Posts Tagged ‘clouds’

Rising Water copyright-erin-leary

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/01/15/17-january-2014/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, the water is nice.

Here’s my contribution:

Hold Your Breath

The throbbing behind his eyes seemed to grow as the morning sun angled higher, partially concealed behind the haze of an early morning shower. The earth was soggy behind his matted hair and cold beneath his bound body. He struggled against the cord – something electrical, a wire of some sort he recollected through a haze of his own.

Pieces came together: a land deal and contaminated water. His vision focused on the muddy edge of the hole he was in. And then the water, it spilled over the edge.

It rose slowly.

It wet his body.

It filled his ears.

jKb

 

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FFF Prompt EMPTY DINER copyright-ted-strutz

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/11/27/29-november-2013/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, take what you need for there is plenty.

Not my typical story, but at times it’s important to reflect, and I am thankful.

Here’s my contribution:

Waiting For A Sign

Clouds seemed to press in from all sides as Sara trod down Bushwood Street, mulling over her available options. The rent would be due in just a few days. She was hungry and cold, hell, she was a mess both physically and emotionally. And there was no help, nobody to turn to. The old Sunday School mantra of “The Lord helps those who help themselves” rang in her mind and she would have laughed if she wasn’t already crying. She was trying as best she could.

She looked up. There, hung in the window was a Help Wanted sign.

jKb

FFF Prompt DOUG maui-from-mauna-kea

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/07/24/26-july-2013-2/  

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come. If you’ve got something to offer. Or, bring something to sedate my demons, cause they bite.

They’ll rip you fucking heart out.

Here’s my contribution:

Floating

It’s two a.m. and the fucking heat has finally broken. I’m wondering if it was something super-natural or the Crown Royal. I think the drink might just prevail.

Nothing loves you like the heat, you know?

And the drink.

God, the ice; the sticky suck of my lips over the lip of the glass.

Clinking ice.

Cold biting.

Fuck.

So erotic.

I’m floating.

And the sweaty heat.

And that dress. That clinging dress.

Slipping toward heaven.

And the Crown.

The cabby’s horn; a poet’s sax.

Jesus. My tongue, wetting my lips and tasting your salt.

That smoky bite.

Fuck.

Me.

Jkb

 

FLASHFICTIONPROMPT Library by claire-fuller

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/04/24/26-april-2013/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, sneak a peek inside, what wonders you shall behold.

Here’s my contribution:

Keep-safe

“A jewelry box?” Dor queried descending the library ladder.

“Of a kind. Go ahead, open it.” Dor obliged, then softly cooed. The interior was lined in deep red velvet, an inlaid mirror adorned the hinged lid. Nana relished the child’s awe. “Tell me, Dor. What do you see?”

“A home for my bracelets! But the mirror, it looks like a stormy sky.”

“It’s my Keep-safe box, Dor, which is now yours. Whatever you place inside stays locked away; safe forever. However, you mustn’t ever place something inside without which you cannot live.”

“I don’t understand?”

“It contains secrets, my dear.”



A bit more of a tease…. 

“When you have a secret that requires extra safe keeping, something that needs to disappear, you turn the key to the right two times, until it clicks, then open the lid and put your secret inside.” Dor’s expression made Nana think of what a Picasso meant to capture bewilderment must look like. “This is very important, child. Turn the key to the right, two times, until it clicks. You must always turn the key to the right.”

“Why ‘always to the right’?”

“Sugar, we wouldn’t want these kinds of secrets escaping.”

jKb

FLASHFICTIONFRIDAY Bronze Sculpter

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, have a taste. See if you can’t swallow the truth almong the chunks of fiction.

Here’s my contribution:

Cleansing

Upon a rubber mat, before the copper effigy of her teacher, SungHe floated through yogi poses seeming to defy the forces of nature and gravity. An increasing rain failed to dissuade onlookers, mesmerized by her beauty and grace; she swam through poses as a jellyfish rides the currents of the sea.

While her body flowed she spoke, as with ancient authority, of Mankind returning to nature, needing to cleanse their souls.  She bid them join hands.

The sky darkened, the air thickened with ozone.

One of the linked reached out to behold the power pulsing within the effigy, as instructed.

jKb



FlashFictionFriday Globe and Laptop

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2012/12/12/14-december-2012/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Fly away with me.

Here’s my contribution:

Say Goodbye

She’s a beaut, he thought, setting his torch down. With lover’s lips he blew on the cooling joint. His device was finally assembled.

Ratchet checked the laptop then eyed the soft cumuli.

“It’s time” flashed upon the screen with a ping.

The cylinder hissed cold on Ratchet’s palm as he torqued it to the armed position. He reassured himself this was the only way to limit the infection. Yes, the chemistry posed concerns, but the side-effects were purportedly within biological tolerances.

He released the contraption and watched it drift higher as something thicker than tears began to clot his vision.

jKb



Thank you again to MadisonWoods for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings at:

http://madison-woods.com/index-of-stories/083112-3/

For those who are new, MadisonWoods shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers will compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come. Let us take a little stroll while we commiserate.

Today’s installment:

Unlearning To Fall

From the balcony, perching her frailness upon bony hands, Lenore peered past her clutch through lush canopy and recalled her fall. In memory, each eternal clock tick seemed like flying rather than her actual descent into this roiling hell.

She wept until tears turned to dust.

Come.

The gentle breeze wooed again, offering solace if Lenore would leave the metal bar to plunge once again.

Die.

She would rise again, and again; there was no reprieve. How she hungered, not for sustenance, but for sweet death.

She shuddered.

She leaped.

She flew.

jKb



Thank you again to MadisonWoods for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings at:

http://madison-woods.com/

For those who are new, MadisonWoods shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers will compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Settle upon this wicked wind and stay a while, won’t you?

Here is my contribution:

harbinger

as does the Monarch from flower to flower flutter,

spreading gentle caresses,

lapping sweet nectar,

unfolding delicate petals,

drinking her coming pollen,

such lovely succulence,

such glorious intoxication,

so does the harbinger from flesh to ripening flesh venture,

tantalized by noxious perfumes,

indulging upon sweetest necrosis,

shearing pleasures,

tearing delights.

glutted in the undoing yet not sated,

she rises from death’s bed,

from such rapturous ecstasy,

to dry her quills.

she shrills her victor’s song,

sagely remaining vigilant,

such magnificent poise,

awaiting the devouring of another lover.

jKb



Thank you again to MadisonWoods for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings at http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/flash-fiction/vertigo/

 

For those who are new, MadisonWoods shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers will compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come and play. Do it. It’s fun.

 

Here’s my contribution, again, somewhat early. But, I’ve limited internet and must make hay when the sun shines.

 

The Gospel

Here comes another.”

Thought we’d seen the last.”

Coming to port.”

Feeble. Adrift in this destitute ether, and we an almighty battleship, reduced to scourging the flotsam. The indignation.”

In range of flame-jets in ten seconds.”

Don’t they understand the world? We’re of science, not superstition.”

In range, Sir. Awaiting orders.”

Open port torpedo portals. Make ready.”

Sir. she’s coming about.”

What’s this new game?”

She’s broadsiding. Her guns are hot. Orders, Sir.”

The Gospel?”

Expanding flash, ship ablaze, puckered flesh.

One parched whisper.

Good Heavens.”

jKb

Thank you again to MadisonWoods for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings at http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/flash-fiction/rainbows/

Here’s my contribution…I hope you enjoy.

Glass-Craft

The old people centuries before were shipwrecked upon this world, their cryptic glyphs and schematics lasered in stone. Icarus labored to decipher those foreign characters. He gathered rare desert sands, combined valuable gems, as instructed. He melted, fused, tempered the glass. A hull fabricated. An engine constructed, to be fueled by light itself.

The new people gathered under seasonal rains, they celebrated. Icarus boarded his glass-craft. Clouds parted, sun blazed, engines roared. His ship stretched skyward, took flight, bent light.

The crowd cheered as the ship rose.

Icarus bowed forth. Then, gone.

He visits frequently, just after rains cease.

jKb