Thursday, 3 July 2014

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - THE MONUMENT - MY 100 WORDS BY LINDA PALUND


THE MONUMENT
         We took our bearings from a gigantic alien monument standing in a weed-choked field.  We landed our ship in its shadow. 
         Shaped from porous rock, it was ancient and grotesque.  We could not ascertain its purpose.  What was it meant to represent?  What kind of creature could possibly have constructed it? With only four appendages, how could they exist?
         Fungi covered most of it, somehow able to survive in these hostile conditions.         
         We believed this was a dead planet, but beneath the monument, we classified abundant insect life.     
          “My god, the cockroaches!  Look at the size of them!”


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Hello again, everyone,
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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....