Category Archives: Fiction

Visual Dare: The Odd Couple

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Anonymous Legacy’s Visual Dare #21
The Raven and the cat by Jeremiah Morelli
See Jeremiah’s page www.morjers-art.de
The Odd Couple
“So what happens now?” squawked the raven.
“We live…simple…” The cat shrugged. 
“And what about the old lady?” 
The cat sighed deeply. “She’s dead, of course.”
“And the horse, and the cow, and the goat, and the dog?” The raven cawed.
“…and the spider and the fly…all dead.” The cat licked his paw.
“Is it our fault? I mean, the dog would never have caught the spider…that was my job, and it was yours to catch me!”
“What can I say? We failed her.”
“Avoided her, you mean…”
The cat shrugged again. “I blame the fly…” 
(96 Words)

Five Sentence Fiction: Faces

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Photograph by Lisa Shambrook (please do not use without permission)
Time was moving fast, with no thought for anyone or anything.
She sat, an anonymous face amongst hundreds of commuters, her heart beating like the train pulling into the station. 
There was nothing she could do, exhaustion and fatigue not only lined her features, but incapacitated her tense muscles too, she couldn’t move and they were coming. Another glance at the clock and time was up, and from the corners of her eyes she could see them coming, like wasps swarming.
She rolled the capsule under her tongue, licked her lips, and moved the pill between her teeth; time was gone…and she bit down hard.

Made it just in time this week…now to get back into a routine after the Summer Holidays!

Blogflash: Day Thirty: Winning

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Photograph by Bekah Shambrook manipulated by Lisa Shambrook (please do not use without permission)
Day Thirty: Winning
Flood Part Twenty-Six
The ocean retreated, military posts swelled and strengthened with every rediscovered survivor, and the reclamation effort thrived whilst encompassing feelings of both shock and joy.
“Would a rainbow be another promise?”
“For what dear?”
“Not to flood again…”
“God forbid!”
Golden skies threw diamond sparkles over the sea and a path of light across the sand.
“Come then sweetheart…it’s time to get all hands on deck…off to work…”
“There’s a lot to do, isn’t there?”
“It’s a brave new world out there, and we’re part of it!”
Adam took Evi’s hand and they walked, together, across the vast shore…
(100 Words)
This is my final entry into Terri Long’s Blogflash 2012 and I wish my lost sailor couple all the best as they head out in to the world!

55 Words #24: Hanging

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He hung, his widow wept and his child sobbed.
“We don’t accept no mutations round here, see?”
The child watched as the village moved away, still throwing jibes at the dangling corpse.
“Nothing different, see?”
The widow’s white hand clenched the boy’s arm and his eleven, terrified toes curled in his worn out leather shoes.

(55 Words)
@LastKrystallos

This is for the 55 Word Challenge. Choose a picture and write a story using no more than 55 words. See Jezri’s Nightmares for further entries…

Blogflash: Day Twenty-Nine: Masquerade

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Photograph by Bekah Shambrook (Please do not use without permission)
Day Twenty-Nine: Masquerade
Flood Part Twenty-Five
“Why’re you sitting down here on your own sweetie?”
“I don’t know what’s left for us…for anyone…”
“Please don’t cry sweetheart.”
“I just don’t think I can keep up this façade, constantly smiling, I’d rather be back on the boat!”
“No you wouldn’t, we have food, water and shelter here…”
“Not enough water, but too much water!”
“Got that right, but we’ve got to keep going. You don’t need to smile all the time, nobody expects us to be overjoyed, and life is going to be hard from now on.”
“Hold me darling, just hold me, please just hold me.”
(100 Words)
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Five Sentence Fiction: Blush

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Photograph by Bekah and Lisa Shambrook (please do not use without permission)

Pete was half way up the steps with his motorbike helmet tucked under his arm. He glanced back and waited for Jen. Jen struggled with the chinstrap on her helmet and he moved back to her and unfastened it. Jen lifted the helmet off and self-consciously touched her hair. Pete leaned close and whispered in her ear, Jen blushed and Pete grinned.

Blogflash: Day Twenty-Eight: Frog

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Photograph by Lisa Shambrook (please do not use without permission)
Day Twenty-Eight: Frog
Flood Part Twenty-Four
“What’s wrong sweetheart?”
“Everything! This isn’t what I expected…”
“No, but we were out at sea…we couldn’t see what was going on here!”
“Careful where you step dear…mind that, that’s glass…” Fragments of glass splintered beneath planks of wood, razor-sharp sheets of corrugated iron threatened to serrate anything that passed close enough and crushed, fractured homes disintegrated beneath survivors feet. “…everything’s gone…trees down like matchsticks, homes lost…”
“We’ll be okay sweetie…”
“…and illness, we should get our jabs in the Red Cross tent…and Eeeewwww!”
“What else?”
“Frogs…all these frogs!”
“Well, at least it was good for the amphibians!”
(98 Words)
Terri Long’s Blogflash2012-day-twenty-eight-frog entries
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Blogflash: Day Twenty-Seven: History

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Photograph by Bekah Shamrbook (please do not use without permission)
Day Twenty-Seven: History
Flood Part Twenty-Three
“Storms knocked out communications…”
“Like the lightning did on our boat, losing the radio?”
“Yes, but satellites are pretty much fine now the rain’s stopped and communications around the world are rebuilding via links from ships with satellite equipment.” 
“So where’s the government dear?”
“The Major said that when ‘Rainburst’ trials started to deviate from plans they fled to the best military ships. They disappeared when the TV networks went down.”
“That figures, so where are they now?”
“Out on the ocean somewhere. The likes of us left to fend for ourselves…”
“So what of ‘Rainburst’?”
“Torpedoed…to stop the floods…”
(100 Words)

Blogflash: Day Twenty-Six: Seeing

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Photograph by Bekah and Lisa Shambrook (please do not use without permission)

Day Twenty-Six: Seeing
Flood Part Twenty-Two

“I can barely hear you above the rotors dear…these headsets aren’t easy!”
“LOOK BELOW…”
“I got that! You don’t have to point…or shout!”
Below the scenery was breath-taking. The landscape, known and loved, was gone, vanquished by the ocean in an almost endless expanse of water. The wooded headland jutted out, a high point on the brand new coast, but the newly-formed ocean spread wide leaving only small pockets of green; small islands in a sea of blue.
The helicopter’s rotors clacked, trees bent in broken submission, the little boat bobbed below and unspoken words fell as tears…

(99 Words)

Blogflash: Day Twenty-Five: Blue

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Photograph by Bekah Shambrook (please do not use without permission)

Day Twenty-Five: Blue
Flood Part Twenty-One

“Look at the sky dear…”
“Beautiful blue isn’t it?”
“No, I mean up in the sky…”
“Later, will you help me with the anchor? I think we should drop anchor, there’s no point drifting anymore. If we wait long enough…the water will go down enough for us to actually be on land…”
“No, look! Listen!”
Gulls squawked and the ocean lapped, and a distant rotary hum broke the monotony.
“Is that..?”
“It is! It is! Look…up there, look!”
“You’re kidding me! Shout! Wave your arms, SCREAM!”
“I AM, I AM! Hey, Hey, WE’RE HERE, DOWN HERE!”
“Rescue…at last”

(99 Words)