FlashFiction
Flash Fiction Post Archive:
January 12th 2012 – #NightGale - A Moment - “Cable’s hand crept closer along the brittle browned grass. The closer his fingers came the faster my heart raced…”
January 5th 2012 – #NightGale – Take Me to My Angel - “Little Colby tugged on my slacks as if the sight of my dress socks was too much for his small eyes to take in…”
December 7th 2011 – #DivineHell – Welcome to the Party ” … let me decribe to you what you’ve won for all of your efforts.”
October 18th 2011 – #writecampaign - Chance Meeting ““I’m no angel.” I said out loud sighing at my predicament.”
October 10th 2011 – The Haunted Necklace - #tuesdaytales extended edition “Either my eyes were deceiving me then or they are tricking me now…” Halloween Tribute
September 27th 2011 – I was so sure I’d gotten rid of all the evidence - #dicegames
September 22nd 2011 – Velvet Touch #writercampaign “The message will get to her…”
September 19th 2011 – How I discovered the Fountain of Youth – #dicegames “never thought the portal to said dimention would be a sewage drain…”
September 12th 2011- Sometimes It’s just Easier to Let Them Die - “”How strange.” The woman looked at me up and down like some sort of pet project.” #dicegames
September 7th 2011 – To Hades – #writecampaign – “The door swung open…”
September 5th 2011 - A Dragon Wrecked My House Deal with it - “You smell like wood…” #dicegames
Aug 5th 2011 – Energy Drink – “…the compounds they are creating are like magic in a drink monstering turbo humans with…”
July 22nd 2011 – Chicken of Life – “It looked like a frothy heart on the coffee’s surface…”
July 15th 2011 – Into the Living- “My throat is dry as if in the presence of a salt mine any…”
July 1st 2011 – The New Job - “Alan Falak, my informer, adjusts his cuff link and then hands me a…”
Week 28 December 28th 2011
Entry 22
Winner (click here)
Resolution, Tired, Illuminate, Regrets, Booze
I am Rob Wells:
I regretted not being more like my best friend Rob. He was sociable, funny, and a babe magnet. Going out for booze was a short adventure ending with leaving me, the wing man, picking up the tab and illuminating my own way home. I was tired of lurking in his shadow.
It was my new year’s resolution that I would be Rob; I’m Rob but better.
“Rob.” I turned and so did my best friend towards the scantily clad woman.
She smiled at me and took my hand.
The transformation was complete.
No more regrets.
I’ve taken over my life now.
I am Rob Wells.
December 16th 2011
“I feel…” I took one strong whiff of a mesmerizing concoction that reminded me of a pine tree right after a crisp rainfall. It had my mind reeling and my heart thumping against the inside of my ribcage.
Like a beacon I followed the toxic fumes down the banister and around the corner.
“Did you sleep well Bird?” Gabriel’s voice was like a low vibrating cello string pulling me deeper into a nonsensical consciousness.
“I feel…”
“I’ve been waiting for you.” He smirked.
A burning numbness coursed slowly through my veins.
It was too late.
I was under his spell.
100 words
Notes from the judge: @theglitterlady: This was an exceptionally difficult but eventually inescapable decision for me. What makes this story a dark horse winner, for me, is the subtle sensory engagement of it. In a mere 100 words, the reader is provided sights, sounds, touches, scents and perhaps even the taste of the noxious fumes. It sneaks up on you and almost evaded me in its quiet but masterful delivery. I extend a hearty huzzah and a bow to the skill of The Glittery One.
Week 18 October 12th 2011
( WINNER! ) Check HERE
Shameless, sapphire, tattoo, accent, presidential
Living up to my mother’s expectations of presidential status is even more difficult since she left. My eyes are always a shade duller than her brilliant sapphire orbs. Being late to class today I could hear her accented tone of shameless disapproval echoing in my ears, “There is no place for excuses.”
She’s right.
A single white lily with those words were tattooed to my ankle reminding me of what I need to accomplish.
Graduation is tomorrow but today my gown will be the color of her murderer’s blood.
There are no excuses for letting him forget.
Because I haven’t.
100 words
Notes from the judge @thansenwrites: With just a few sentence her character had the most…well…character! And she had a plan and a motive and issues and I want to know more!
Week 17 October 5th 2011
Entry 13 (FINALIST)
week 17 Finalist marked : Saddest Story Ever
Labor, Corrupt, Horseradish, Aces, Turf
The water trailed down the turf of my body washing away the cascade of memories in my mind. Each one corrupted by my own making. Jake was everything I should want in a man. Security, compassion, funny, and smart; if there was a check list for what I want in a man he aced all marks.
“I put towels in the dryer so it’s warm!” Jake called out.
I felt trapped in this perfectly labored bubble.
Forced smile, stiff hug, and wrapped in hot horseradish dressing.
“I’ll be out soon!” I let the blood rush down my wrists.
I’m out.
100 words
Week 12 Aug 31st 2011
Entry 8 (Finalist)
After 7 entries, My 8th entry finally made it as a finalist: Best giggle-snort inducer http://www.traceyhansenwrites.com/apps/blog/show/8318372-humpdaychallenge-week-12-winners-#comments
Lumpy, Riot, Glaze, Thrust, Amorphous
People have told me that I shouldn’t be with you. You’re unhealthy, lumpy, tart, and dangerous. It’s what I love about you. The thought of you being here, in this room, sitting on my kitchen countertop has my fingers eagerly waiting to thrust into your velvet insides. You know what happens when you’re bad. I’ll caress my cheek against your pale delectable surface. When I feel the amorphous slime of your interest against my skin I’ll gather your glazed sugar in my mouth tantalizing my taste buds. Still too distant. I need you or I’ll riot against myself to consume you, Lemon Cake.
102words
Challenge 5 WINNER!
October 17th 2011
photo: flooded city , phrase: “Nothing Left to”, prompt: title starting with X
Xanadu- Ode to Breathe
Like rust beneath the surface of a drowning city I knew exactly what I wanted to do for my remaining days. If ever a piece of iron could be living it was when water and air corrode it. Only then is it more than just metal; it breathes. I am just a robot in the monotonous routine of the world just waiting to live. It’s unfortunately that only when we are dying do we truly start to expand and fill our iron lungs with air. Protecting myself from the elements is what preserves my embalmed body but I am not afraid of oxygen anymore.
There is nothing left to indulge in but to risk my existence to another.
“When I met you my world stopped, for just a moment. When our eyes met I knew that I was no longer numb to the world. No longer blinded by the incoherent goals of my days I know now. Will you drown with me? In the ocean of our love?”
Will you drown with me?
You make me breathe.
I am alive.
184 words
D. Ryan ( @DRyanLeask ) judgemaster says: Wow! What a cool way to look at things and to bring a Robot to life! I love the way that you looked at how iron rusts and deteriorates as a form of life and delved into that in only 200 words. Gave me a real sense of feeling for your character.
