Friday Flash Fiction #8
So I've spent the first two weeks of 2012 very busily not doing much at all and chiding myself for not putting up my first new year contribution to Friday Flash Fiction. Oh! Belately, happy New Year everyone! I hope 2012 has loads of good stuff in store for you and sends you lots of good friends and supporting family for any of the not so good stuff.
Now, without further delay, let's get onto to the flash fiction. Today's offering has a moral in the tale; ego boosts to everyone who spots it (and the fairytale from which it twistedly derives).
by *GunnerRomantic
BEAUTY
Again, I couldn’t breathe. The air thick with beauty. The taste of his kiss lingering on my lips like frostbite. Did I want another?
His bright and intent eyes saw past my twisted countenance. He had not turned from me in terror the first night or any other. His touch, my first caress, had chilled me. The light in his perfect beauty was stark against my dark grotesquery. First I imagined he saw deeper. Now as he leans in for a final cold kiss I finally see him for what he is. The monster that takes my last breath away.
100 words
©Quinn Smythwood 2011
100 words (Drabble). Is it a story? You decide. Is there a mythic being/beastie you would like to see tackled in these Friday Flash Fiction pieces? I’d love to hear about your favourites and maybe you’ll see them in a 100 word flash soon! If you've written a Friday Flash Fiction piece why not let me know about it in the comments? I'd love to read your offering.
Friday Flash Fiction #7
Merry Christmas everyone! This is my official Christmas drabble for 2011 and I hope that you all enjoy it. Whether you're home for the holidays or going farther afield, have a wonderful one.
by arvael18
GIFTThe house is oh so quiet. I move through the dark to the bedroom where they sleep. In the night, I see all. They curve together, clinging to each other. Short breaths through half parted lips, the pulse of blood in their veins; they are a sweet temptation. Almost, I forget my promise, forget my reason for coming.
I leave before I give in to sensual desires. It is my furtive gift to them. I leave without tasting; without spilling a drop of blood. Past the twinkle of lights, beneath mistletoe and holly, I smile. Another secret Santa, another year.
100 words
©Quinn Smythwood 2011
100 words (Drabble). Is it a story? You decide. Is there a mythic being/beastie you would like to see tackled in these Friday Flash Fiction pieces? I’d love to hear about your favourites and maybe you’ll see them in a 100 word flash soon! If you've written a Friday Flash Fiction piece why not let me know about it in the comments? I'd love to read your offering.
Friday Flash Fiction #6
Today's supernatural Friday flash comes with a bonus drabble. It was the first piece I wrote that didn't quite fit in with my running theme of supernatural flash.
Photo by zoezo
LAMP
The lady in the lamp is weeping. Her tears are oil drawn up the spout, burning as light for the table. I’ve tried to release her—despite the beatings, despite the seal that binds her—too many nights to count. Tonight, as the gentry feast, her tears shine for me their true faces and I know what must be done.
In darkness we flee together; the hounds quick at my scent till we fall into the keeping of the dark and quiet lake. The lady seeps from the spout. Her tears are seductive as she draws me down into dark.
100 words
©Quinn Smythwood 2011
100 words (Drabble). Is it a story? You decide. Is there a mythic being/beastie you would like to see tackled in these Friday Flash Fiction pieces? I’d love to hear about your favourites and maybe you’ll see them in a 100 word flash soon! If you've written a Friday Flash Fiction piece why not let me know about it in the comments? I'd love to read your offering.
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bonus drabble
LAMP
There was no return address. Inside the parcel was a brash coloured lamp all fire and gold and oil-sheen-peacock. There was no note. Still, I kept it. At first only for its beauty until it consumed me with primal obsession.
The lid of the lamp is sealed. The spout is a narrow pinhole. Yet a filament light twinkles within. My certainty grows as it shines day and night. I polish it, yet no genie is summoned to hear and obey my every command. I don’t give up.
Sometimes I hear him laugh as I rub and rub my fingers raw.
Friday Flash Fiction #5
Happy Friday! What with only two more Fridays to go till Christmas and in the spirit of the season...no one dies. (No supernatural creatures were killed, maimed or sent fleeing for their lives in this flash fiction offering....)
ANGEL
I thought I found the angel. Finders keepers, I told my friends. He wasn’t alive, but he wasn’t dead either. The skin was warm and the eyes followed every move. He didn’t have a pulse or breath, but I didn’t have to carry him home. He walked beside me.
The angel always watches, never speaks. His lips are soft and fierce. The silence between us is golden. Each kiss a little more of me belongs to him.
Tonight he rises from the bed, drawing me into his embrace. Stretching his wings around me, he whispers in my ear. “Finders keepers.”
100 words
©Quinn Smythwood 2011
100 words. Is it a story? You decide. Is there a mythic being/beastie you would like to see tackled in these Friday Flash Fiction pieces? I’d love to hear about your favourites and maybe you’ll see them in a 100 word flash soon! If you've written a Friday Flash Fiction piece why not let me know about it in the comments? I'd love to read your offering.
Friday Flash Fiction #4
It's hard to believe that it is December already and here we are with the first Friday of the last month of 2011. Today's supernatural flash fiction has an SF edge...
DRAGON
Dragons are made not born, I think as I attach the last iridescent scale. Then he is wheeled out of surgery to the Hall of the Transformed.
His final examination is a week later. I check his flame gland, his wings and the glittering sheath of scales. His skin is smooth and hard as diamonds. When he smiles, his teeth are predatory. I ask him again if he wants to change his mind. He doesn’t. I discharge him to the skies.
With a heavy heart I fulfil my legal obligation and notify the knights. Perhaps I made him strong enough.
100 words
©Quinn Smythwood 2011
100 words. Is it a story? You decide. Is there a mythic being/beastie you would like to see tackled in these Friday Flash Fiction pieces? I’d love to hear about your favourites and maybe you’ll see them in a 100 word flash soon! If you've written a Friday Flash Fiction piece why not let me know about it in the comments? I'd love to read your offering.
Friday Flash Fiction #3
It's another friday and we've got another bit of supernatural flash fiction fresh from the seas...
SIREN
His voice makes it impossible to think. The words seep into my mind and stick there; smoky, rich, deep and eternal. He seduces me easily to the water’s edge. Without silence I can’t focus on the brazen glow of his skin and the muscled chest, the chiselled jaw and his eyes like green fire. The water is cold as I wade in. I go anyway. He reaches out to drown me and I place a kiss on his full lips and spell them quiet as I drink away his voice. He tastes of honey and his struggles don’t last long.
100 words
©Quinn Smythwood 2011
100 words. Is it a story? You decide. Is there a mythic being/beastie you would like to see tackled in these Friday Flash Fiction pieces? I’d love to hear about your favourites and maybe you’ll see them in a 100 word flash soon! If you've written a Friday Flash Fiction piece why not let me know about it in the comments? I'd love to read your offering.
Friday Flash Fiction #2
This friday's flash fiction is a ghost story...
The air was rank with power. It curdled the blood like the screams of a banshee. Sweeping the flashlight in wide arcs threw muted illumination like silky cobwebs against stone walls. She was close, so close I was breathing her in. I brushed fingers across lips, uncertain whether I was revolted or aroused.
Her icy touch took me by surprise. Ghost eyes wide and dilated, like I was an opiate and she an addict, she fed on offered energy. I beckoned her closer and unable to resist, she was bound to me. Mine. My ethereal huntress. My new forged weapon.
100 words
©Quinn Smythwood 2011
I'd love to collaborate with others. Would you like to be part of an Urban Fantasy/Speculative Fiction Friday Flash group? Already writing Friday Flash Fiction then leave a link in the comments - I'd love to read your piece.
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