50 (give or take) Ways to Leave … #flashfiction

 

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Dark and stormy were her eyes as she got  took off on his Harley.

Her long blonde hair, caught by the breeze, waved a teasing “goodbye.”

He knew her red lips were pursed into resolve. 

The knife aimed at her heart just missed.

A pertinent song played as the bartender poured a tall one.

He raised his glass looking down the dark road.

 

 

“Hit the cancel key, Lee

and get yourself F-R-E-E”

Galen, There’s always another bend in the road of life (music perhaps)

wishing you the best

enjoy the next phase of life…

 

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The photograph is one taken by my talented friend Terrence Jones.

 

The value of Flash Fiction to improve your writing #writing #flashfiction #Dumas

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My used chair was undoubtedly city issue,  handpicked from salvage, the “stylish” metal  lacked any semblance of comfort. The seat was ripped and the stuffing exuded stale urine reflecting many tenuous nights at the station. It’s last home was  the interrogation room in one of the crime or homicide divisions. This was the city’s welcoming card…

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There was no need for my psychic abilities to tell where my metal chair, with the stuffing erupting from the seat, originated from. The stale urine spoke of pounding nights of interrogations; when the interrogators could no longer tolerate the stench, it was pitched into the wire caged, salvage area just waiting for me.

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My new chair, used city issue probably hand picked from salvage, very stylish, metal, an uncomfortable chair, the seat ripped and the stuffing coming out and smelled like stale urine. Its last home was an interview room in one of the divisions. (from the original unedited text)

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If you are serious about writing, you can benefit from writing flash fiction. Flash Fiction memes are wonderful places to exercise your writing ability and are available for all writing levels. The premise behind the Flash Fiction exercise is as follows: you are given a set number of words to create a theme, main character, and a resolution to the plot. Some memes give a prompt while others allow the writer to create his own theme. I have participated in flash fiction memes from 160 characters to 100 words; there are longer micro-fiction memes that allow 1000 words to develop and conclude a fictional piece. Regardless of the number of words you are alotted, the exercise challenges the writer to be concise yet descriptive.

The two examples that I have included for this article are each 55 words and are based on an edit I did for an author of crime/suspense fiction. Sometimes writers are so busy with the details that they overlook the descriptive aspect of writing. As a voracious reader of classical literature, my senses come alive by the words that teem with inspiration.

Read these 57 words so deftly crafted by the masterful hand of Alexandre Dumas:

The commissary took
up an iron mallet and knocked thrice, every blow seeming to
Dantes as if struck on his heart. The door opened, the two
gendarmes gently pushed him forward, and the door closed
with a loud sound behind him. The air he inhaled was no
longer pure, but thick and mephitic, — he was in prison.

~The Count of Monte Cristo (1844)

by Alexandre Dumas (excerpt from Chapter 8)

Here’s a challenge – take 55 words and use them well!

Photograph:” Starbuck’s Chair” ~L. Moon copyright 2012

World Race #atoz #flashfiction #Rodin

I didn’t realize there was a world race for the discovery which my colleagues and I had spent the better part of our lifetime researching.

Yes there could be money, recognition…

but that is not why

Does a singer have to sing?  

an artist sculpt or paint?

We had to discover

we were so close…

My world as a child was the think tank of Stanford University. My mind filled with science. While most kids were putting together Tinker Toys, I was studying bones (really old bones.) I got my break – the opportunity to work in medical research starting at the age of 13 (they kinda fudged on my age.) I saw and learned much. Scientific discoveries seemed to be made every day…

This is a flash fiction for my friend Galen aka Mr Know it All who has been in the hospital. Get well soon G-man.

and this is “W” for the wrap up week of the A to Z challenge.

Photography: Public Domain picture of Rodin’s sculpture “The Burghers  of Calais “in front of the Stanford Quad

Meet me at the Quad #atozchallenge #stanford #flashfiction

The note was cryptic all it said was:” meet me at the quad.”

“The Quad” I mused where so many discussions had taken place.

As scientists, we had seen the world through a different aperature

viewed things few would ever see…

“Who is it I am to meet?” I stood looking at a name in stone.

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The Stanford Quad is an historic place for myself and many others. If your know anything about Stanford University as an institute for higher learning it was ( and is ) the place where rules were broken and new discoveries emerged. I am going to break a rule and extend this story into next Friday Flash Fiction 55. Please forgive me this one time Mr G.

I am also submitting this piece to the month long A to Z challenge that I am part of. Today’s challenge was “Q” and coming up with a Q was a challenge…

Killing me softly #atoz #flashfiction

the words and intent

too long

angst flow now thru my fingertips

run away from my heart

I urge the poison placed

like acid there for nigh too long

Away!!!

killing who I had been

i air out my soul

i glimpse what I lost

now that I am

myself regained

now

flow

ing free

 

Today is an offering of fiction in a mere 55 words a la G-Man.
I continue my quest with other writers taking the  a to z challenge this being the letter “K”

Epitaph of Love #poetry #flashfiction

One

 last

silent tear falls

“WHY?”

whispered echoes in the trees

*

Sculpted beauty

 stone cold

veined marble

“here lies…

…cherished by many

…embraced by few …

thought of passionately  by one”

*

you held me

 too soon released

love  longed for

 world  dreamt of

gone the moment

 darkness slipped

her icy fingers

 wiped free of guilt

dagger’s voice

 entombed

This fiction evolved from a heartfelt epitaph of lost love to an epitaph of one wronged in love. I hope you enjoyed the ending…

The sculpture is an amazing commissioned piece entitled  “Asleep”  by talented Australian artist Peter Schipperheyn

I pulled this from an archive that was submitted to:  G-Man’s Friday Flash Fiction Fun Fest and the A to Z  April writing challenge for the letter “E.

Spring Cleaning #flashfiction

Her head showed a distinct indentation of hammer.

“She will live but she will never be able to use that arm again” the ER doc sighed with relief.

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“Over my dead body …” she shouted

That was the last thing the nosy neighbor heard before she heard the chainsaw whir

“9-1-1 an accident is about to…”

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I’ve been having chainsaw dreams ever since I borrowed my friend’s chainsaw to do some cleanup. So what better way to use 55 words for Friday Flash Fiction. Happy Spring cleaning to all and to Mr G who spring cleans on a Harley