Now it’s your turn. We’d love you to share your own GOALS
inspired flash fiction. Usually flash is up to 100 words, but we understand all
too well how difficult it can be sometimes to stay within those limits, so how
about we allow up to 200 words.
Show us your writing chops. Post anonymously if you want,
but keep it PG-13 rated. A good test is to ask yourself if you would want to
read it to your teenager.
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Return on January 27th for Stuart R. West's GOALS inspired short.
I know this isn't intended for us to post stories, but maybe no one wants to be the first. So here's my story: One Goal. Kai, if you don't want it here, let me know, I'll take it down.
ReplyDelete“We have one goal: kill them all. If any survive, our efforts here are futile. They’ll take over the entire planet.”
The solders marched past the crevice in the hill side. Somehow the alien had managed to squeeze its spiderlike body into the tiny opening. It almost completely understood their language It had picked up many words in the days it had hidden from the two legged indigenous life forms; and it understood the tone.
It wedged its body deeper into the crevice which widened into a small cave. The dank, mossy smell reminded the creature of its home world. It felt peace, joy. It could finally relax enough to complete its mission.
It thought to itself in a mixture of its native language and this new language. I have one goal: survive.
The alien sank into a trance-like state, and its harry abdomen contracted. The first of over 1,000 eggs landed in the soft, wet moss growing in the cave.
Wonderful, Eric... explains a lot. :)
DeleteEric, this is great! I knew those nasty spiders had an agenda. :)
DeleteHoly cats, this is awesomely creepy. Don't you dare take it down. And thanks for posting it. You're right, it's hard to be first.
DeleteAll I've got to say is, "Yuck." Just kidding, Eric. Great little creepy story...
DeleteYikes! Great story, Eric. Thanks for sharing.
DeleteThat is a great, short story, Eric! Thanks for posting it.
DeleteWay to be brave and go first. Thanks for reminding me about why I hate spiders. Creepy!!
DeleteIt's all about death. This FF is for bridge players and tired senior citizens:
ReplyDeleteTitle: LIVING WILL, the EXIT CARD
By Julie Eberhart Painter
When I'm in a tight spot, I like to know where the door is. Three cards remain in the last hand of the bridge tournament. Am I end played? The wrong lead gives declarer a free finesse. What did she keep? My head aches remembering my exit card.
“I wish you'd forgotten my club discard,” she says with a sigh, placing her hand back in the yellow plastic board.
Scores collected, we stand.
Everything goes black.
I awake unable to move. Where’s my exit card now?
That's some game of bridge! Thanks for sharing your flash, Julie.
DeleteVery powerful in so few words. Thanks for playing, Julie!
DeleteNow I want to learn how to play bridge. :-)
DeleteVery nice. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteHere's a one for your short reading pleasure: Title, The Intruder
ReplyDeleteShe awoke with a start and choked back a gasp. A shadow moved toward the window. She reached under the pillow for her phone. The shadow edged closer to the bed. In the dark she couldn’t make out features or size, just movement.
Her mind emptied of everything except fear. She couldn’t turn on the phone because the light would give her away. She stifled the pounding in her head and edged for the alarm button sitting on the nightstand next to the bed. She grabbed and pushed it before the shadow reached her.
“Lillian, it’s me.” Sirens blasted and outside flashes of light revealed her twin sister, clearly sleep walking again.
Lol. As a reformed sleep walker, I completely appreciate this.
DeleteGreat twist, Joan!
DeleteNow that's a twist I didn't see coming!
DeleteOh wow, I was ready to be freaked out. Great spin in the end!
DeleteHi, I'm new at this so please forgive me for just coming in under the 200
ReplyDeleteVal
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Losing Edward
I’m lucky, I guess, to have this room in my son’s basement. It’s warm and I have a window looking out on the garden but Justin and his wife work and I miss having a friend. I feed the birds and chatter quietly to them but then, just last week I found a real friend.
He popped his nose out from under my bed when I was reading, a tiny grey mouse. I whispered to him and he didn’t seem afraid. Next day I brought muffin crumbs down for him and softly explained it was bran muffin and very good for him. He explored my room, even the drawers. I named him Edward and it was like having a friend visit. He seemed to listen to my silly chatter and even let me touch him a couple of times. I had finally found a friend in this gated community.
I lay in bed one morning watching him, loving his wiffly whiskers and I heard Justin heading off to work. He called to his wife, “Don’t forget to buy rat poison. I saw a mouse in the kitchen.”
Oh no, not Edward. Poor Mom! Thanks for sharing.
DeleteOh no! The poor lady is going to lose her friend!! Great job.
DeleteAaaah, I don't like mice in my house either, but kind of found a soft spot in my heart for this one...
DeleteSo glad you shared! It's a wonderfully bittersweet story.
DeleteAwww, so sad. Don't let them kill Edward! Thanks for sharing such a sweet story.
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