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Flash Fiction: The Wondering Chamber

Time for another Chuck Wendig challenge. This week it’s simple, write a story of up to 1000 words of less that starts with the sentence “The noticed android walks past a wondering chamber.” Of course, I spent a good time mentally outlining a story that featured a wandering chamber. Let’s do this.

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Flash Fiction: Everyone Comes To Tiny’s

It’s been awhile since I’ve taken Chuck Wendig up on one of his challenges, so let’s get back into it.  This week, there are six settings to choose from.  Unlike last time he offered multiple settings, I’m NOT going to do all six.  Just picking one: Tiny’s Taco Hut.

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Flash Fiction: Dinosaur Hall

This week the Chuck Wendig challenge celebrates the release of Dinocalypse Now with the theme of DINOSAURS!  It’s the typical 1000 word cap, must include dinosaurs in one way or another.  Check out the links others are putting up for their stories back at Terrible Minds.

And do check out The Memory Eater on Kickstarter.  Just over a week left, and we’ve still got a march ahead.

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Flash Fiction: Unknown Title

This week’s Chuck Wendig challenge is to click this link, which will generate five random military operation names, then to use one as the title of a story.  As I write this introduction, I’ve yet to hit that link.  Here we go, the results are:

Merciless Demon
Combusting Kafir
Wild Saber
Unindulgent Ogre
Cowboy Griffin

Wow. Um. So here we go I guess.  I’ve decided to cheat and use two.  If you like this or my other flash fiction stories, I have a longer story in the upcoming Memory Eater anthology, currently seeking funds on Kickstarter. Read the rest of this entry »

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Flash Fiction: Death and Bob

Getting back into the Chuck Wendig challenge after a week off.  Today’s theme, Death.

You have 1000 words to write a short story that prominently features death. What that means is up to you, of course. And genre is also in your court.

But a death — or the concept of death, or an exploration of death — must be front and center.

So without further ado, Death and Bob.

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Flash Fiction Week: First Times

I’m doing something a little different this week.  A little more…masochistic.  The current Chuck Wendig challenge is to write a story set in one of five provided settings.  I also tend to max out at five posts a week, so I figured, what the hell?  Why not do all five?  I’ll post them one per day for the rest of the week, in the order provided in the challenge.

Lunar Brothel

Abandoned Amusement Park

The Bottom of the Ocean

Penthouse Apartment during the Apocalypse

Fairy Tale Forest

Am I mad, perhaps, but pushing comfort zones is part of being an author, and trying to write five good flash pieces like this, it’s certainly pushing the comfort zone.

Day Two: Ride the Time Vortex
Day Three: Finding a Way
Day Four: Above it All
Day Five: Among the Trees

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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.

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Flash Fiction: Epithets

Another Friday, and again Chuck Wendig has thrown down the gauntlet.  This week’s challenge:

Go to Your Favorite Music Player. Dig out your digital music collection.

Maybe this is iTunes or Spotify, or use Pandora if you’d rather go that way.

Hit SHUFFLE, then “Play.”

Translation: pull up a random song.

The title to this song is the title to your story.

Use the song for inspiration, too, if you feel so inclined.

My iPod must have known what was up, because I hit the shuffle button and up came the Paul and Storm song “Epithets.”  Target length was 1000 words, but I shot for 500.  The story is after the break.

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Flash fiction: Sandwich Theory

Another Friday, another Chuck Wendig challenge.  This week’s prompt:

You have up to 1000 words to write a story — not a scene, but a story — where a character makes a sandwich. Any kind of character, any kind of sandwich, but the point is to infuse this seemingly mundane act with the magic story-stuff of drama and conflict. Make it the most interesting “person-making-a-sandwich” story you can possibly make it. It needs to grip the testicles. It must twist the nipples. It must not let go.

Check out other sandwich stories over on his blog, and my story after the break.

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Flash fiction: Not An Apology

Another shot at a Chuck Wendig flash fiction challenge.  This week’s challenge is the unlikeable protagonist.  This went to a rather dark place, I’ll give you that warning right now, and I’m not actually sure I got it quite right.

Not An Apology

DL Thurston

I’m not going to say I’m sorry.  I’m not sorry.

I loved you.  If you can’t see that, that’s not my fault.  But you were imperfect, you were flawed.  I fixed that for you.  You had one leg that was just a tiny bit shorter than the other, so I stretched it.  I may have gone too far, as you then had one leg that was just a tiny bit longer than the other.  So I stretched the other.  You stood so much straighter, and didn’t that help the pain in your back?  That you wouldn’t stop complaining about the pain in your legs, that hurt me.

So I did something for your pain.  Did you know that pain isn’t real?  There is nothing in the nervous system that can be identified as pain.  It’s all in the brain.  So I removed that part of your brain.  No more pain, because who would want to feel pain if given the option?  I didn’t realize that you would strain so hard without the pain, I didn’t realize you would twist your own arms far enough to break your bones.  I heard them, and it broke my heart.  I didn’t want you to break them anymore.

Titanium is so strong, so light, so elastic.  That’s why they use it in golf clubs.  That’s why I used it in you.  It won’t bend.  It won’t break.  Bone is so fragile, so unnecessary.  I’m jealous of your new skeleton, I really am.  I would do it myself, if there were anyone else nearly so brilliant as me who could do the surgery.  Isn’t that enough?  To know that I gave you something that I cannot give myself?

But then you cried.

You’re so beautiful.  So very beautiful.  It’s why I loved you so.  But when you cry, it’s hidden.  Your eyes, so clear and blue, become bloodshot and cloudy.  Your skin, so soft and pale, becomes red and puffy.  I don’t think you realized just how ugly crying made you.  I’m sure you wouldn’t have continued if you’d known.  You put me in such a difficult position.  I couldn’t take away your emotions, that just wouldn’t do at all.

Otherwise, how would you love me?

Cauterization was the only option.  You’d have done the same.  If you really sit down and take a moment to think of this all rationally, if you’d stop letting your emotions get in the way.  Shouldn’t you be happy you still have them?  I let you keep them.  You’re welcome.

Every asymmetry I fixed.  Scientists have proven that human concepts of beauty are tied to symmetry.  I moved freckles, I removed moles, did you know your left eye wasn’t quite as blue before I started?  I couldn’t get the teeth right, that’s why I needed to start over from scratch.  I spared no expense.  That’s ivory, the next best thing to your own teeth.  You can keep those.  Consider them my gift to you.  They’re molded to your mouth anyway, they would be of no use to me.

I did this all because I loved you.  But now, I wish I knew how to say this, you’re just not the woman I fell in love with anymore.  What we had was wonderful, and I won’t forget the time you’ve spent with me down here.  I’m not going to mince words, you deserve so much more than that.  I’ve found someone else.  And she’s perfect.

Well.  Nearly perfect.

But I can fix that.

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