FlashFeeD 1.1

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The picture prompt this week:

Story must focus on the fiction element of : Character or characters.

Stories will be limited to 2000 characters* (about 300 words), including the title.

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Irish Wolfhound
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Red Night

The portal brought me here. I could see the lights of a city in the distance. I was standing on a plain, surrounded by the charred remains of buildings. It looked like the scene of an ancient battle, from some long-forgotten war.

Lights surrounded me in the bloody light of that sun. I thought of the wildfires in Santa Rosa when I was a little girl, how the houses burned one by one in the diablo winds.

My family left. There were floods in the East that year. We went to the mountains, and I remember being surprised by snow, how cold it was, how it melted in the sun.

I remember fireflies, the lights flashing in the summer nights.

I know these are not really my memories. They have been programmed in me, part of my design. I am ones and zeros, not flesh and blood. I was made for this, exploring new worlds. And yet, I hold on to the memories, as light as snow, elusive as the fireflies.

There had been a fire here, too. The air still smelled of smoke and Octobers.

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As always find myself envious of the dream-like quality of your writing … great imagery and a wonderful slice of sci-fi

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Thank you–much appreciated!

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Irish Wolfhound
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What a line! ‘The air still smelled of smoke and Octobers.’ Wonderful image. Love this, Voima.

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Thank you Alva!

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Irish Wolfhound
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The memories. Yet they’re not hers.

She must dream of electric sheep, surely.

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Irish Wolfhound
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Fantastic sci-fi story; so well written.

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Thanks so much for reading. Come and write a story, too!

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Irish Wolfhound
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Thanks – I just might if I can get inspired.

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I’m glad you finally got inspired.

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St Bernard
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So poignant even though she is an AI, which in a way strengthens the nostalgia, creates a stark yearning.

Emily Livingstone
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Love the idea of “elusive” memories that aren’t your own–the curiosity you’d feel if you had them as you did what you were made to do. Great story!

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your imagery and the way it all ties in makes this story say so much more than the character limit. – As always, – bravo!

Sian Brighal
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Beautiful imagery. The use of fireflies in conjuction with elusiveness was lovely. Especially good to use AI as a counterpoint to the evocative descriptions. Lovely story.

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THE VOICE IN THE VOID

“No! No, I don’t want to die!” Jackie grabbed handfuls of dirt to no avail; the gravitational pull continued. He couldn’t make it stop. One of his shoes had been ripped from his foot, and the rest of his clothes felt close behind.

“Who said anything about dying?”

“I’m being sucked into the void! Death is upon me!” Jackie said.

The suction suddenly ceased. The sparkling lights fizzled out and the glowing circle dimmed.

“You’re just like all the others!”

“Where are you? WHAT are you?” Jackie demanded. He could see no recognizable creature, no humanoid or animal form. Was death truly incorporeal?

“You’re looking at me, you great twit.”

“You mean…Death is a spinning hole?”

“Good grief,” said the voice, in a tone of utmost exasperation. Jackie had the distinct impression he should feel guilty, but he wasn’t sure for what.

“I’m not Death,” said the voice. “I’m the gateway to paradise. I’m the reward for your good deeds in life. And I’m terribly insulted by your attitude, young man.”

“I…I didn’t know!”

“No, you didn’t, and you just assume – like so many of your predecessors have assumed – that I’m something bad or terrible. You didn’t even ASK first. Do you know how much that hurts?”

“Er…sorry?”

“You’re not sorry though, are you? But you will be, because paradise is no longer open to you, jackass!”

The lights went out, and the void disappeared. Jackie was left blinking in the night wondering where it had all gone wrong.

Somewhere in paradise, Jackie’s left shoe lived happily ever after.

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St Bernard
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I’ve missed your writing, Holly!

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Irish Wolfhound
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Oh a story almost entirely in dialogue. Gets me every time. Splendid build-up here, Holly. Loved this.

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Holly’s back. And with her is some Flash Fiction dialed up to ‘humour’.
“You mean…Death is a spinning hole?”

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Irish Wolfhound
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Loved the humour in your story. That last sentence cracks me up!

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I don’t know why but the idea of a ticked off portal to paradise amuses me so much. Well done!

Sian Brighal
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Fantastic story. The last line was super.

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so wonderful to see your words again!

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THE LAST STAND

Its hours until sunrise.
The creatures sit on the edge of my spell; hundreds of them. They’re like wolves waiting on a wounded animal to give up and die. And moths drawn to the essence of my magic.
My arm tires but if I slip for a second, I’ll die.
Can I keep this up until the bright light of morning rises above the horizon? I’d be lying if I said yes. It’s too far off, even for the power I wield. And yet here I stand, unable to stop, to give up. I wonder why that is?
Human nature I guess.
I spot a few of the braver ones trying to step into the fountain of fire I’m weaving. They flinch back as the sparks hit their black leathery skin, hissing at their prey. How dare I defend myself.
I don’t know what I was thinking when I came out here. I thought I could draw them away from the estate, give the others time to get away. Maybe even kill a fair amount of them. But there were more than they first showed. They drew us out. Everyone dead but me. I failed doing the one thing I was born to.
I swallow my guilt. I doesn’t serve me here.
My arm twinges again, muscles aching from the effort of projecting the spell.
There’s not much left in me. So I figure there’s only one choice left.
I’ll never see another sunrise, the one thing to scare these creatures into hiding. So instead I will create my own.
Mustering up the last of my strength I channel more and more power, bringing the spell closer while concentrating it. Faster and faster, my arm begging for me to stop.
The creatures stalk closer.
I smile.
And release all the-

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St Bernard
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Powerful imagery of a man’s final moments. Having spent part of today discussing alliteration with a Yr 11, appreciated your ‘wolves waiting on a wounded animal’.

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Thanks, Steph. Though he stands alone in the image, those vile creatures are just on the edge of it, waiting.

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“i’ll never see another sunrise,” Your character has such depth and feeling. What a powerful story!

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Thank you, Voima. I wondered if he could possibly survive his ordeal, but I don’t think there was any other way to end the story. He fought the brave fight.

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I want to say beautiful use of imagery and feeling – the physical hurt as well as the mental aches. Very well done! Bravo!

Sian Brighal
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So much energy in it, winding up for the ending. Brilliant read. Like how you add in information, layering up the scene.

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Very atmospheric and love the ending …

Emily Livingstone
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Wow. I like that the narrator was “born” to do this…intriguing element of this world!

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That last smile clinges it for me. I can see it in my mind.

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The Vanishing of Barry Brigham

Barry was bored or more accurately, he was boring: a nothing name, nondescript clothes, a man whose spirit had been neutered long ago. He blamed his mum. She had made him invisible.

“Barry, lad,” she’d say, “you’re never going to set the world on fire. Best you realise that now and put your name down for a job at the dump.”

So he had, spending years amongst the dirt and the grime, getting greyer and grimmer as time went on. Nor had he found anything of use amongst the cast-offs … except his wife … and even her appeal had had a best before. The rats didn’t mind though, always grateful for anything tossed their way.

“Not surprised she left you,” said his mum. “You’ve got no spark. A woman likes someone with a bit of spark.”

Now she too fed the rats.

Nobody noticed her disappearance. Nobody noticed him. Nobody sensed the inferno building up inside Boring Barry Brigham. He wanted the world to see him, hear him. He wanted to shout ‘Look at me, I’m here,” but his reedy, squeaky voice meant he kept his mouth shut.

Now, instead of being out on the town enjoying himself, he was stood on the mountainous pile of household waste generated by those below. It wasn’t fair. As he pondered his situation, the match he’d struck to light a cigarette burned his fingers and he dropped it. The tiny flame smouldered for a while and went out. It reminded Barry of himself – no spark; well, that was something he could change. He knelt down, struck another match, nursed the tiny flame until it found its voice, became a roar that soon echoed across the dump. Flames danced beneath the night sky. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, eating up the grey with its vibrant tongue. Perhaps it could do the same for him.

Barry did not run. “The world’s on fire, Ma,” he cried as the flames claimed him. “I lit the spark.”

But when the fire died out, only grey ash remained. And nobody noticed Barry Brigham had vanished.

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I intended to +1 but my finger went to the thumb down… then the site let me thumb up twice. I hope I haven’t broken anything!

I liked the offhand comments: being on fire, having no spark. Ha!

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Stealth creepy killer references. Well done… Getting into a character’s head isn’t always easy and getting into one who isn’t … right… even harder. well done.

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Well-done–I love the mix of horror and humor–so good!

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St Bernard
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Thanks. I like to raise a smile between the shudders occasionally!

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Poor Barry. You portrayed well how a parents words can hurt.

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Powerful story, but he was just snuffed out, his ashes blown away! Stunning bitter ending: great job!

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MY GRANDAD IS WEIRD
On my tenth birthday Grandad gave me a hula-hoop. I was embarrassed because in my little world, hula-hoops were for girls, not boys. I know! I know! Much to Grandad’s disappointment, I buried the hoop in the back garden before any of my friends saw it. I didn’t get a replacement present. The hula-hoop was my birthday gift. Next present would be Christmas.
For Christmas that year, Grandad gave me a red glove. One glove. Nothing special about it. I decided he had lost his marbles. I buried the glove next to the hula-hoop from June. Grandad said nothing. I said nothing.
On my eleventh birthday I was given a baseball bat. Finally, he had given me something I wanted. For Christmas I got the corresponding baseball glove.
Yes, my Grandad is weird. In the ensuing years, the hoop and glove were never mentioned.
The day before my 18th birthday, Dad left a note on the table, from Grandad.
‘Tomorrow you will be ready. Dig up the buried hoop and the glove, take both to the plateau over Devil’s Gorge, from where you can see the entire city light up the valley. Don the glove and swing the hoop repeatedly over your head.’
My Grandad is weird.
The hoop glowed red -hot as it spun, sparks danced around me, illuminating the plateau. Tiny fire figures formed on the earth, surrounding me, inching toward me. I couldn’t stop. I was terrified but I felt on top of the world.
As I continued to swing wildly, tracks formed around me. I grew in stature until cars and trucks were miniature shadows at my feet.
I thought Grandad was weird but now I’m a giant out here swinging a hoop over my head, surrounded by fire imps.

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Excellent story! I love how you repeated–my grandad is weird. The ending is fantastic.

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His granddad might have been weird but the boy clearly loved him as shown by carrying out the man’s last wisbes.

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Whoa. You managed to make me forget the prompt, until it appeared. Amazing.

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Fun story!

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There is a fine line between weird and magical. Well done.

Sian Brighal
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Lovely story. Maybe there could be a sequel to this in a future prompt…find out what he and his Granddad were readying for? Hint 😀

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Choice.

They make us choose when we’re kids. I was five, and all I remember is that I was terrified. What if I chose wrong?
And that’s all. I cannot remember anything else. Come on, can you even recall what you did when you were five? We believe we remember, but in reality all we do is repeat what our parents tell us.
And yet they make our whole lives hinge on that decision. I’ve seen it tens of times afterwards: tiny girls and boys who can barely eat alone, forced to choose, always under the pretense that it’s for their own good.
I call bullshit. This has to change. The ceremony has to be done differently. One day we’re going to have someone make the wrong choice, and that person will destroy the world as we know it. It’s the prophecy, doesn’t everybody know it? But no, it depends on character, they say. The right element will call you. It’s never failed before, and it never will.
I need to know.
And thus I whip out my bullroarer and spin it over my head. It hums and throbs, and then it cracks and ignites. My mind drifts as my eyes follow the sparks, and I chant in rhythm.
I am five. I am a rebel. How can I be, if I’m five? The older me is a rebel, not this frightened little boy.
Yet the boy knows. He knows, I know, that he doesn’t like this. Choose, choose.
And he hears the water running and I think, perhaps it’s Water.
It doesn’t sit right. Water flows; it never turns back.
The land we stand on. Our naked feet touch it, and it has its own beat underneath. Could it be Earth?
No. Not Earth. Earth is powerful but safe. It’s not us.
There. The wind touching our face. It must be Air.
But Air is inconstant. Fragile yet destructive. Always in disguise. That’s not me. And me is me now, not the kid of five.
I look up. And I see the stars.
And thus I know. He knows. We know.
Fire. The rebel in us wants Fire, not the fire from the wood or coal, but the eternal fire burning in the stars. The fire that will still be there when we’re long gone.
Fire.

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I really liked this. The narrative, the cadence of the writing.

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Thanks, that’s what I was aiming for! IMHO it was better with blank lines between paragraphs but the site didn’t like it somehow.

Now I need to read what everybody else has written…

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‘The older me is a rebel, not this frightened little boy.’ An entire story in one line. Excellent story, Vicente.

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Thanks!

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‘The rebel in us wants Fire’ with a capital F. Loved the demanding tone of that.

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Glad you noticed the use of capitals! 😉

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always interesting when we think about the motivations or our younger selves. Well done.

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Thank you.

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I love the way it flowed, marvelous story!

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Thanks. I wrote it in one go and just had to edit down a bit when I hit the character limit. I wasn’t sure whether it would work.

Sian Brighal
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Sweeps you up, carries you along, blows you away. Fantastic read.

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Folsom Prison

1968. That baritone singer with his black suit and black guitar, singing his outlaw songs. Carrying on like he was one of us inmates. I reckon he was, too.
Like him, I had an outlaw heart and had fallen into a burning ring of fire. Crimes of passion. Fire in my veins burned down my house. My marriage. My life.
Ten years between the granite walls of Folsom Prison can soften or harden a man, teach him the error of his ways or new ways to do wrong.
Well, I’ve always learned lessons the hard way, but that prison concert sparked something in me. Fear. Hope.
Fear of being nothing but a loser. A lifer. I was walking that fine line. Honestly, nobody woulda cared if I’d died in there. It was the end of the line for many. I didn’t want it to be my last stop, though. I wanted to be more. I wanted connection, relevance. Just another chance.
I wrote down my fears. Journals. Stories. Poetry. Letters. I even won a prison writing contest. Other inmates traded my stories like prized contraband. I became somebody.
My new confidence was a catalyst to write letters to my teenage sweetheart. Her flaming curls had inspired poetry in me. And other things besides. She musta felt a spark in my letters, too. She was waiting at the gates upon my release. Said she was willing to give me a chance.
Isn’t that all anyone ever wants, but a chance?

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Enjoyed this, love that particular Johnny Cash song and I’ve seen the clips! Love your character’s journey of redemption.

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Thank you! Inspired by hearing the song on the radio a few days ago. It’s been stuck in my head and then I saw the prompt picture. Was hoping writing the story would make the song stop repeating but nope. I’m not even a country music fan lol. The guy was pretty amazing though, and it is a catchy tune.

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Excellent story! I really like how you used the image, and developed the character. The last line is great. .

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Thanks so much 😊

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You know, I tend to take the literal road when writing to prompts, and I say that managing a weekly prompt myself. I love how you’ve gone exactly the opposite road, because I find it so hard.

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Thank you very much. I tend to just let prompts have their way with me and see what happens. If I over think them I get stuck with what to write.

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My current favorite version of the song is the one done by Home Free, but yes, I love what you did with the prompt. Well done!

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Thank you! I will check out the alternate song version.

Sian Brighal
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Beautiful writing. I like some of Johnny Cash songs, so this was like seeing old friends or forgotten foes. Loved it.

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I hate parties, those insipid social gatherings where politeness masks primal urges. Glazed eyes, jaws flapping with urgency but saying nothing. Yet here I am again, at another version of the same party waiting for the jump-lag to fade.
I retreat to the corner of the room, watching the clock, twenty minutes till midnight.
Inbound on a collision course, a blond missile with two glasses of shit champagne.
Red lips parting, vomiting out that fucking question.
“So, what do you do?”
The usual lie to this Pavlovian echo.
“I’m a writer.”
“Oh, really? Would I have read …”
“I write under a pseudonym, the creative process you understand?”
Blondie nods, eyes already scanning the room for more pleasurable distractions. I make my escape, hitting the street, hailing a passing cab. Breathing a sigh of relief that soon I’ll be home.
I mean if I told them what I really did for a living.
That I was a reality-surgeon.
They’d kill me.
The cab drops me off atop the hill overlooking the city. I slip the slender wand from my jacket pocket, activating it with a flourish. Orange flowers bloom into life from its tip, tendrils of crackling blossom reaching out as the abyss opens up above me. I double check my phone one last time, just to make sure.
Trust me you don’t want to eradicate the wrong multiverse.
The chromatic hues of the abyss flare as it begins to devour the ground beneath me. Soon the city, a sprawling constellation, will be gone followed by the entire system. It’s not their fault, hell it’s not mine. Somewhere in that very city another I is tucking another daughter into bed, reading her a story, comforting her, assuring her she’s safe and will grow up to be a princess.
Yet what can you do, let this cancerous version survive and doom the twenty other ‘verses that the AI predicts gets pulled into its death throes?
Another flourish of the wand, the abyss responds opening its maw wider.
Such a beautiful thing.
I wonder what lies beyond it.

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This quickly got epic.
Loved the line “I write under a pseudonym, the creative process you understand?”

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A biographical Easter egg hidden within the madness … thanks for the comment

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So good to read your words again. Love the detail of the orange flowers and the way the story unfolded. Stunning ending.

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Thanks V for your kind words, nice to be back in the FD loop again after an unexpected, but needed, hiatus.

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Great sense of world(s) weariness in your character

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Thanks, glad that came across …

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A reality-surgeon! Only for that idea the story is already gold, but on top of that the word magic flows beautifully.

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Thanks V, really appreciated.

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Very nice imagery. Great story created from the prompt.

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I know what lies beyond, another editor, editing their time 😉 Well done!

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Brilliant premise! The writing is also just wonderful: love the line ‘Inbound…with shit champagne.’

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Kara stepped back as the energy spray’s range widened. At the center of the orange light show, Bill stood, arm aloft, holding the vortex open.

“Must you leave?” Kara shouted across the space that separated them.

“I have no choice,” Bill replied, straining to hear her words over the hum gradually building above him.

“Of course you have a choice. You *always* have a choice. You chose to come!”

“I don’t have time for this, Kara.” Bill turned his eyes to the horizon. “The Westers are coming. They cannot find me. I cannot be here.”

“Stay, please!”

“Dimensional stability has been restored. My work is done. Now run! I’m almost to stasis point.” Even at a distance, Kara could see the strain on Bill’s face, trying to maintain connection with the vortex, the orange glow getting steadily brighter.

Kara glanced behind her. Three black vans and a couple of cars had pulled up at the bottom of the hill, lights strobing. Their occupants were already climbing out, checking their weapons.

“You’ll see me again,” said Bill. Kara turned. His face was locked on to her. “About ten years. We’ll meet.”

“But you won’t know me.”

A smile skirted his lips. “That’s up to you.”

And with a bright orange flash, he was gone. The orange circle above where Bill had stood shrank to a dot and vanished.

Kara heard footfall behind her.

She ran.

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Intriguing plot 😊

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Yes! I would like to read more–

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This feels like a great intro to a much deeper story. (that I look forward to reading)

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SPARK OF CHANGE
George kept seeing the man with the circle of fire. He told his friends about it, and they thought he meant Lord of the Rings. This was not that. George was more careful when he spoke to his dad about it, asking only, “Do you see anyone outside? Holding something?” His dad didn’t.
George was feeling more and more nervous. He couldn’t concentrate on schoolwork or what his friends said at lunch or what Dad told him.
So after Dad went to bed, George looked out the window, and saw the man with the giant fire ring, swirling in the sky above his head. The man was staring at him from the empty street. Heart pounding, George took a steak knife from the kitchen drawer and stuffed it in his jacket pocket. He put his cell in the other.
As soon as George eased out the front door, the man turned slightly to face him. George walked slowly closer until they were close, but not face to face. The man had no face, only holes in his red ski mask.
“What do you want?” George asked.
The man shook his head, like that was the wrong question. He took the ring from the air and held it out to George.
George’s heart pounded, but he took it. It burned, but not with deadly heat. George felt powerful, important. He stared at the flaming circle with wonder.
When he looked up, the man was gone.
George gripped the fiery ring and walked back up the steps to the house. When he tried to open the door, his hand passed through the latch. He gasped. Knowledge started to come. Tears came, too. George swung the ring into the sky. It swirled, and the voices spoke.

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I love this as the start of something bigger. I want to know more.

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Hole in the Sky

There was a hole in the sky, Denny knew this even though every adult he knew told him otherwise.

He tried to be careful who he told— his mom and dad would get cross when he did. He was, after all almost a teenager and it was time for him to put these fantasies out of his mind. At least that’s what they said.

It was his thirteenth birthday and his parents had promised him something special. It hadn’t been all that special as far as Denny was concerned. First there was the lecture about not talking the hole and other non-sense, then there was the belt, when he forgot and told his best friend Micha about them. That wasn’t special in the least.

It confused him to the point he couldn’t think. They’d always told him to tell the truth but now they were telling him not to. Well, they weren’t exactly telling him to lie, just not to speak of the hole. That had never made sense to Denny, so he’d forget, but the belt reminded him that his parent’s rules were all that really mattered.

Once, when they weren’t looking, he’d Googled the hole. He’d found information on Jackson Hole, Crack the Sky, he’d even found song by a band called Black Sabbath, but no one said anything about the hole in the sky.

‘Maybe it was a secret… maybe that was why mom and dad had gotten so mad,’ he’d thought and that made sense. He could keep a secret, at least until the grand finale of his not-so-speical special day.

It was 10:00 PM and they’d finished up the night at the park that overlooked the city. There his parents had given him his own fireworks to play with.

He watched as Micha and the others wrote their names with fire, and he squealed with delight as he took his turn. Suddenly everything was still as he danced with the sparkler, he wrote the story of his life in lights, finishing it with a swirling flourish that lit the way, and Denny jumped through the hole that wasn’t there.

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Of course! They should have listened to him. Great story.

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Thank you. It felt good to write flash again!

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The ending is wonderful! Fantastic story.

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Thank you! (Darn I’ve missed this!)

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Moth

I was drawn as easily as a moth. And if they feel as I do, then they desire to burn. No other light scorches so enticingly. He left a trail of gold to follow, a teasing treasure trail, out to the darkest of places, that place which craves the heat and light. Just beyond the glow of heated scales and burning arpeggios, he stands like some ancient angel crowned in a burning halo, orchestrating fire until the air weeps golden sparks and glowing rivers flow.

Each inhale burns, incinerating from within. It scatters the shadows that have lingered in the cold chambers of my heart, breeding without care in the dark. Is that why I’m drawn? Is this not a pyre but a crucible? Cremation or purification; am I to end or blow the ashes of all that was into the fire whipped wind?

I can’t be sure and I don’t care. We’ve craved fire since we first saw it in the dark. We’ve always seen it as a god, and I’m ready to be judged. I step closer; sparks sear my skin with fleeting kisses. I see him clearly know: the filament heart beating flames. He smiles and fires dance in his eyes. I can barely breathe; he’s stolen my oxygen.

No moth this time, futilely banging against glass; this time I can touch the fire. He leans down and I open up my mouth to greet his heat. No moth fooled by light. I have my fire and swallow it down.

No moth now, for I burn in what I need.

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Fabulous imagery, Sian. Love this.

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Thanks, Irene 🙂

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Beautifully – tragically – poetic

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Saharan Red

The sun burnt a fierce red today, Saharan dust filtering the light so we could look directly at the midday sun. It brought back the memory buried deep of the day three years ago; it was the same blood red.

@Jeremy437 had sold the biggest event of the year to his followers; not to be missed or you’d regret it. Jeremy had come from nowhere, a shooting star across our Accrington skyline. It was strange how he was a Twitter phenomena yet he only seemed to blossom in our town.

We turned up in our hundreds to the Old Rec. It really felt like it was an ‘I was there moment’, which I suppose it was.

The crowd hushed, unbidden, entranced by the slow deliberate walk into the centre of the field by the man we assumed was @Jeremy437.

We watched in silence as he readied himself with some bizarre contraption. Then we stood in awe as he span the device around his head in giant swirling loops. The beauty of that burning red light searing onto our retinas that cold October night as the lines circled and mingled, tracing shapes about him. Then the sparks began spitting out like an open furnace, flicking out in ever extending circles. We cheered in collective delight.

But somewhere these became howls of pain and fear as the molten atrocity the man had made began hitting the crowd: one hundred people hospitalised many requiring plastic surgery. I was a lucky one; upwind or upslope.

In the melee @Jeremy437 disappeared. The government put an embargo out on the story; his Twitter account deleted and a worm destroyed all traces of him from the electronic firmament. Did you hear about him? Exactly!

I fear that one day that nutcase will reappear; beware your new Twitter follower.

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Text above is just to test the 2K character limit – looks fine to me.

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It is also the recipe for lamb curry note the Nunc nummy metus.

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Hey check your spelling up there, please. Trying to read it was a nightmare!

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*Dances with Flames*

All it took to propel her out of her funk was the right idea from the right person at just the right time. Lily Rose had an inkling where Anita might be taking them but elected not to let on lest it spoil her lover’s surprise.

The Dark Night Festival after party was a rarely scheduled event in Marfa, Texas that Anita had attended for years. Held only when the winter solstice and a new moon occur on the same night, it attracts fire dance aficionados from all over the Southwest USofA. Anita’s spicy beef chili cooked for hours in cast iron kettles over an open fire, was one of the more anticipated dishes at each meet up.

With the early sun warming their backs, Anita’s Harley sprung to life when they hit the highway outside of Fort Worth and the long road across the arid west Texas landscape opened up before them. Lily Rose shared the sidecar with a cooler and three Lodge pots that were destined to a featured role in the night long event.

Lily Rose easily heard Anita’s booming voice over the sounds of the wind and humming motor.

“You know where we’re going?”

“I just might. If it’s Marfa, I’m excited as hell.”

“You got it, wild child, I hope you’re ready to slave over an open fire then after we’re done with the cooking, thrill our souls with seering hot food and dances with flame.”

“I’ve never in my life been more ready.”

Lily Rose loved the cozy sensations of warmth when garbed head to toe in layers of Scottish wool and Spanish leather. Snugly protected against buffeting winds of the barren plateau, Lily Rose shed layers as the cooking flame and waltzing fires did their thing by driving the chill away.

Anita was mesmerized when at midnight, Lily Rose grabbed the unsinged end of an ember crowned mesquite log and swirled and twirled like an out of control ballerina. Fiery particles decorated the night scene with a display unmatched by Burning Man.

Love’s sparks ignited passions that surrounded all who were dancing with flames in Marfa.

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I like how you invoke all the senses in this piece. Now i want chilli. Nicely done.

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Dances with Flames

All it took to propel her out of her funk was the right idea from the right person at just the right time. Lily Rose had an inkling where Anita might be taking them but elected not to let on lest it spoil her lover’s surprise.

The Dark Night Festival after party was a rarely scheduled event in Marfa, Texas that Anita had attended for years. Held only when the winter solstice and a new moon occur on the same night, it attracts fire dance aficionados from all over the Southwest USofA. Anita’s spicy beef chili cooked for hours in cast iron kettles over an open fire, was one of the more anticipated dishes at each meet up.

With the early sun warming their backs, Anita’s Harley sprung to life when they hit the highway outside of Fort Worth and the long road across the arid west Texas landscape opened up before them. Lily Rose shared the sidecar with a cooler and three Lodge pots that were destined to a featured role in the night long event.

Lily Rose easily heard Anita’s booming voice over the sounds of the wind and humming motor.

“You know where we’re going?”

“I just might. If it’s Marfa, I’m excited as hell.”

“You got it, wild child, I hope you’re ready to slave over an open fire then after we’re done with the cooking, thrill our souls with seering hot food and dances with flame.”

“I’ve never in my life been more ready.”

Lily Rose loved the cozy sensations of warmth when garbed head to toe in layers of Scottish wool and Spanish leather. Snugly protected against buffeting winds of the barren plateau, Lily Rose shed layers as the cooking flame and waltzing fires did their thing by driving the chill away.

Anita was mesmerized when at midnight, Lily Rose grabbed the unsinged end of an ember crowned mesquite log and swirled and twirled like an out of control ballerina. Fiery particles decorated the night scene with a display unmatched by Burning Man.

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