Boy howdy this one was a passenger on the struggle-bus. For whatever reason, this Friday Fictioneers just WOULD NOT come quietly or easily. I blame all of my work on Landfall- something I eventually will be putting up on this site, I swear! I even completed the “world” map today! So, knowing me, it’ll be another four months before I finally post it. But hey, at least I’m consistent!
Except for Friday Fictioneers. I’ve been getting more and more loose with these deadlines. I could list off all of the things I blame aside from Landfall but I think I might hit the WordPress word limit. If there is one. I’d make one. The post would be so long, I’d MAKE one. And I posted the latest Lorequest recently. It’d be longer then LOREQUEST.
I have a headache. Here’s a story about lint.
Title: Magic of Whatever
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Total: 115
“Why’d you give this to me?” I asked. “What am I supposed to do with this?”
I swung the whatever-the-heck-it-was in the air like a baton. Or maybe a magic wand. I don’t know. I was still trying to figure out what the darn thing was. It kinda looked like a lollipop, actually.
“Use your imagination, “my friend said. He gave a crooked smile. “Do whatever you want!”
I looked at him. And his stupid grin. I stuck the whatever-it-was into my pocket. It came away coated in grey fuzz link. I flicked the thingy at my friend’s face. It stuck like a dart in a board. Tarring and feathering, I think that was called.
Now that I’m done exhuming poorly-constructed flash fiction, I’m going to see to this headache. I shall pray to the porcelain-and-silver plastic altar to beseech the Advil gods to give me relief from this brain-clamp. If only I could be so spontaniously imaginative with my bloody flash fiction.
Good luck, you brave writer folk!