Friday, July 5, 2013

Flash Fiction Friday 6.0

Since, in the comments last week, Alcar threatened to write evil fanfic about 'Simon's Oath', I'm giving you guys a line that can't possibly be associated with that story in any way, shape, or form, without some incredible bastardizations of that world/story.


We found it under the apple tree in Jake Wilson’s yard.


You know the rules! Come back and post anytime this weekend, the only rule IS, 500 words or less. It doesn't even have to be a story, it can just be a character sketch, a poem, I don't care, just give me words to read!!!

...hint of warning, I think I'm going to go a little morbid/creepy with this one ;)

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  1. It’s Friday? Yes I can feel the creepy write on the horizon - go for it!

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    1. It's Friday!

      ...losing track of the days?

      I think I'm going to head into town later to one of the 3 places in Hope that actually have wi-fi so I don't have to type on my phone :P

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  2. busy cleaning - BBQ tomorrow - supposed to be stinking hot. Good thing i went to pool yesterday - today is rainy

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  3. Hm. Tried something set in the magician series of stories, but I'm sure sure the result worked. Was almost at the 500-word limit by the end.

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    1. I liked it so much I posted a deeply disturbing comment O_o

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    2. 'a his inside her' definitely counts as that :)

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    3. I meant the polygamous love comment ;) but that too ;)

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  4. Alcar - couldn't post on your blog
    a piece of winter in the middle of a summer day - great line

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    1. I love his stylized short stories :)

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  5. We found it under the apple tree in Jake Wilson's yard. It squirmed, crawled, excreted slimy orange fluid. One of its three eyes blinked at us, the iris blood red. A second eye opened, this one gold. A narrow beam of light shot out of the pupil.

    "Ow," my brother, Michael, said. He shook a scorched forefinger.

    I took a step back as it opened its final eye. Nothing happened.

    "Wow, it's so green," Michael said. He sucked on his finger.

    "I think we should tell Mr. Wilson about this..." I trailed.

    "No," came a voice. I looked around, pivoting. Nothing.

    Michael's face turned snow white. "I...I think that thing talked."

    "But it doesn't even have a mouth."

    "Why yes, I do, and quite a large one," said the voice. "All the better to eat you with."

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    1. Hahaha!

      That was so fun, thanks for writing/posting!

      I did expect the last eye to be orange though, since the first two were red & gold (yellow).

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    2. The eye colors were completely random, but I see your point there.

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    3. Well, at least you didn't pick blue, 'cause having the three primary colors would have been... Odd?

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