Flash Fiction: The Fire of the Gods


Back on the wagon with another Chuck Wendig challenge.  This week:

Your story will be titled: “The Fire of the Gods.”

And that’s it. That’s all I demand of you.

Well, besides the standard parameters, of course. The story must be under 1000 words. Post it at your blog (not in the comments here, or I may delete it), then link back so we can all see it.

However, since I missed last week’s challenge I’m dropping myself a penalty.  Even though it’s past the noon deadline for last week’s I’m going to do both challenges in one.  So here’s last week:

I have, in fact, chosen 20 words.

You must choose 10 of these words and use them throughout your ~1000 word flash fiction story.

Might be tricky, but hey, that’s why this is a challenge and not, say, me tickling your privates with a feather.

The ten words:

Beast, brooch, cape, dinosaur, dove, fever, finger, flea, gate, insult, justice, mattress, moth, paradise, research, scream, seed, sparrow, tornado, university.

There we go.  It’s two Wendig challenges in one maddening story.  Let’s get to it.

The Fire of the Gods

DL Thurston

I walk with death, and hell flows after.

A tornado1 of flame spreads out from each footfall, lightening arches from my fingers2.  I am not merely a man anymore, and how had I never known that being a man was such a slight thing to be?  Now I am a beast3 of the gods, set forth into this world to invoke divine justice4.  For injustices I decide upon.

“Will he be okay?”

I am more than okay now.

“What was he researching5?”

“He wouldn’t tell me?”

I laugh.  The university6 is so far behind me, always was.  They couldn’t understand the kind of power we were unleashing, the holes we were tearing in reality, what would consume us.  Jenkins and Pastersen, they couldn’t handle it.  They crumpled.  They were weak.

“It’s good you brought him.”

“Can you do anything?”

I can do everything.  The world runs in front of me.  Women scream7.  Humanity, they are just fleas8 now, no more relevant to me than the dinosaurs9 are to them.  They are extinct, they just haven’t stopped moving yet.  I will shape this world.  Bring about a new start.

“He’s pretty bad.”

I am good.  I am great.  I am everything.

“I don’t know what he got a dose of.”

“Can he hear us?”

I can hear everything.

“I don’t know.”

“What’s he saying?”

I am incanting a paradise10 for those who can embrace me.  For those who can understand me.  For those who are strong.

“I don’t know.”

But it is tiring work.

“Paul?  Are you in there Paul?”

I am everywhere.  Which is so hard.

“His pulse is getting weak.”

Six days.  God rested after six days.  How did He make it that long.

“We’re losing him.”

No.  I just need to rest.

“I need the cart.  You should go.”

“No.”

“Clear.”

I need to rest.

“Clear.”

I need…

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    #1 by Day Al-Mohamed on March 16, 2012 - 3:30 pm

    Hmmm, I rather like it.

    And by theway yes, Wek of March 12-16…DEAD TO ME!

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      #2 by DLThurston on March 16, 2012 - 7:42 pm

      Absolutely. I think a certain amount of the week I had ended up reflected in this.

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    #3 by Lais on March 16, 2012 - 4:16 pm

    Nice!

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    #4 by R.J.Keith on March 16, 2012 - 6:35 pm

    Great story!

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    #5 by BJ Kerry on March 16, 2012 - 7:28 pm

    That was unexpected.
    Good ending.

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    #6 by RR Kovar on March 16, 2012 - 11:30 pm

    This grabbed me, dragged me in, and did not let go until the last line. I really like the voice.

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    #7 by Chris Mackey on March 17, 2012 - 12:21 pm

    Fuck. Yes.

    I immediately read it again.

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    #8 by Shawn McGee on March 18, 2012 - 4:08 pm

    This was a quick and pleasant read.

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    #9 by Jim Franklin on March 19, 2012 - 10:06 am

    Very nice story and well written.

    Excellent.

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    #10 by Bob Bois on March 22, 2012 - 5:48 pm

    Hey DL,

    Nice story.I found myself wondering if the protagonist had delusions of grandeur, was possessed by Donald Trump or Cthulhu, or just talking smack in the afterlife. Then I realized, the story worked no which way I looked at it. Enjoyable read.
    BB

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    #11 by Lindsay Mawson on March 24, 2012 - 6:34 am

    Very interesting and intriguing. Good job!

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    #12 by Louise Sorensen on March 25, 2012 - 8:59 pm

    Aww. I’m sorry the protagonist didn’t make it.
    Masterfully done.

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