Posts Tagged ‘Sea’

FFF Prompt grapevine2bgoo1

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For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, let me ask you. How’s your bones?

This bit is a teaser for something I’ve been working on.

Here’s my contribution:

Seekanauk

His jaw ached and two ribs were certainly cracked. Bradley swung his feet onto the wide-planked pine and sat at the bed edge. All for a girl, he thought feeling his nose. The pain was worse in his sinuses but he couldn’t recall the impacts, just voices, a sucker-punch from the side, and then cold salt-flat mud. He’d been thrown from the dock and left for dead but the rising tide had roused him. And now, as he looked upon his battered reflection there was a tickle, and he saw, what was that, a crab leg wriggling into his nostril?

jKb

FFF prompt ROOM with a view

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/2014/01/08/10-january-2013/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, enjoy a night in The Room With A View.

Here’s my contribution:

The Room With A View

The warden simply said, “you’ve won the lottery, Nolley. Parole came through.”

Nolley peeled a faded photo from the wall, tucked it inside his breast pocket, then offered his bare wrists to receive the iron manacles beginning his out-processing. He was guided through several doors, down a long corridor, then out an external passage to a soggy, sandy expanse.

The surf churned hungrily.

Your room with a view.” Upon an obviously man-made boulder sat a single, barnacle-covered cell.

Haven’t noticed this from the yard.”

Yea, Can’t see it at high tide, and she’s a comin’ in.”

jKb

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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/2013/12/26/27-december-2013/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, give us a merry hand.

This, a take inspired by Clive Barker’s The Body Politic.

Merry Hands

His body slumping from fatigue, hands bloodied and raw, Berwick managed another pull upon the life-boat oars and distanced himself from the horror which took his ship, his crew, and several of his closest friends.

Seven miles off the rocky New England coast and cruising smoothly beneath a waxing gibbous Berwick was bound for trade in Virginia when hell broke loose.

“It was in the hands,” said one. A loss of responsiveness at first, then no cognitive control, the hands lurched and reached and clawed and squeezed and rapidly all was lost.

Berwick, eyes downcast, beheld his own coming savagery.

jKb

 

FFF Prompt dolphin_01

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http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/12/18/20-december-2013/

FidayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, let me swallow you up.

Sea-Glass Succubus

Nana had fashioned the window using discards gathered from the world’s seas and shorelines, each glass fragment part of another’s life: a dream, a love, a wound. Such a varied conglomerate became something bewitching to gaze upon and as Nicole fathomed the depths captured therein she noticed the frosted surface becoming more fluid. She peered closer and the glass began to ripple, then swirl, as if beckoning and almost on command Nicole extended a curious finger toward the pool. The touch was slippery and warm and grew more and more pleasurable as she was drawn ever deeper, inch by inch.

jKb

 

FLASHPROMPT Said The Moon  copyright-managua-gunn

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:

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

Here’s my contribution:

Asked The Moon

Twice they had come.

The first was a seven year voyage through high seas of youthful inexperience. Positioned perfectly, they were, yet were merely passing vessels. How the fates laughed.

The second was some years thereafter, within a common port, a reprieve from the wear of traveler’s lives. Their hands and hearts touched, minds met, holiness recognized, and they held tightly, shuddering, but their grip did necessarily slip as circumstances dictated.

Again, that fated laughter.

Will there be a third?” asked the moon. “Will armor be worn or will vulnerability and the tender heart prevail?”

The stars remained ever silent.

jKb



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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/2013/01/23/25-january-2013/

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 lovely.

Here’s my The Fog Horn (by Ray Bradbury) inspired contribution:

Sea Mist

There was a hollow baying.

The doleful sound stirred with the rhythmic lapping of gentle surf, the soughing of palms and sea grasses, the darting geckos and side-stepping crabs, but it could not be mistaken if you knew what to listen for. Loneliness and longing as only a lost soul married to the sea can fathom.

Arriving at these sacred grounds and, lying upon the sands near which she first knew love, she breathed deeply the sea mist while the waves rocked her.

Slowly.

She choked, her drying eyes bulging.

In a moment of grace, sweet death returned her love.

jKb