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FFM2017day23 - Compulsion

You step away from the beast that is now your daughter, mouth agape. How? HOW!? How could she have known? She is recumbent, restrained, repulsive in her bed. The demon that inhabits her creates a chilling smile on the face of a child you no longer recognise. You feel bile rush up your esophagus and it is all you can do to force it back down. “So it's true?,” it leers, dripping with a tone of satisfaction in seeing your distress, a visible acknowledgement of your shared secret. You turn to your wife, her face twisted in agonised uncertainty. Words fall out of your mouth halfheartedly. “The words of a delirious child, my

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A Run-On Sentence About Staying Where You Are

In a halo of messy hair and metal shavings everywhere my thoughts return to you and what I would do if we were less constricted, if we were less restricted, by the paths we've chosen that leave us almost frozen in warm beds with full heads, busy days set in our ways and complacent with energy spent on getting by, forgetting why we are even here and it becomes clear that things just are the way they are and it doesn't matter that you make me nervous, that the only time my thoughts find purchase is when they return to you and what I would do if we were less constricted, if we were less restricted.

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FFM2017day1 - More Than One Way to Skin a Buttman

I laid the shrink ray gun gently down on the table, atop a doily my grandmother crocheted one of the many summers I stayed with her to help on the farm. I breathed a sigh of relief. The first phase of my plan was complete. The gun was beautiful. It shone and glistened in the sunlight, the mica in the cherry red paint creating almost a glitter effect. The gold accents seemed almost dull in comparison. Perhaps I should have gone with chrome like Gerry suggested. Oh well. Too late now. I picked up my Moleskine and put a check mark beside “SHRINK RAY GUN”. Turning the page, I reviewed the next steps for phase two. This was going to

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FlashFictionMonth2015 submission 1 - Ants On a Log

Nat's classroom was always bright. The windows were large and faced east, which helped when she and her classmates grew beans in clear plastic cups as an experiment. The plastic cups let them glimpse into what might have seemed like magic to them at the time - the beginning of life. Nat and her classmates, they had sprouted and had so much of their life ahead of them. Her teacher Ms Lee knew this and showed them how to make some healthy snacks for themselves in hopes that they would carry some of the lessons with them as they grew. This was in the days before food allergies were really a thing and parents trusted teachers more. The children

Flash Fiction Month 2015

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FFM 2016 #1 - La Belle Dame Monte en Cendres

The panic in the town rose in tandem with the smoke from the volcano. Mount Vesuvius was about to blow and James did not want to be anywhere near Pompeii, physically or temporally. As people rushed for boats to leave the island, he prepared to make sure his job was done. At any cost. He had been sent back in time by his order to kill an ancient succubus who had lured important men throughout time to their deaths. She was a legendary figure that needed to be stopped. From generals to artists, she inspired violence and the odd smutty paperback. For example, “He entered deeply her welcoming, flowing river again and again, erupting to the

Flash Fiction Month 2016

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Flash Fiction Day 2016

#1 Perspective 16:55 - 17:25 (239 words) That one looks like a rabbit! And that one looks like a statue of a bust! Uh, I don't see it. It looks more like a shovel to me. No not that one, the one to the left of the shovel. Oh, ok. Yeah, I see it now. What a massive schnoz! There goes the mouse cloud in to the snake cloud. Isn't that the wrong end? I can't tell anymore. Look at all that blue behind the clouds. So beautiful it's almost surreal. Yes, that shade sure is pretty. It makes me think of peace. That's ironic. We really shouldn't be thinking about such things, especially considering what we came here to do. * sigh * Yes, I sup

Flash Fiction Day 2016

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FFM2017day23 - Compulsion

You step away from the beast that is now your daughter, mouth agape. How? HOW!? How could she have known? She is recumbent, restrained, repulsive in her bed. The demon that inhabits her creates a chilling smile on the face of a child you no longer recognise. You feel bile rush up your esophagus and it is all you can do to force it back down. “So it's true?,” it leers, dripping with a tone of satisfaction in seeing your distress, a visible acknowledgement of your shared secret. You turn to your wife, her face twisted in agonised uncertainty. Words fall out of your mouth halfheartedly. “The words of a delirious child, my

Flash Fiction Month 2017

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Not What You Thought Inside

Passing the park a few blocks away was always the most difficult part of getting to the corner store.  Stuart was one reason.  The other was Homeless Hobo Hank.  In Ralph's twelve-year-old mind, a class bully was less scary than what the other kids speculated might be hiding under the blankets covering Hank's shopping cart.  But not by much.  Besides, he could never let on that he was scared by Hank, no matter how allegedly murderous he was.  He didn't need more grief from Stuart if he found out.  This afternoon he saw neither.  He turned the corner and went into the store. He was relieved to see Max behind the counter, head down in a textbo

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