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Friday, September 30, 2016

Today's #flashfiction Little Bo-Wizard

“15 minutes can save you 15 percent or more on your car insurance.”
Andy Warhol* #quote

CJ's coming over this weekend so that'll be radtasticriffic. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

Little Bo-Wizard

Little Bo-Wizard lost her lizard,
And doesn't know where to find him.
Leave a lizard alone and it'll come home,
Wagging its tail behind it.
Years later lizards grow,
A when magical become full on dragons you should know!

Big Bo-Wizard lost her dragon,
And doesn't know where to find him.
Leave a dragon alone and it'll come home,
Carrying a princess with it.


Thursday, September 29, 2016

Today's #flashfiction The Sage On The Mountain

“It's a trap!”
Tiger Woods* #quote

Tacos are very shy creatures. That's because it gets really messy whenever they come out of their shell. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

The Sage On The Mountain

           Once there lived a sage on a mountain. Many came seeking his advice and wisdom. He knew much and often the answer to any question. (He could tap into the secrets of the cosmos like that). He enjoyed helping people for many years. Eventually though he grew tired of it. He still wished to help people but didn't want to do it himself. The Great Laziness of old age hit him. So he used his powers to consult the energies of the cosmos to seek his answer.
           Now when people visit his mountaintop they first run across a computer with satellite Internet connection left there by the sage. In a rock next to the computer the sage carved: “If you cannot find your answer on the Internet, they you may ask me.”

          No one asked him a question again.

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Today's #flashfiction The Dog And The Clock Tower

“A fool and his money are soon parted.”
Mr. T* #quote

Have you ever wondered how high Count Count has ever counted? Anyway onto the flash fiction!

The Dog And The Clock Tower

          In a city stood a massive clock tower in the center of the crossroads and small dog in the center of a nearby backyard. At every hour on the hour the clock tower would go ding and dong so loudly people would swear its bells were made of woven thunder. It only stopped ringing at night when the citizens of the town would begin to wrap themselves in bedsheets and dreams.
           And on those hours when the gigantic clock tower rang the little dog would yip-yip-yip and bark. All because it was protecting the backyard from whatever dog, which is all it could imagine the clock tower to be, from entering. At every hour that the clock tower rang and the little dog barked. The dog it imagined never entered its backyard or home so it figured it protected the house and human family it lived with quite well.
           One day the clock tower broke though. It no longer rang at any hour of the day. The tower was an old relic, over one hundred years old and coming from the cities founding. The tower served as a monument, but it saddened the city when the gears within broke beyond repair and that any attempt to fix them would risk destroying the tower.

           The little dog grew sad as well. It didn't know what a clock tower was. But it missed the other dog that barked every hour on the hour.

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Today's #flashfiction The Man In The Rock Field

“Clothes make the man.”
The Cat in The Hat* #quote
I wonder what the spider version of Twister is like. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Man In The Rock Field

        Once a man sat in an uncomfortable field of rocks with weeks of food and water at his side. People saw this man and asked him why he sat in the field and he said nothing. They thought him crazy, a mute, a sage a monk or something else. Quickly the news caught note of him and the silent man and his phenomenon grew. People joined him and soon the entire field of rocks was filled with people. People fascinated with the man's purpose for being in the uncomfortable field of rocks. Not many people could stay very long in the massively uncomfortable field. They even wondered if he was protesting something and what it was, some even claiming his cause as theirs.

         The man sitting in the field possessed a simple motive for being there. He was a bored prankster and just wanted to trick people into sitting in a field of uncomfortable rocks.  

Monday, September 26, 2016

Today's #flashfiction The Knight Be Nimble

“A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse!”
Caligula* #quote

One old expression is “A penny for your thoughts?”. Shouldn't that expression be constantly changing due to inflation? Anyway onto the flash fiction!


The Knight Be Nimble

The Knight be nimble
The Knight be quick
The Knight jump over
The griffon chick
The Knight continued to kill
All the monsters till
He tried to kill one
And it bit into his bone
The Knight was no longer nimble
The Knight was no longer quick
He couldn't even jump over

A candlestick

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Today's #flashfiction The Games For The Presidency

“Do you pick door number one, door number two, or door number three?”
Saint Peter* #quote

Remember that memories are things that you shouldn't forget. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

The Games For The Presidency


          People may think that the Electoral College system is by the Constitution supposed to run like it does now. But the Constitution doesn't say that the people vote for President and Vice President. The law is that the States pick a system to place their electoral votes for President and Vice President and in the present day they chose the voting system to determine how to cast those valuable votes.
But in the far flung future it is far different...
           Presidential candidate Joe Tallons stared intently into the eyes of candidate Gerald Bellhop. The chairs they sat at were exact replicas. The table completely even. The room equal temperature all around. The game had to be perfectly fair. After all this staring contest was to win the state of Wyoming. Joe felt quite pressured as he lost at marbles over in Arizona but did feel some confidence from his win from the knitting contest over New York. Each game mattered. Each game needed to be tallied. And the candidates would keep playing even after the other one got the majority. It was both required by law and a thing of honor.
          The games for the electoral votes of a state came up as a way to save money on the voting process for the two positions. To please the people they let them pick the games. At first they were serious contests of skills and intelligence, the games became sillier as the people made it a source of amusement that made the most strange things intense. The politicians didn't care. Whatever they thought could get their candidate win. The arrogance of both parties made them both convince themselves the system was in their benefit over the other party. It didn't allow them to dominate the other party consistently but they could crush third parties that didn't assimilate with them by holding massive amounts of “preliminary tournaments” that the smaller parities couldn't keep up with. Other positions of office still operated the same. A presidential candidate trained in identifying flavors of ice cream while a Senator still tried to sway the minds of the people.
          Joe won the staring contest. Another few points for his race.
           The games between candidates Joe and Gerald continued. They came to a swing state. The final one on their race. The rest of the games they played would be just a formality for honor and law. This was the last game that matter. Whichever candidate won this state would win the country and make their party dominate for four years.
            A thumb war in Florida. An odd contest of focus and strength. Both of them readied themselves. Every game was tense. Truly all of the games mattered in some way. But this. The last one. The veins and muscles in their hands tensed. The fate of the country relied on the sways and strikes of their thumbs in this moment. They began.
           Joe went on the offensive. He hopped and bopped Gerald over and over. It caused intense strain along with the psychological element already there. But Gerald took his time. He kept focus. He weaved his thumb. He kept steady. And he brought his thumb down on Joe and applied incredible pressure. He pinned it till time and won the presidency.

        By the way, Gerald Bellhop turned out a good president. Looks like the system worked.  

Saturday, September 24, 2016

Today's #flashfiction The Bigsy-Bitsy Spider

“Please leave a message after the tone.”
Ghostbusters* #quote

If life is a game then how do you tell who's turn it is? Or are there really no turns at all? Anyway onto the flash fiction!


The Bigsy-Bitsy Spider

The Bigsy-bitsy spider
Climbed up the skyscraper
Down came planes
And shot the spider down
Out came the rain
And made the planes land
And the Bigsy-bitsy spider
Climbed up the skyscraper again