but soon she heard it, and smiled to herself. She went inside to fetch her tools.

As she brought out the array of objects she could feel it coming closer, and the sound increase. Her heart was light and totally open, as it should be.

Then more solid sounds were audible, in particular footfalls, or were they hoof falls? She wasn’t quite sure, but it didn’t matter.

The crashing and breaking of foliage moved closer until an outline appeared in the dark.

She was right, she had heard both. He stepped out into the clearing, leading his horse.

He stopped when he saw her, and then swept the helmet off his head as though it blocked his view.

“My lady, you have returned!”

Ruth smiled, wanting to step forward, but knew better of it. “I have.”

“And you reached me.”

“I did.”

He bowed low. She curtsied in response.

“I will come.” When he stood there was a new light in his eyes.

“Please.”

“Can you wait?”

“For eternity.”

He smiled. “It won’t be that long I promise.”

“Are you far?”

He looked back over his shoulder, seeing what she could not. “No, my lady, not in distance.”

“I will aid you.”

He remained silent, but his eyes told her all she needed to know. Again she resisted the urge to run to him, knowing he wasn’t really there.

He faltered as he spoke. “I must go.”

“I know.”

He started to turn, heading back into the woods. She watched him go. He glanced at her one last time, his eyes bright and smiling. It wouldn’t be long, they could both feel it.

Ruth remained outside picking up each object and delivering its incantation, until the chill bit into her. Then she moved in by the fire and continued until the embers burned so low she could barely see. Eventually she climbed the steps up to the bed and fell into a dreamless sleep, exhausted by her efforts.

She didn’t hear the creak of the cabin door, or the soft footsteps on the ladder. But she knew the arm that fell across her as a body shuffled up against her, and the scent that made her smile in her dream. They were well met at long last; there would be no more interference. 

Flash Flood Entry - Echo of a Whistle

 

National Flash Fiction Day is held in the UK and around the world on June 22nd 2013.

Various events and competitions take place in the run up to it, and on the day loads of flash pieces by various authors are put up on a variety of sites. One of them is the Flash Flood Journal.

Writers submit their pieces of flash in the weeks prior and wait to see if their piece is accepted. Last year my piece wasn't, but this year it was!

So I am over the moon to add this to my list of publishing successes!

Read my entry 'Echo of a Whistle' here.

SJIBFS Flash Fiction competition entry

To celebrate this year’s National Flash Fiction Day 2013, a friend of mine, Susi Holliday collaborated with The British Fantasy Society (BFS) to create the very first SJIBFS Flash Fiction competition.

 I wrote a piece for it, and was lucky enough to get Longlisted (down to the last 20). 

This was the photo that inspired me. 

Everyone said it couldn’t happen, they said, ‘We’ll be fine’, living in their ignorance as they always did with their blinkers on. Annihilate other species, destroy the environment; ‘It’ll be fine, we’ll find a way, someone will save the day. It’s not that bad, is it?’

And even when the fires started no one thought much of it. ‘We’ve had bush fires before, we can manage them, it won’t be a problem, you’ll see. The weather will change, the drought will break, and it’ll be over soon.’ And even when people started dying and homes were ravaged, and everyone thought it was awful, they still went about their day-to-day business.

But then the fires started to get bigger, started to spread into the nice neighbourhoods, burn down the well-to-do homes and that’s when it started to hit the news. And slowly every day people started tuning in, panic started rising, the rush started.

The weather didn’t break and they spread to the cities, and cropped up in places in the world that hadn’t experienced them before. Things started to get out of hand. People started to get out of hand.

Jonas looked up into the night sky. He could just make it out on the horizon, a faint dusty ball of light. It seemed incredible and ironic to Jonas that at this distance it could still be a threat, but that’s what they said.

He was lucky; he’d been one of the lucky ones to know the right people; to already be involved with the right organisations and have the right credentials to be part of the crew. He looked back at the bubble they were now living in through the visor of his Space helmet, and although it wasn’t much, he couldn’t be more grateful for its existence.

Prior to the fires the public had been so obsessed with celebrity, with social media and talking politics and religion, they hadn’t been aware of what had been going on in Space. Space travel was considered ‘passé’, so ‘last decade’. Life had been all about technology, the miniature electronic kind; Smartphones, Tablets, iPods, MP3 players, all about accessing, creating and sharing content on the Internet, and getting whatever they could for free. They weren’t listening to, or watching what was going on in Space.

And when the fires had started to get out of control the decision had been made to take it out of the public forum, to pull it back from the public eye and move it into the secrecy zone. And thanks to the distractions no one seemed to notice.

Life on Mars wasn’t as lively as the TV show, but it was certainly better than no life at all. Jonas just hoped they were wrong and that the burning ball that was once their home wasn’t going to lose its orbit and swing their way. 

Visual Dare 24 - Mastermind

This week's Visual Dare had the most intriguing photo and prompt.

 

He watched them move around, like ants on an ant farm, rushing here and there, going about their business; doing all those things they thought they should be doing. He particularly liked it when they checked their watches; it made him smile.

He’d done his job well, bringing structure and conformity, giving purpose and urgency to their tiny insignificant lives. If only they knew how futile it was, how they bound themselves to a concept, created by nothing more than a mastermind.

A few of them had understood the idea, that Time was nothing but a construct, but by then it was too late, they couldn’t think without it, or live outside it, they couldn’t break free. It had become the very foundation of their existence, fed to them the second they arrived, down to the time they were born. He could only pity them. 

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Pearlies - MWBB

And again, I won 3rd place for this weeks Mid-Week Blues-Buster competition. And I was a little unsure of this piece and whether it worked - although I really enjoyed the song!

The prompt was a song:

  “Rag and Bone” by The White Stripes

They settled their sleeping bags outside the store in the early hours. Unfortunately they weren’t the first. Mitsy didn’t like that at all; she dished out filthy looks left, right and centre. She wasn’t going to make friends with these people, tomorrow she would be fighting with them.

They managed to get a place up against the wall. Silvia had squeezed her way in and spread herself out to make room for Mitsy to join her.

“I’m not ‘appy about this Silv, there’s too many of ‘em.”

“It’ll be good Mits, you’ll see.”

Mitsey pulled a face, unconvinced. Silvia pulled out the flask of coffee, and they took turns taking swigs from the little plastic cup. There was no way they were going to sleep, they wanted to be up and ready for those doors to open.

And they were, along with elbows flying, oblivious of the shrieks of outrage from the other women waiting. They were going to be bloody first and that was the end of it.

Silvia rushed to one of the bigger tables, the high piled jumble of glitter and sequins working it’s magic on her and drawing her in. She grabbed at handfuls of them trying to look at them all before anyone else got their hands on them.

Mitsy was on the other side and had already got into a fight with one of the other battle axes, insisting that she had it first. She didn’t even know if it was her size, but that wasn’t the point.

That was when he jumped up on the table and boomed down the megaphone at her to stop!

Mitsy leapt back in terror, releasing the garment.

He was a long thin man, dressed in a pearly suit that glistened off the overhead strip lights. And the top hat lent a quirky, jaunty look that seemed disturbing to her somehow. He kept his eyes on her; tiny dark brown, deep set things that gave her the shivers.

She rushed round to Silvia and tugged at her arm.

“Let’s leave it shall we?”

“What? You’ve gotta be kidding, ain’t ya? No way, I’m just getting started.”

“He’s giving me the willies he is, I wanna to go.”

“Who is?”

“ ‘im up there!” She jabbed her finger upwards, trying not to be seen, but his eyes hadn’t left her.

Silvia looked round, and frowned at Mitsy. “No clue who you’re talking about; there’s no blokes ‘ere.”

“Don’t be funny Silv! The pearlie on the table, with the megaphone.”

Silvia took a side glance at the table, then at Mitsy.

“You ‘avin one your turns again love? There’s nobody there.”

Mitsy froze. Silvia lowered the garment she was holding up, and gave Mitsy a sympathetic look.

“It’s always pearlies int it love?”

Mitsy’s eyes started to well up and Silvia quickly put her arm round her, pulling her in. Then she whispered, “Has he gone yet?”

Mitsy nodded, and croaked, “Why does he always do it Silv? Send them. Why don’t he just leave me alone?”

“He don’t like it Mits, never did. He hated you hunting for bargains, always thought yous were better than that.”

Mitsy gave a small laugh. “Bit of a joke seeing as he was the rag and bone man!”

Silvia giggled too. “Yeah he was a funny man, your Bill, miss him.”

“Me too.” Mitsy was sniffling into her hanky. Silvia chucked down the clothes she had in her hands.

“Come on love, let’s go down the High Street for a cuppa. There’s not much here anyway.”

Mitsy nodded as they started to push their way out again.