Flashathon Hour 10 Prompt: From Nancy Jane Moore


Hard to know what to even say at this point.  I suspect this will be when I hit the moment of just sheer bloody minded determination.  The finish line is in sight, bu there’s still three more hours of writing between us and it.  All I can say is: be strong.  Keep calm.  Carry on.  And DON’T BLINK!

Wait, that’s something else entirely.

This hour we’ve got unannounced surprise inspiration from Nancy Jane Moore, who has recently published an e-book collection of short stories and flash fiction.  So, ya know, no pressure or anything.  Here’s the prompt:

Risk all for a little sun.

That’s a hell of a six words right there, and I must say while setting these up the night before this has me the closest to cheating and working on my story ahead of time.  But I’ll be good and join everyone else when this goes live.  I promise.  So join us in the comments.

Flashes of Illumination by Nancy Jane MooreNancy Jane Moore’s most recent book is Flashes of Illumination, an e-book collection of short-short stories released in August by Book View Café. Her other books include the collection Conscientious Inconsistencies, published by PS Publishing, and the novella Changeling from Aqueduct Press.  Her short fiction has appeared in a number of anthologies and magazines, including  most recently “Gambit” in the military SF anthology No Man’s Land, and stories in Book View Café’s two steampunk anthologies: The Shadow Conspiracy and The Shadow Conspiracy II.  Nancy Jane holds a fourth degree black belt in Aikido. After living for many years in Washington, D.C., she returned to her native Texas in 2008, and now lives in Austin.

Book View Cafe author page: http://www.bookviewcafe.com/index.php/Nancy-Jane-Moore/
Book View Cafe ebook page: http://www.bookviewcafe.com/index.php/Nancy-Jane-Moore/NJM-eBooks/

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    #1 by DLThurston on October 22, 2011 - 9:18 pm

    “I love her.”

    The thing before him, the god before him, looked down a hooked nose at the little man. “You love her.” It was the first time he spoke to the man, the voice was like smoke billowing from a volcano. Hot. Sulfuric. Misty in its way.

    The man looked directly in his eyes. His horrible hard eyes. There was hate in those eyes. There was fatigue in those eyes. They were eyes that had seen everything, cared for none of it. They looked through the man, looked through the world.

    “Yes, my lord.”

    The god sat, unimpressed. He leaned back in his hard stone throne.

    “I’ve come here, haven’t I? I’ve gone through all of your guards, all of your traps, everything meant to keep me from being here. Because yes. I love her. My world is dark without her. She is my light. She is my sun. She is my world.”

    The god nodded. “You would have her back.”

    “If I can. If you would allow it.”

    “You can. If you can trust me. If you can leave this realm without looking for her, she is yours.”

    “My lord?”

    “Go! Do not turn back.”

    The man left. The world around him was a maze of stalactites and stalagmites. Lakes of fire. Lakes of lava. Lakes of water. Lakes of fluids the man didn’t recognize but that stank of piss and death.

    Through it all he walked.

    He would stop. He would not turn back, but he would listen for the soft footfalls he prayed followed his. Was it her? Was it some demon sent to follow him, taunt him, tease and tempt him? He wanted to look, but couldn’t. That was his pact. So he continued on. Towards the spot of light ahead. Not the sun, no. The sun followed him. The light that came from the sky was cold, hard.

    The light grew, he could smell the grass beyond the cave mouth. He could hear cows lowing beyond. He stepped out, kicking a sandal off to feel the grass between his toes, to take a breath of the air. The world felt alive again.

    He turned.

    She stood there, just within the cave. As beautiful as the day he lost her. Her eyes went wide, fear flooded her expressions. She was still within the cave. A great hand grabbed her, dragged her back, pulled her away from him.

    And the world chilled again as he lost his sun.

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    #2 by Jennifer Brinn on October 22, 2011 - 9:28 pm

    Didn’t use the prompt. But I had a really good idea that needed working on. Wow, getting tired!

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    #3 by N.R. Brown on October 22, 2011 - 9:33 pm

    Story removed per author’s request.

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    #4 by Day Al-Mohamed on October 22, 2011 - 10:12 pm

    Story removed per author’s request.

    (Yup, out of time and out of creativity, though suicidal vampires is at least mildly intriguing, but it’s a beginning and still a part of flashathon)

(will not be published)


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