Thursday, 29 May 2014

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - INTO THE UNREAL WORLD - MY 100 WORDS BY LINDA PALUND


INTO THE UNREAL WORLD

           “The real world!” Ginny cried.
            “I forgot how beautiful it was,” I sighed.
            “Be careful, girls,” the Master cautioned. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”
            “And the beholder probably bewitched this gateway, too.” I grumbled, kneeling on the paving stones, preparing for the jump.
            The Master made no answer.  He had lost his second sight.  Beholden to the beholder, we paid our ransom in kind, Ginny, her golden hair and I, my perfect teeth. 
            Desperate to escape; we no longer knew what was real or what other traps awaited us.  Together, we hurled ourselves into the unreal world.

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Wednesday, 21 May 2014

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - GHOSTS ON THE ROAD - MY 100 WORDS BY LINDA PALUND


GHOSTS ON THE ROAD

            When I moved to Willoughby, Jennie warned me.  
            “Don’t take the North Road on Saturday nights.”
            “Why not?” 
            “Too many ghosts walk that route.”
            “Oh? Why is that?” I humoured her.
            “They’re going to the picture show.”
            “Are you serious?”
            “We had a flash flood in ‘95. The North Road became a river. Flooded the town and drowned everyone in the picture house.  
            Saturday nights it was always full.  
            We buried the dead and cleaned up the town.  After we rebuilt the picture house, the ghosts started turning up. They missed the movies, you see.  
           Death is pretty boring.”

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Saturday, 9 June 2012

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - 8 June 2012 - THE BLIMP - My 100 Words - Sussan De Allura


THE BLIMP

         “Count backwards from 100, Suzanne...”
         Whoa! I am flying.  I am floating.  I am so grateful to feel this way.  It’s heavenly.  I wish it would last forever....
         It didn't.
         “Your uterus weighed 27 lbs! It’s a record!”
         If I lose 60 more pounds, I wont look half bad.
         My husband Jeff comes in, clearly disappointed to see me still alive.
         “Honey,” he begins, “now that I’ve got you through your “sick” time, you need to know, I’m in love with someone else.  I can't say who, her folks don't know yet.”
         I’m still floating.  Should I care?  I’m neutered!

Thursday, 31 May 2012

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - 1 June 2012 - THE CULDERA - My 100 Words - Sussan De Allura

The Culdera

     I came to and almost gagged at the smell of whiskey, burnt flesh, blood, and the sickeningly sweet smell of my best friend Sarah decomposing.
     The old woman came over, cleared her throat and spat a wad of phlegm in my face.
     “Clean your slutty self up and don't try to run, whore! There is nothing we like better that a little hunting, right Son?!”
     Suddenly the earth started to shake. The sound was deafening. I watched as half of the nearby mountain gave way and came to life. To me the most beautiful thing...
     “Thank you, God!”



Friday, 25 May 2012

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - 25 May 2012 - MOTH INVASION - My 100 Words - Sussan De Allura


MOTH INVASION


         My partner is an Entomologist. Ironically, I have an excruciating timidity around insects.  We've come to rural Mississippi for Jacs' field research.
         Jacs' piercings and tattoos and my “time traveler from Woodstock” getup, provoke gawking and jeering from the backwoods' residents. “Lesbos”, they sneer, but Jacs enthusiasm is unabated.
         Today's mission: a Hog-Fest on Micky D's French Fries!
         Jacs spotted them instantly. “Look, a Polyphemus Moth! The gorgeous green one is a Luna Moth. Fantastic!”
         Then more came. Before we knew it, clouds of huge Moths engulfed the jeep.
         “Jacs!” I screamed and screamed and screamed.



Friday, 27 April 2012

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - 27 April 2012 - My 100 Words - Sussan De Allura


Evil Is

         Not one shred of fear is left in me.  This is kill or be killed and I know that escaping from this mad man is no longer my prime objective.  A ferocity so intense grows in me, filling me with energy and a sharp and clear-thinking mind.
         I gaze around his house of horrors.  It is so vile, the horrid bĂȘtes noires has an extensive collection of barbwire, each 18”sample now desecrated in dry blood.  Each has a date, a name and a rating...a rating!  I am going to kill this abomination.
         Strangely I look forward to the pleasure...


Monday, 23 April 2012

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - 20 April 2012 - AH - My 100 Words - Sussan De Allura

Ah...
         Ah, to be alone at last on this glorious morning!  Nature awakening me.  Oh, it feels so good to be away...
         That was the last thought I had before I felt a stunning blow from behind, the breath forced out of me as we crashed to the ground, my hair being savagely pulled and twisted, my head smashed into the no longer peaceful earth.
         My eyes fixed on a lovely little mossy place trickling drops of water...it smelled so sweet! I just fell into it, got lost in it, became it.          
          Everything else I was before, I am not now…


Friday, 30 March 2012

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - 30 of March - Scott Hays - His 100 Words

That's My Truck
Yep, that’s my blue truck.  Or, what’s left of it, anyway.  It stopped running and Spotcheck was going to come up and help me get it started, but he left town and that was that.  I then planned on using parts from it on the yellow truck I got next (I traded a roll of fiber optic cable, a sliding glass door, and a pallet of shingles for it), but the yellow truck stopped running, too.  It’s over there, in the other field.  By the Volkswagen and dune buggy.
I just heard that Danny has a stake truck for sale.


This is Scott's first attempt at Flash Fiction and I have put it up here for all of you to take a look at. Critique away, remaining as always, generous and kind.

Monday, 26 March 2012

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - 23 of March - Sussin de Allura - Her 100 Words



THE PLACE OF LIVING OR DYING

Marion gazed around the peaceful room, glowing in lovely mauve light. 
An icy terror chilled her bones, but the needle didn’t hurt when it pricked her arm.  
She surrendered to sleep, into that familiar dream of dead trees, black from past fires, brittle and menacing.
She did not fight as her life’s blood was sucked away, into the thicket, into the briar, feeding that Dead Place. 
There was the little swoosh that comes when a person exhales his last breath.  
30 seconds later, the aids put her lifeless body on the gurney. 
“One more down, wanna grab a beer, Frank?”


Note: This is Sussin's first attempt and she welcomes any critiques you may have time for, but be gentle....

Wednesday, 5 October 2011

THE ANGEL AND THE HOURGLASS - An Ancient Tale

     A very long time ago, there was a small village near Lublin, in Poland, which became renowned throughout that part of Europe for the beauty of its women. Not a daughter was born to any family in the village whose every feature was not pleasing to the eye, and as each year passed, these daughters grew into young women so refined and comely that one could not look upon them without sighing, and many men would break down and cry at the sight of such perfection.
     It was a wonder to everyone that such exquisite beauty should exist in our world. Naturally, parents came from far and wide to arrange marriages for their sons to such beautiful young women.
     But then, one day, tragedy struck.
     It happened to one household, but soon began to spread throughout the village. That day began as any other. A mother arose just before dawn, quickly arranging her scarf over her hair as she climbed over her sleeping husband.  She was careful not to waken him before his morning prayers and tiptoed to the cupboard bedroom where her two daughters and young son slept. She woke her eldest daughter and sent her to the well to bring fresh water for breakfast.
     As in every other household in the village, it was the custom that each morning the eldest daughter would bring fresh water from the well while the mother laid the fire and prepared the family breakfast.  All seemed normal that morning, but as the mother began to shape the balls of potato dough into pancakes, she began to wonder, where was Yenka with the water?
     And so it was that Yenka, her beautiful eldest daughter, never returned from the well that day. The other girls from the village found the empty bucket laying beside the well, but there was no sign of Yenka.
     At first, some of the villagers thought she might have run away, eloped with one of the Gentile boys who sometimes visited the village to admire the women there, but a week later, another daughter from a different household disappeared at the same well.  After that, no daughter was allowed to visit the well by themselves - or to go anywhere without a chaperone.
     But despite these precautions, the following week, another beloved daughter disappeared, this time from her own bed, which she shared with her two little brothers. No one saw or heard anything. She simply vanished and that was that.
      Now the village was in an uproar.
     The wisest man in the village was the Rabbi, of course, himself the father of three gorgeous daughters. He called together a meeting of the entire village, men, women and children.  He began by listening to the parents of the missing girls. Their stories were heartbreaking and many of the villagers cried upon hearing them.  Then he allowed any villagers who wished to say anything or offer any suggestions to speak. Most only wanted to express their fears for their own daughters, but several suggested some useful ways to better protect their families.
      After listening carefully, the Rabbi told the villagers what he thought.
"My friends. These tragedies can have only three causes. One, that our daughters are unhappy here and for some reason have decided to run away. leaving without a note or a word to anyone. Two, some person or persons, either out of envy or wickedness, have stolen into our village and kidnapped our daughters from under our noses, or three, evil sorcery is at work, and our daughters are being stolen away by demons, whether out of pure evil or mischief or for a purpose we cannot know or fully understand.
     As for the first reason, let me tell you now, that I do not think our daughters are running away or leaving of their own free will.  We know that our daughters are good girls who love their families and would not leave them without a word of goodbye.
     As for the second reason, it is possible, because mankind has such a great capacity for wickedness, that some person has been clever enough to steal our daughters our from under our noses, so this must be considered and our daughters better protected. But for the third reason, I believe it is most likely that someone or something dedicated to evil is responsible. Our girls have vanished as if by sorcery, and sorcery is the most likely reason behind these tragedies." The villagers gasped at this proclamation, but the Rabbi continued.  
     "Because of the seriousness of our misfortune, I must consult with the High Council in Lublin. I will leave in the morning and I will be gone for 3 days, but when I return, I will be able to tell you the exact cause and the steps we must take to stop this misfortune from recurring and to bring our daughters back from wherever they have been taken."
     Then the Rabbi added, "In the meantime, we will take the suggestion offered by Jacob Weisman, and divide your households into guardian teams, so that your daughters can be watched over and be guarded both day and night." 
     The villagers were in awe of the High Council of Lublin and the Rabbi's words reassured them that help was on its way.  They gathered round Jacob, who regularly led the minyon and who could be relied upon for neighbourly advice, and they began to form themselves into teams to watch over each family throughout the next four nights, until the Rabbi's return.