Mother’s Pitch

Photo Credit: Nano Anderson via CC.

Photo Credit: Nano Anderson via CC.

“Perfect, just perfect.”

Sarah could hear the sarcastic undertone in her mother’s voice. The clapping that echoed around the white-washed walls couldn’t hide the disappointment radiating from her skin.

Britany bowed in gratitude toward her audience but the quiver in her legs betrayed her nervousness. She knew their mother noticed the missing note in the ninth measure.

Sarah gave here sister a compassionate look as they passed each other on the stage. Britany’s eyes pleaded for help. Sarah couldn’t let her suffer for being less gifted.

As she poised the bow on the strings she made the decision to test her mother’s perfect pitch.

 

 

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Written for Micro Bookends 1.50

Bookends: Perfect, Pitch

 

 

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Endless Possibilities for Terrible Outcomes

Photo by Gidget

Photo by Gidget

There’s too many. Chest tightens. Throat closes.
Can’t… Breathe. They mock me, grinning with closed mouths.
Choices, choices. All leading to someone’s death. I…just… can’t.

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Submitted for #3linethursday week forty-five

Queen of the Cyber Wars – #sixwordstory

photo courtesy Ashwin Rao

photo courtesy Ashwin Rao

Her little lie spread like wildfire.

 

 

I was CRAZY busy last weekend but I wanted to write something, since my participation in flash contests has been lacking as of late. So I stopped by The angry Hourglass, only for a moment, and submitted a quick little story. Well, I guess sometimes less is more because I got an honorable mention from our wonderful judge Brett Milam. His comments were very kind and made my day!

Nietzsche said it was his ambition to say in ten sentences what others say in a whole book. There’s something palpable to brevity when done right, especially in the context of an already limited-word genre, like flash fiction. In this case, you’ve said in six words what others utilized another 354 words to accomplish. But I like it because it’s apropos of the prompt and it says everything in those six words. And now I’ve already gone on over 12 times longer than the story, so I’ll stop.

Peace Comes in the Morning

Though winds may ravage and waves crash in.
I stand firm on solid ground, Your armor my protection.
And when the morning comes, Peace shines upon my face.

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Submitted for #3LineThursday Week Forty-Three.

 

 

 

 

 

Inner Demons

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Fall, the shadows domineer
Push, fight the urge to succumb
Stand, stronger than before

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Submitted for #3LineThursday Week Forty-Two.

Closed Doors and Open Windows

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– wallpaperswide.com

A breath,
the smallest wisp,
swirled around the room.
The end of an era.

New unseen beginnings,
waiting to unfold,
fill the air,
smoldering in anticipation.

She paused,
frozen in time,
wanting to stay in the ending
forever.

But the sun sets,
as it always does,
signaling death.
This season is over.

The morning will arrive,
pushing through resistance,
it’s light revealing
what’s to come.

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This poem is in response to Photo Challenge #68, Pause, July 07, 2015.

Lively Imagination

This story earned a special mention “For use of dialogue to tell an amusing story”  in Flash! Friday 3-29.  I am pretty excited that my story got any mention at all, as Flash! Friday is a very popular contest with SO many amazing entries. A BIG THANKS goes out to the wonderful judges over at Luminous Creatures Press!

The prompt for this challenge was to use the photo prompt as inspiration as well as include a main character that is a writer.

Buster Crabbe as Flash Gordon. Studio promotional still photo 1936, public domain.

Buster Crabbe as Flash Gordon. Studio promotional still photo 1936, public domain.

Lively Imagination

 

“Keep running!”

“What is that thing?”

“I’m not sure,” Robbie panted, his plump stomach in knots. He glanced back, they had a small lead on the hideous beast.

“I didn’t think three headed monsters existed!”

“They don’t,” Robbie huffed, chubby fingers pushing up his glasses, “at least not in real life.”

“This is real life. Explain that.” Mike was a few feet ahead, holding back as to not lose Robbie.

“Well,” Robbie gasped for breath, lungs burning, ” I think… I created it.”

“What?”

“You know that story I wrote last night?”

“Yeah.”

“It was about a beast with three heads, eyes like molten lava, big cavernous nostrils. Sound familiar?” Robbie stopped short, hands on his knees, gasping for air. Mike stopped and doubled back.

“You’re telling me that you somehow made it come alive?”

“Well… yeah. It’s sorta happened before, just never with something so obvious.” Their heads jerked back as a shrill screech filled the halls.

“It sees us!” Mike pulled Robbie up forcing him to run once more. “If we can get around that corner we might lose it again. What happens in your story?”

“Well,” Robbie hesitated as they turned the corner. A wall. “he chased his prey to a dead end…”

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Click here to read the second installment in Robbie and Mike’s adventure.

 

 

 

Brother Knows Best

Photo Credit: Ian Muttoo via CC.

Photo Credit: Ian Muttoo via CC.

“Big foot!”

“Stop it!”

“Trip much?”

Kaitie tried to keep her burning fury in check.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale…

“I think that’s what I’ll call you. Hey everybody, look at Bigfoot!”

Katie raised her shaky hands, anger bursting from her eyes. She couldn’t let them see. It would raise too many questions.

Exhale. Inhale. Exhale…

James once told her when she got angry to think of water. She never took it to heart though.

“Biiiiiigfooooot!”

Ah forget it. Kaitie lifted up her hands and let the flames fly over Brad’s head. He screamed and ran. Then she noticed the phone pointed in her direction.

Crap. Should’ve listed to my brother.

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This story was Submitted to Micro Bookends 1.37. The bookends were Big and Brother.