Friday Fictioneers: “Blesséd Boy”

 

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Went for a little more of a narrative feeling this time, like something that could be continued beyond this particular story. Too bad I’ll never do that!

 

Have fun~

 


 

 

Image Copyright: David Stewart

Image Copyright: David Stewart

 

Title: Blesséd Boy

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100

 

My mother said I’m different because of my skin. I asked her what that means.

“Just look at yourself,” she said.

My snow-white skin shines in the mirror.

“You are pure,” she said. “Like a cloudless morning.”

My life is this house with my picture on the walls and incense burning at every hour. Sometimes I wonder what’s outside our metal fences. But I’m told not to worry about such sinful places. Here, I can remain untainted.

Even my smile is white in the mirror and it’s smiling at me. Maybe this golden cage is best for my beautiful feathers.

 

 


 

 

Everybody knows that “Blesséd” just sounds better than “Blessed.”

It’s been proven by, like, science and stuff.

 

 

Good luck, you brave writer folk!

 

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Friday Fictioneers: “Viking Funeral”

 

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Green Day’s “Peacemaker” is partially to blame with the inclusion of Mr. Molotov’s cocktail. The name is just too pleasant sounding (like “engine” and “cellar door”) to not include in a story about fire.

 

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Image Copyright: Jennifer Pendergast

Image Copyright: Jennifer Pendergast

 

Title: Viking Funeral

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100

 

Grandpa Johnathon’s a bad influence. That’s what my parents said. They sipped bitter wine and ate sweet grapes from a platter at Grandpa own funeral. Grandpa’s lakeside house must have been a bad influence too, because it was ravaged like a corpse by cousins and in-laws.

Grandpa always loved fishing— part of his Viking blood. Amidst the chaos and looting, I stole away Grandpa’s best hat and most beloved photos. I loaded them up onto his favourite fishing boat and set them on fire out in the link. Grandpa was the one who showed me to make the Molotov cocktail.

 

 

 


 

 

I wanted to include a scene in this story where the kid pushes the boat out of the dock while it’s still at the grandpa’s house and then lit it on fire, walking back and ignoring all of the rambling and blabbering that was flung his way.

It’s not like he lit the old man on fire, though! Just his most beloved stuff.

He should have thrown a spear into the water too, dedicating the funeral to Odin.

No, I didn’t just read American Gods in the space of about a week and a half and am now internalizing all of its greatness.

Not at all.

 

 

Good luck, you brave writer folk!

 

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Five Sentence Fiction: “Not Subtle At All”

 

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Seriously, why didn’t this dumb kid just stick a post-it on his head and say, “I’m lying through my teeth!” At least he wrote his confession of guilt on a piece of paper where his body language and blubbering can’t make him look more like an idiot.

 

Have fun~

 


 

 

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Five Sentence Fiction: “(Can’t) Move On”

 

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So, I know I’m bad at checking for new Five Sentence Fiction’s early and often but then never doing them until it’s almost too late. But now I’m actually getting decent at writing them. So it makes my late arrival even worse!

 

Have fun~

 


 

 

Word of Inspiration: Breakfast

Word Count: 120

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Title: Not Subtle At All

 

 

Hi Mom, I just wanted to let you know that I’ll be out of the house for a little while today. I know today’s supposed to be your special day, but don’t let my absence stop it from happening. I just need to head into town for a little bit and find something to treat burn marks and ash cased into tile, nothing to panic about, just a little bit of cosmetic touch-up so the house sparkles. P.S., don’t go into the kitchen at all; it’s not ready for you to see it yet. Also, I know I promised you breakfast in bed but I had just a little tiny kink in the plans (seriously, don’t go in the kitchen).

 

 


 

 

Augh, help! I’m at the footnote and I’ve run out of things to say! I could tell a very short anecdote about how I made a big fancy breakfast (relatively speaking, I’m a simple man when it comes to breakfast) for myself this morning. But nothing got burned down, so it’s a little underwhelming.

Little and underwhelming-

I bet you thought I was gonna make a self-depreciation joke there. But no. I’m of average height and I actually like the material I put into these flash fiction posts.

 

 

Good luck, you brave writer folk!

 

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Five Sentence Fiction: “(Can’t) Move On”

 

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So, I know I’m bad at checking for new Five Sentence Fiction’s early and often but then never doing them until it’s almost too late. But now I’m actually getting decent at writing them. So it makes my late arrival even worse!

 

Have fun~

 


 

 

Word of Inspiration: Lipstick

Word Count: 132

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Title: (Can’t) Move On

 

 

It’s moving day— I’m moving on. My friend and I are hoisting up my sofa; there’s been too much done on it to keep it any longer. Too many quiet words whispered with I had childishly thought was love— too many promises woven that split like fraying twine. I kinda wish I could follow this sofa into the fire, the flames might burn away the invisible grime she left on me when she kissed me on the cheek and vanished into the warm neon night. I kept the lipstick stain she left on my cheek for a whole day, thinking she would be coming back; I’m going to have to keep the spike she drove into my heart for the rest of my life, knowing she never will brighten my doorway again.

 

 

 


 

 

If I can finish writing this whole post by the time this Duct Tales “The Moon” remix is done I’ll be so proud of myse-

And it’s done. Well, there goes my pride. Oh well, can’t miss what you never haaaaaaad.

 

 

 

Good luck, you brave writer folk!

 

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Five Sentence Fiction: “4th of July”

 

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Yes, I’m phoning this one in. Yes, it’s not very good. Yes, I finally forced myself to take a few days off of writing altogether!

And it was so nice!

 

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Word of Inspiration: Bubbles

Word Count: 85

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Title: 4th of July

 

 

I’m blowing bubbles outside- it’s a nice day out and every bubble pops on top of my dad’s car. He’s out with her again, I forgot her name, so I’m enjoying myself. It turns out that gasoline doesn’t float like soapy water does but I’m making due. There are puddles forming on the hood of dad’s cars and I’ve got one sparkler left from the 4th of July.

Dad chose to be with her instead of watch the fireworks- he won’t forget this fire, though.

 

 

 


 

 

Hopefully the next Five Sentence Fiction will be available soon enough so I can redeem myself for this- a story I came up with while driving to my friend’s house today. With no AC. For an hour and a half.

I hate summer. So very much.

 

 

Good luck, you brave writer folk!

 

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Five Sentence Fiction: Clock Thief

 

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Five Sentence Fiction is, for better or worse, the real step-headed red child of my blog’s roster. I blame the fact that I can’t do dialogue very easily with it, which is my favourite thing to write in short, pithy stories.

 

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Word of Inspiration: Thief

Word Count: 135

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Title: Clock Thief

 

Quick, quick officer, somebody has stolen my hours and days from me! It started with Garamoush, that blasted book simply won’t get finished no matter how much I chip away at it with the old editing-stick; It has a deadline to boot goddammit! Next came Ghost in the Shell with its magnificent cool and collected Major Kusanagi and the grimly gleeful Batou— will they manage to stop the Laughing Man? But worst of all came Arkham Horror in the middle of the monster-infested night, spreading the words of the Great Old Ones into the streets of the tiny Massachusetts city— I couldn’t resist its call of Cthulhu! So you see officer, this is a theft of the highest degree and I will not wait and waste away any longer waiting for justice to be served.

 

 

 


 

 

Funny thing is, I also left out Pokemon, Guns of Icarus, Smite, Landfall, Friday Fictioneers, Flash! Friday, work, and eating which managed to all steal my time away too.

It sucks being interesting sometimes.

 

 

Good luck, you brave writer folk!

 

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Five Sentence Fiction: Died Twice

 

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I find that the hardest part of making these blog posts is writing this beginning and ending parts. I seem to just ride by the seat of my pants until something cool shows up so I can ramble about it. I’ve just gotten lucky up until now. Too bad I can’t seem to be lucky in any else I do.

But maybe if I can flood the internet enough with of my random flash fiction until it is almost impossible to ignore me! This is probably impossible due to the fact that I can’t be bothered to write these intros.

 

Have fun~

 


 

 

Word of Inspiration: Flames

Word Count: 147

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Title: Died Twice

 

If I lit all of these roses on fire, they wouldn’t burn for more than a few seconds. So, why do I think that it’s enough to lay them down next to your headstone— why do I think that a momentary spark could ever compare to a volcano?

“Remember how we said that neither of us would outlive the other,” I ask, “how we were going to die at the same time? We were in the old farmhouse we found in the woods that one day, the day when there were so many humming birds we started making up songs to sing alongside them, and we were smiling at each other… well…”

I tried to push the words from my mouth, but they wouldn’t come; I couldn’t give life to the words, I couldn’t admit that she was right— when she died, I think I did too.

 

 

 


 

 

For instance, I started writing this blog post over half an hour ago, but I just can’t be bothered to finish it up. This is a real problem! It’s going to get even worse in a bit since I think I’m going to actually be tackling Guns of Icarus next in my Lorequest entries, which may or may not end up being somewhat like the eventuality of Shadow of the Colossus and like Chivalry where I include some huge prose-y story to go along with the mythos I created.

That’s if I can be bothered to write an intro, outro, and do all the tags, of course.

Big ifs, yeah?

 

 

Good luck, you brave writer folk!

 

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