Friday, July 19, 2013

FFM Highlights

Well, I have somehow magically stayed true to the flash fiction month challenge to write a story per day. Yes, I may have missed the midnight deadline once or twice, and okaaayy some of my stories are shorter than your average index finger... but I've been keeping up. So there's that.

I wouldn't exactly call these two stories highlights because that would imply that they're actually good... but here are some short stories that I particularly enjoyed writing.

Story 1:
Work Hazards 

“Honestly, I’m a bit insulted that you didn’t even consider me for the position.”

Oh Jesus, Frank was being a pouty little fart face again. And what was Jon supposed to do? Console him over a decision he had very little part in making?

“Sorry, bud. Maybe next time, yeh?”

“Yeh, yeh. You told me that last year, jackass.”

So… he was going to be hostile about it, then? This wasn’t going to end well. Jon gave Frank a cautious look.

“Don’t do anythin’ stupid, now.”

“Somethin’ stupid? You think I’m stupid enough to do something stupid? Is that what you think of me? Is it?!”

“Now, now, calm down-“

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” 

Frank’s pout had morphed into a grotesque mask of rashness and anger. Jon lifted up the walkie-talkie, taking a few steps away from Frank.

“We got ourselves a fried egg. Gon’ need some security on floor three right away.”


Hunched over, Frank pulled at his hair with both hands, perspiration rolling down the back of his neck. Fallen pray to a work hazard. That’s what the papers would say when they got wind of Frank’s death. Nothin’ more. It was all in the contract of course. A risk associated with their particular… profession. Frank knew this could happen.

“Hey Frank… just take a few breaths, okay? Just a few deep-“

“NO.” Spit flew from his snarling, red face. 

Without warning, Frank pounced. Nails out, he pinned Jon to the ground and sank his teeth deep into his neck. Blood spurted on to the floor. Jon knew the risks too. 

A work hazard.

Story 2:

“Hush little darling, don’t say a word…”

Twenty-nine seconds.

“Momma’s gonna buy you a mock-ing bird.”

Twenty-five. It wasn’t enough. Not even close.

“And if that mock-ing bird don’t sing…”

The door burst open. Jasmine dropped the baby. Crying, crying, crying. Hush now, hush. Ten seconds.

“Momma’s gonna buy you a diamond ring.”

Her vocals trembled. The baby whimpered.

“I’ll pray for you.”

Time. The men stepped forward. They took the boy and placed him in the arena. Oh, the arena. Kept in the shade by a sea of screaming fanatics, it was the perfect place for such a spectacle.

Jasmine’s fingers coiled around the bars by her window.

“Hush little darling, don’t say a word…”

Then came the savages, so starved of meat they’d begun to tear into their own flesh. Stones, they were armed with. Mere stones.

“Momma’s gonna buy you-“

The hushed melody suffocated in a steady stream of desperation. Not her baby. She could not look away.


Thursday, July 4, 2013

88th Post!

As I started this post I believed it to be number 100. I got excited. Under further examination it turns out that I have written 100 posts including all of the horrendous and uncompleted drafts. Soooo this is the 88th post. I say we celebrate anyway.

Exclamation points are in order.

Good, good.

Uhm, let's see. A few life updates are in order, I guess. Why not.

First off, it's summer.

I'm so good at listing what season it currently is.

I'd like to say that summer has been a roller coaster of events, but it's been more like a merry-go-round. For some reason I'm stuck on the stupid chariot that doesn't even move up and down.

It's mildly enjoyable, relaxing, thrill-inducing in a "who the hell is driving this thing??" sort of way, seemingly never ending, and every second just blurs together into a giant spinning mess of memory. 

 Here's a list of stuff that happened at some point this summer. You know how much I love lists:

-Watched ALL the seasons of Arrested Development
-Went to Israel
-Watched a season of American Horror Story and cried myself to sleep
-Watched three seasons of the Walking Dead and cried myself to sleep
-Went to Boston/Montreal
-Visited a museum because I'm cultural and shit
-Bought way too many black lights and came to terms with my purchasing decision
-Tried to quit Facebook and failed within the hour, then cried myself to sleep 
-Watched the first season of Mad Men
-Beat Sonic Adventure Battle 2, realized it was actually called Sonic Adventure 2: Battle and that my entire life has been a lie, and then cried myself to sleep
-Hid from fourth of July fireworks because I'm afraid of the outside and actually hate fireworks

Another thing that I am currently in the midst of is participating in Flash Fiction Month, curtesy of my friend Matt. It's basically a month of writing a short fiction piece every day and completing a challenge every so often. Knowing my stellar track record of keeping up with writing promises... it should go swimmingly. In any case I'm going strong at 4 for 4, even if I'm not totally in love with any of them.

Here is my flash fiction page if you're interested. Some of the writing is ghastly, buuut I tried.

But yeah, I'll post things from there every so often if I like what I wrote. Everything else may rest peacefully in deviantart land.

In any case, cheers to number 88. For those of you who actually read these posts, I love you. In all seriousness, your comments and support mean the world to me and I'd have long abandoned a passion most definitely worth fighting for without you.

Happy Fourth of July <3