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Short Fiction

More Than a River in Egypt

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Today is my 25th birthday.  Again.

I started the day with a light breakfast of high antioxidant foods.  Keeps me young.

Stretches and weight exercises came next.  Keeps me thin and limber.

The shower felt great.  I colored my hair, even though I just did it a week or two ago.  Can’t be too careful.

The cream guarantees it takes away wrinkles.  I slathered it on my neck and face.

I only wear the latest fashion trends.

I paused.  My nemesis waited in the closet, ready to spring.  I reached around the clock for my shoes.

Time won’t catch me.

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Word count = 100

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Haven – #writephoto

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Photo by Sue Vincent

Another perfect day, one of the few days when I am spared slave labor in the Uranium mines on Pluto, and it was ruined.

“Are you just going to waste your entire day rotting your brain on Saturday morning cartoons?” Queen Shimá asked.  She stood in the portal, her hands on her hips.  “You need to do something, not just sit like a plotted plant.”

“But Mom,” I said, “’Creepy Critter’s Criminal Capers’ is my favorite!”

“It’s a sunny day out there. Go play outside.”

“It must be fifty below.  I’ll freeze my boy parts off.”

“Don’t you talk to me like that, young man.”

“But Mom!”

“Aren’t any of your friends around?” Continue reading

The Fire

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

It was an aberration, the early 19th century building nestled amongst the late 20th century towers.  I knew some regarded the quaint structure to be a waste of the most expensive plot of real estate in the country, but I was always captivated by its charm.

Landmark or eyesore, my men bravely leapt into action to save it.

It was far too early to think terms like “arson”, but I knew there would be questions.  On cue, the mayor approached, surrounded by the city’s business leaders.  I had my response ready.

He frowned. “Your men are too efficient, Chief.”

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Word count = 100

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Luna – #writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

“Their signal was lost.”

“What?”  The ringing of my phone had woken me from a deep sleep and my head was still foggy.

“Sorry, ma’am.  The signal was lost, all telemetry data gone.”

I still couldn’t register what was happening.  Zoe?  How could this be?

“Did they crash?  Impact on landing or…?”  I glanced at the clock.  It was 4 AM.  They weren’t supposed to be on the surface for two more hours.  I had planned on being up and observing in real time.  Well, real time minus the second and a half delay as the signal crawled across the 385,000 km.

“No.  The lander had separated from the station as scheduled.  The trajectory was fine and they had plenty of altitude.  We can see it and cannot see signs of a hull breach or any signs of catastrophic event, but there is no signals of any type coming from the lander.”  It was a familiar male voice, but I still wasn’t sure of who I was talking to.

“When did this happen?”

“We lost the signal about a half an hour ago, Dr. Barnes.  We wanted to give them a chance to respond before we contacted you.”  Was it the Administrator of NASA? Continue reading

The Greatest of These….

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PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford

Kamal came to a stop and stared at Bloomingdales.  I had forgotten that he had lived most of his tender years in a small village in Sudan.  The sight of mighty Chicago must have been extreme culture shock.

“Awe inspiring, isn’t it?” I asked.

He shook his head.  “No, I just realized what I had been missing about America.”

“Oh?”

“In all cultures, people build monuments to their religion, to their gods.”

“Right.”

“And they always ensure that the most important gods have the most important structures.”

“Sure, but….”

“The greatest god in America must be money.”

I couldn’t disagree.

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Eye – #writephoto

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Photo by Sue Vincent

“Why do I feel like I’m being watched?” Gordon asked.

The question was meant to be rhetorical, but Bud pointed across the still water and said, “There.”

“What?” Gordon tried to follow Bud’s finger.  All he saw was an old stone bridge.

“Can’t you see it?” Bud asked.  “The reflection of the arches looks like a set of eyes watching us.  You see it in your peripheral vision and…” He shrugged.

Gordon shook his head and got back to work.  Bud was a strange one, a bit of an anomaly.  Gordon smiled at himself.  “Anomaly” was just the type of word Bud would use.

Bud left as Gordon continued to dig.  Gordon knew what Bud was doing, so didn’t think anything of it.  This was a routine they’d done a thousand times before. Continue reading

The Display

“Wow, look at that Halloween display!  isn’t it great?”

“It looks pretty creepy to me.  Brrr… so realistic.  Almost too realistic.”

“Haha, I know.  I mean, just looking at it I can imagine the smell of decay.”

“Yuck.  That smell is real.  Are you sure they didn’t put some rotting meat back there to add that touch?”

“I’ll go find out.”

“Jim Schudel, you get back here!  Don’t you go nosing around in someone’s Halloween display!”

“Oh, come on.  There’s nothing to worry about.”

“No, you get back here, now.  Jim?  Jim?  Stop playing games.  Get back here now!.  Jim, this isn’t funny….”


“Wow, look at that Halloween display!  It is so realistic.  The bodies…”

“Oh man, it is too realistic, I’m getting nauseous.”

“Oh, come on, it’s just a display.  Hey, that looks just like Jim Schudel.  Oh, the body is over there, and it’s wearing exactly what he had on earlier today.  I mean, how creepy can you get?”

“I don’t like this.  Let’s go.”

“No, I want to go over and see how they made Jim’s head so realistic.”

“No Aaron, don’t.  Please.  Aaron, get back here.  Aaron?  Aaron?  OK, this isn’t funny, Aaron.  Where did you go?  Come out here, now!”

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Another little bit of Halloween madness ;)

The Further Adventures of Authorman!

Mild mannered Trent McDonald hears a scream in the night!  Well, it is most likely only in his imagination.  There was a witness to the crime that he is reading about, but he didn’t mention anything about screaming.  Ah-hm, back to the story then.  A devious crime has been committed!  The calmness of Anytown is broken by the (imagined) late night screams. (The article said the crime took place at noon, but…)

Mild Mannered Trent knows something must be done!

Speeding to his computer, which actually he had been at for the last few hours, reading social media and scanning the news, including the article about the crime, he waves his arm and is suddenly wearing a virtual costume.

Look, it’s Authorman! Continue reading

Ebb – #writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is part of the story, Towards the Light.  Click here for previous.  Go to the Table of Contents. Or start at the beginning: (click here for part 1 – The Tunnel)

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I was in a fog.  All energy was sapped, all thoughts blurred, my memory blank.  I would say the energy of my mind and body were rapidly ebbing as I followed the others deeper into the fortress hill.  Of course, now I recognize that this was due to the effects of the Stone, but at the time it was as if I were in a dream, and like a dream, it turned into a wisp when I awoke.

Truthfully, I remember little of the adventure.  Whindel has promised me that if I ever decide to turn this web story into a book he will cast a spell which will release my memory and turn the underground adventure into at least three chapters, possibly four, but for now I must skip most of it in a blur.

I remember a few things.  Alishina noticed the ebb of my energy and memory.  As a creature of Water, she flowed over to me and offered me support.  To keep my mind in the present, she forced me to join her in a whispered conversation.  I found out about her late husband and she learned about my wife, Lisa, and her brave final battle.  The more we talked, the more we discovered how much we actually shared.  The more we shared, the closer we became.

I also remember that we were attacked at many places, but called upon Earth, Water, Air, Fire, Void/Spirit, Good and Evil to get us out of each situation. Continue reading

The Battle of Halloween

 

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

“There’s a war between the witches and wizards today!”

“Sure there is, Tommy.  What is it, too close to Halloween or too much Harry Potter?”

“But look at the sky!”

“I am, and a beautiful sunset it is.”

Mom just didn’t understand.

The sky blazed in glorious black and orange, as the powers silently battled in the clouds.  Tommy watched as the cloud witch on her broomstick with her pointy cap battled the glowing beak-nosed cloud wizard. The wizard’s mouth was wide open, no doubt screaming a spell at the witch.

Tommy knew it would be the best Halloween ever.

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