#SwiftFicFriday – Week 121 Prompt

#SwiftFicFriday – Week 121 Prompt

Welcome to the new and improved flash fiction writing prompt series – #SwiftFicFriday!

I’ve changed the rules, so if you didn’t see my tweet, check them out!

The gist:

  • You have THREE DAYS (AM Friday-PM Sunday on the east coast) to submit your entry.
  • Include social media links/handles/anything you want to promote (Twitter, FB, etc) & word count in the comment with your submission.
  • Submission must be between 150-300 words.
  • All stories are property of the authors.
  • Winner will be determined via reader votes on Mondays.

Ready, set, write!

Prompt: Let’s do another song! This one used to be a part of my regular rotation, and has recently made its way back in. You know the drill. Write a piece inspired by the music – be it vibes, lyrics, or whatever about the song that strikes your fancy.

Happy writing!

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7 thoughts on “#SwiftFicFriday – Week 121 Prompt

  1. The Naked and The Infamous

    “I cannot stand this stupidity, Boris. We must say something.”
    “You fool. Truth is not a ruble we can afford to spend. There is no percentage in offering it. He would easily…EASILY…pull out your tongue and feed it to his horse. So do your job. Wake him, Dress him, should he permit, and stay silent.”
    Boris is right of course. I will heed his words. The Master brooks no facts, no opinions. Nothing but his truth.
    His dreams.
    His delusions.
    I worry that someday I may misspeak, utter a comment that should not even be thought.
    I can not think in his presence.
    I am an automaton.
    I have my function.
    My duty is to him.
    And to my family.
    I need to survive.
    This is so wearying.
    I enter his chamber.
    He snores like the rumbling Donetsk coal trains of my youth.
    Perhaps they still run.
    Or did until…best not dwell on that.
    He has tossed his blankets off onto the carpet in the night.
    Tossing!
    Turning!
    He does not sleep well.
    I think that but I do not know.
    The truth is I like to think that he struggles in the night. If I were him I would.
    The truth is also that I am not like him.
    And I do not sleep well.
    My body aches with the pressure to survive, to keep secrets, to not think, to not make any mistakes, especially near him.
    He is well preserved. His skin almost glistens.
    He’s stirring.
    His eyes open.
    He sees me.
    He glances towards the heavy curtains.
    I open them.
    The sun pours in.
    He glows in its brilliance.
    I cower in my cowardly shame.

    283 words including title
    @billmelaterplea
    http://www.engleson.ca

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  2. The pervasive bass beat of music as grungy as the ill-lit clothing outlet made Kerri’s jaw clench. Oppressive commodified darkness made her skin crawl, and she lived in a literal haunted house! It was the last place she would ever expect herself.

    “Do you want the hat or the hoodie?” Kerri returned to Mirro in the dressing room.

    “Oh, the hat looks lovely!”

    Kerri couldn’t agree. She didn’t understand the appeal of black clothes. That was the point.

    “Okay, make sure to tuck your hair up into it,” Kerri handed the newsboy cap to her friend. “We’re going to… pass for boys.”

    Just saying it turned her stomach. But if she was going to save her best friend from her future self, Kerri needed to not be herself. The girls pulled on dark jeans, Kerri’s black hoodie did nothing for her figure, and she’d never even heard of the band on Mirro’s shirt. Kerri pulled up her hood with a heavy sigh, and both girls donned dark glasses.

    Kerri already missed their regular clothes in the bottom of her new backpack. On their way to the checkout counter, Kerri’s heart stopped.

    “Mirro, when you said we should split up… Was it because anything I do, future me will remember?”

    “No, why?”

    Kerri rooted halfway between the dressing rooms and the cashier. Her adult self stood outside the store looking gorgeous in the afternoon sun. How could she have been so stupid? Fighting someone who turned Mirro mortal was daunting enough, but how could she ever outmaneuver her future self?

    “Oh, there you are,” Mirro lilted airily. “What will we do?”

    Okay. Don’t panic. Just keep moving. Check out quietly and calmly. Was there a back way out?

    Did she say any of that out loud? Why wasn’t she moving?

    299 Kerri’s Creatures words
    @DavidALudwig

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  3. The woman who had been running through the forest had killed that woman. For no reason, and with no warning.

    Rose floated to the ground, then walked toward the fresh grave. She held the hands of both the girl and the boy, and cried with them. She knew it was their mother buried in that grave. “I will come back here every year. To check on you.”

    She floated above the ground, whispered, “Roses,” and the wild magic responded, and grew roses where the headstone of the grave would have been. The roses bloomed deep velvet red, and snow white.

    Next, Rose found their garden, with corn, tomatoes, beans, and a few other vegetables growing. It was a major source of their food, along with milk from the cow, and eggs from the chickens, and whatever they could find in the forest. “Grow and protect,” she whispered, and again the wild magic responded.

    When Rose left, she knew the wild magic would keep that garden growing, year after year, and would keep those roses as a marker for their mothers grave.

    Once the family was well cared for, she started back into the forest, to resume her journey to the ocean, to visit Sword. There was no explanation for what the woman had done. Rose remembered the words of the woman. “I have to escape! They’ll kill me! If they find me, they’ll kill me!” But no one was following her. No one had ever followed her. The woman was running from nothing. Terrified of nothing. Escaping from nothing. Rose wondered if she’d killed other people.

    All that woman did was run, and run, and run, and kill for no reason. Rose did not know what to do.

    That’s when she heard the sound of metal torn asunder.

    “Merlin!”

    300 Words
    @mysoulstears

    #SwiftFicFriday Week 121 : And I Run And I Run And I Run…

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  4. As Marcus drifted in the velvety darkness, a low hum tugged at the edge of his awareness. He knew he should recognize it, but it seemed like so much effort. Marcus didn’t know how long he’d been drifting, or how long he’d been hearing the humming.

    At some point, the humming shifted into a higher frequency. Again, it nagged at him. Marcus drifted closer to the humming. Soon, he felt a weight pulling him down. Voices found their way through the darkness. It took him a moment to connect the weight he noticed was his own body.

    Marcus opened his eyes, blinking in the harsh light of the ship’s flight deck. He’d been hearing the ship’s engines.

    “Marcus! What the hell did you do?” Captain Williams shouted.

    He looked around, blinking uncertainly in the bright light. “What did I do?”

    “You locked us on a trajectory straight into the wormhole.” Anger forced the captain’s words into a clipped staccato.

    Marcus checked his panels, seeing the truth there. “I don’t remember doing that.”

    The flight deck went silent. Marcus looked around at the others, who all stared at him, a range of expressions from stunned to horrified on their faces.

    “You’ve sent us all into who knows where and you don’t remember?”

    He looked at his controls and back at Captain Williams. “No, ma’am, I swear I don’t remember this at all.”

    Captain Williams was about to respond when Inish, the ship’s science officer, interrupted. “Ma’am, TR-2817 just sent out some massive solar ejections, and the core is destabilizing further. We need to leave before it collapses into a supernova.”

    All eyes fixed back on Marcus as Captain Williams spoke. “I don’t know if it’s prescience or sheer dumb luck, Marcus, but that wormhole may now be our only hope.”

    299 words
    @dontpanic2011

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