Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Flash Fiction No. 57

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Monster Heart

The firelight licked her goose fleshed skin as she lay bare and vulnerable before it. Thoughts chased around her head, skittering down her spine.

“I don’t date vampires,” she murmured.

“Didn’t,” he corrected, dislodging his second boot and watching the play of warm colours across her skin. He paused. He could smell her sweet scents, autumn flowers and fallen leaves, whispering in with the sneaking sliver of fear.

It wasn’t just her blood he wanted. It was her soul willingly given.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Dice Games

I seem to be getting myself into an awful lot of challenges lately. Luckily these aren’t the kind where I have to turn up with a sword and duel…

Although, that would be quite fun.

This isn’t the kind of challenge where I have to dice somebody up with a blade. I don’t even have to dice with death. but the dice will be deciding my fate… or at least the fate of some more flash fiction!

Friday, August 26, 2011

Flash Fiction No. 56

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Death Wish
A continuation of Drink to Death

She smoothed her hand through her wet hair, dried blood clinging to her fingers. Death had healed her wound, but not her heart.

The track clattered overhead. The thing about being a necromancer was that you belonged to death. And nobody killed death’s pets, but death.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Would You Believe It…

@LadyAntimony gave me another blog award over on her blog Thoughts, Musings and Broken Promises! This one is called the Liebster Blog Award.

I’m so glad she chose to give me the award amongst so many other brilliant bloggers and want to thank her such a lot.

And now it is my turn to select some of the excellent bloggers that I know. Sadly, I can’t nominate @LadyAntimony because she nominated me and I’ll try not to nominate the same people as her, too.

So here goes…

Friday, August 19, 2011

Extra Honesty in Poetry

A few weeks back, I showed you a piece of poetry that I’d recently written in the post 6 Weeks Ago…

I’ve been writing a lot of poetry recently around the same sort of subject. It’s not something I do consciously, but it always helps when I have a problem or a trouble that I can’t work through and I need to get out. Unfortunately, I can never seem to get out what I want to say verbally. It only seems to show itself in rhymes and such.

So here it is.

Here are my feelings pulled into words on a page, encased in rhythm and rhyme, twisted into something less complex and confused than half sentences and unfinished words. This is my vulnerability behind the veil. This is my unspoken sensitivity.

This is my honesty.

Flash Fiction No. 55

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Drink to Death

The train rattled overhead like a xylophone spine. She closed her eyes and tightened her fingers around the tattered, cochineal rag.

Excess rainwater collected in a puddle nearby, dripping slow and thick. The sound rippled through her body reminding her. She wet her lips and set her teeth.

Where was he?

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Challenge Complete!

As you are aware, regular readers, I was recently involved in @LadyAntimony’s Seven Days, Seven Virtues blog challenge.

This involved writing very short pieces of fiction on the seven virtues that counteract the seven sins.

There will be another challenge soon, but until then please feel free to revisit any of the past entries. You might also want to join in with the challenges.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Virtuous Flash Fiction: Humility


Seven days...
Seven saintly virtues...

Humility

“It was me,” she lied, not daring to look back.

His face hardened and he rolled up his sleeves. The muscles in his arms flexed, pythons beneath his skin.

Friday, August 12, 2011

Virtuous Flash Fiction: Kindness


Seven days...
Seven saintly virtues...

Kindness

It was the sweetest.

The poison drained from his body, filling her veins and curling through her velvet heart. Colour returned to his face, but her lashes remained shut.

She backed onto her heels, the venom unfurling in her brain. Her breath held, lips tingling.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Virtuous Flash Fiction: Patience


Seven days...
Seven saintly virtues...

Patience

As he took the bullet, centuries passed before his eyes.

His body thumped against the steps, the blood of innocents collecting on the rock from his pouring veins. She kept running.

His sacrifice bled out unnoticed.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Virtuous Flash Fiction: Diligence


Seven days...
Seven saintly virtues...

Diligence

White feathers stumped and painted crimson clung at his weary shoulders and stuck to his blood paddled feet, but still he walked. The small gift was safely cradled in his palms.

Nothing else mattered.

His soles cut to ribbons on the sharp rocks, the precious gift nestled in his hands. It would be delivered.

Tuesday, August 09, 2011

Virtuous Flash Fiction: Charity


Seven days...
Seven saintly virtues...

Charity

She pushed the bowl out on the step and hung back.

Hungry eyes glinted in the darkness, soft whines stripping from his shaggy throat. The little girl unbent her knees. She nudged the dish again.

He watched, then pawed the ground momentarily.

Monday, August 08, 2011

Virtuous Flash Fiction: Temperance


Seven days...
Seven saintly virtues...

Temperance

Gold poured through the cracks, chinking as it hit the floor, growing the yellow mountain at its base. It piled forth, mounting up around his feet.

A slick smile slithered over her lips.

“Take it. Do as I ask.”

Sunday, August 07, 2011

Virtuous Flash Fiction: Chastity


Seven days...
Seven saintly virtues...

Chastity

She cast her eyes downward and tried not to breathe in the delicious syrupy scent. The aroma caught on her lips, teasing her.

Tempting.

He whimpered, sight fastened to the ivory fangs she couldn’t retract. Steel pressed against the desire to gorge herself; the monster inside refused.

Friday, August 05, 2011

Flash Fiction No. 54

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The Choices We Make

“I-I can’t! I can’t!”

The words heaved, shuddered in between panicked sobs.

“Please, no! I-I can’t do it! Please! Pluh-Please!”

They ignored her and put the needle back in her arm. Her veins burned, her muscles coiled in white hot barbs, as she screeched and writhed. Sweat trickled low, collecting in salty droplets on her blistered lips.

Her body stretched and contorted, but still it didn’t work.

Monday, August 01, 2011

6 Weeks Ago…

I wrote this then. I wrote it to get it off my chest when I knew it was too fragile to say out loud and because…



Well, because I’m much better at written words than verbal ones. I can write you a great essay, but I’ll suck at any debate. I can give you my thoughts, but without pen and paper they’re not going to be concise and I’ll forget everything that I need to say.

It doesn’t need much figuring out. I don’t ask you to analyse it. I’m not sure I want you to. But now I feel like sharing. Now I feel, for some reason, that I have to set it free. Maybe it’s supposed to help in some way.

I guess we’ll see.

Versatile? Me?

Well, apparently the lovely Miss Icy Sedgwick thinks so over at her wonderful Blunt Pencil blog as she’s bestowed me with the very sought after Versatile Blogger Award that she also received from others.

I’m incredibly grateful to Icy for the awesome award, which she totally deserves for her brilliant fiction and the thought provoking pieces she writes on her blog. As always, these lovely awards have rules. And what are those rules?

I must share some more fantastic bloggers with you and give you seven sacred* facts about myself.

*not actually sacred; merely previously untold.