One Love, Forever.

“But Now I must sleep.”

“In the cemetery?” Cara shuttered, whether from the chill in the air or fear she couldn’t tell. Either way she did not want to stop here for any reason.

“It’s as good a place as any.” Peter sighed as he lowered his weary body to the soft earth.

“You can’t rest there. That’s someone’s grave.”

Peter ignored her and stretched out his limbs, lying on his back. Cara looked at the man in front of her, this man she barely knew. The day he walked into her small town was the day nothing else mattered. He was perfect in every way. His long dark hair, his tall stature. His skin seemed to glow in the sun.

Cara jumped from a sudden surge in her toes. Peter’s cool skin brushed hers as he slowly traced his hand over the delicate bones of her foot.

“This is what I want to remember, these moments with you. Uninterrupted by the world and its cruel ways.”

He always seemed to talk as if he was saying goodbye. Was he going to leave her? She sat beside him wanting to close the gap between them. As if reading her mind he pulled her down so that their bodies were as close as they possibly could be. The energy was undeniable, raging yet sad all at once. Why did it feel like an ending every time they were together?

“I will always love you,” He whispered in her ear. She closed her eyes and drifted to sleep with his hands still stroking her hair.

As the sun rose from behind the hill peter rose from his resting place, grimacing as his joints groaned in agony.

“Until later, my Love.”

Peter hobbled away, turning to look at the grave again.

Cara Moreau

1936-1960

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This story got an honorable mention over at Microcosms. A big thanks goes out to the judge, Geoff Holme.

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A Tribute to Flash! Friday Fiction Competition

Flash!Friday had their Flashversary Competition this past Friday but it was also the very last FF contest…ever. I stumbled upon this site through another Flash Fiction Site  about ten months ago. Once I started competing I was hooked! These weekly competitions have helped me gain confidence in my writing and find my voice. I will be forever grateful.

Our story requirements:

Must be exactly 100 words

Must start with “On Friday everything changed

 

This is one of two ( read the second one here) stories I submitted.

On Friday everything changed. The last notes of a song rang out, beautiful words from stories past floated by in memories so strong that hearts swelled and eyes blurred.

This is not an ending but a transition. One that can be embraced with gusto. Courage was born here. Those who hid behind their words emerged and flourished, finding their true voices.

This is a place that will be forever in our hearts, a stepping stone that got us where we are today. And as we continue to move forward, we know that the friends we’ve gained will come with us.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

Discovery – #sixwordstory

Photo from Google Images

Photo from Google Images

Reaches in pocket, ” hey, five dollars!”

If you like this story, please head over to Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge and like my story in the comments. The story with the most likes wins! And, while your at it, enter your story too!

Debut

 

Photo Credit: Dan Phiffer via CC.

Photo Credit: Dan Phiffer via CC.

 

“Stage?”

“Isn’t he beautiful?”

“Odd name don’t you think?”

“These are odds times, Hector. It suits him.” Tereasa wrapped her newborn tightly in the threadbare blanket. She looked out at the vacant auditorium, the shadows of people past still lingered in the seats.

Wincing, she tried to get up.

“What are you doing?”

“We have to keep moving. They’ll find us.”

“They’ll be sure to find us if you pass out in the snowy street. Lay down.”

Hector took his son in his arms and looked at his wife on the hard, dusty floor.

“Stage, huh? Well, I guess it’s as good as any name.”

 

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Written for Micro Bookends 1.40

Our bookends were STAGE and NAME.

 

 

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.

 

 

 

A New World – Flash Fiction

Warmup Wednesday! 100 word story.

CC2.0 photo by Jose Maria Cuellar.

Oh Venezia! CC2.0 photo by Jose Maria Cuellar.

 

Max was stunned.

It was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. All the stories he’d heard as a young boy had been true. There did exist a world where fire lit the sky each morning, bathing the land in golden light.

He stood, motionless, staring at the expanse of this new world. This wonderful, breathtaking place was the only hope for his starving people.

“What are you, a statue? Let’s keep moving!” The commander shouted.

Max tore his gaze away, the world dimming around him as his eyes adjusted. This was his new home, his future.