Today's #flashfiction #ALessonInValue

“404 Page Not Found.”

Tron* #quote

       Tomorrow I'll be heading to my costuming club and bringing my father's armor. He was in one of those mock sword fighting organizations when he was younger. It won't be my father's full suit of armor since I won't bring the entire suit(the thing is heavy) unless they all tell me they tell me they want to see it. I figured the club would want to see it for work on any of their armor they do for costumes.

        It's always fun to clank. Clank, clank, clank. I'll only be wearing the helmet, gauntlets and neck piece so I'm not sure how much clanking that'll get me haha. Oh, and it seems I haven't had increased seizures due to my exercise regiment of walking through the house for a few hours, so that means it isn't too stressful on my body. That's good news. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

A Lesson In Value

       “Daddy, why is gold so expensive?” A child asked his father with that curious expression that children are both famous and infamous for.

        The father looked at his son, and after a brief moment of thought, and gave him the simplest answer he could think of. “Gold is rare. Things that are rarer are more valuable because there is less of it around.”

        “Okay, I think I get it.”

         A few hours later the child held up to his father a sock that he glued various objects onto, including paper clips, and those little cute, wiggly, plastic eyes. Staples along with tape was also on the sock. Various items covered the messy thing.

        “I'll take one million dollars for my Dodadthingie!” the child told his father with a smile.

         “What?” His father asked, perplexed.

        “You told me that things are more expensive the rarer they are. There is only one Dodadthingie in the world. So it should be worth lots of money!”

        The father sighed. “Okay, maybe I didn't explain it properly...”

Today's #flashfiction #ThePsychicSocialNetwork

“Ticket please.”

St. Peter* #quote

       Today I went to a card game tournament and then another normal card game afterward(Tournaments are more structured, the normal thing is more casual play without pre-set matches). It was a lot of fun, but I'm a little tired so I got a smidgen of writer's block and couldn't crank out something new, so instead I dove deep into the archives of the blog to give you a story from quite awhile ago that you probably won't remember so you can enjoy it all over again. Or enjoy for the first time if you're newer haha.

      Anyway onto the flash fiction!

The Psychic-Social Network

       “Hello!” A man wearing trendy clothes said from the start of a tv commercial. Millions of people had already seen this man's face as this commercial had been aired during hundreds of different tv shows and on tons of additional websites. He had even been shown during the one hundredth super bowl. “In this age of psychic technology, where everyone has cybernetic communication implants in their head, you can't ignore the potential of this technology.” The man then turned to a woman next to him in the commercial, “Now tell me, how do you usually share psychically share a thought with a friend?”

      The woman then responded, “Well I think of that person, then the thought, then it transfers.”

      “And isn't that such a bother?” he said to her. “Well me and my friends at The Psychic-Social Network have come up with the perfect psychic social networking tool. What you do is sign up for our service. And once you have an account you can choose to connect to other people to send or receive thoughts from them automatically without thinking about it. All you have to do is use our site to register them. You can do hundreds or even thousands of people. Celebrities are on our service so you can know what they're thinking. Of course there are filters so you can choose what kind of thoughts you send and receive in regards to which kinds of people. In fact I just got a thought right now from famous actor,” the host of the commercial paused to put as much emphasis as possible on the licensed cameo name, “JACOB SMITHSON WOODS” he then took another pause to let the popular name sink into the audience's brain, “About how excited he was about his next upcoming movie 'Attack of the Killer Tanks From Space'. And if you sign up for our service today you'll probably be able to psychically link up to him and receive some of his thoughts.” 

      That was true that on the service you could sign up and receive his thoughts. Though he largely filtered most of them so that his 'fans' would mostly just get absurdly vague things or happy, mundane things about how happy he was about the weather. If all of his thought filters were down then the fans signed up for the service would get his depressed thoughts about his drug problem that was currently hidden from the media.

         “Is there more?” the woman asked the host.

         The host smiled, “Yes! On our website each user gets their own customizable Memory Page! Here they can upload their picture and their memories straight from their brain to keep and share with everyone they want to! They can choose specific people, certain categories of people or just keep it to themselves. Oh and of course,” the host paused, “JACOB SMITHSON WOODS, has his own memory page where he put tons of memories for everyone who signs up for the service to see. All someone has to do to experience a memory from that persons perspective is to go sign into our service then click on it and it will download straight into their brain. It's so simple.”

“So sign up today!” the woman in the ad said as the website url appeared at the bottom of the television screen.

Today's #flashfiction #NecromancersCat

“What's his batting average?”

Batman* #quote

      Today we celebrated my bro's birthday, I got him a Darth Vader Pez Dispenser that plays Star Wars music when you open it along with a custom printed t-shirt(y-know those shirts you can ask for them to print an image and text on it) where it says “I'm not that kind of Doctor” and it has a picture of a witchdoctor. He's a scientist with a doctorate in Material Engineering so yeah that's the joke there. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

Necromancer's Cat

       My name is Daroni and I am a great necromancer, master of life and death. And I hear about this scientist who talks about a cat that is both dead and alive. Naturally being interesting in zombies and like I visit the man in the summer of 1936, a little while after he started talking about the idea. I didn't want to miss it after all.

       I talked to the man and my expectations were dashed. I expected someone far more vile and wicked. A scientist who dabbled in the dark arts of some sort or the other. Whether using magic along with his science or going straight like my old friend Frankenstein, (The author never did add “based on a true story” to the book) he should have been a different scientist than what I saw.

       And his cat that was neither alive nor dead...a disappointment. It didn't even exist. I wanted a new kind of zombie. Zombies are normally dead turned into reanimated life. Not both dead and alive a kind of existence which could have granted immense powers.

      No the cat this scientist gave me, this worthless Dr. Schrödinger, simply was an idea. Some sort of discussion point for quantum physics talking about radioactive particles. A waste of a good necromancer's time.

     Though now I can't stop thinking about it. Whether the cat is dead or alive. Stupid science.

Today's #flashfiction #TheGrassIsGreenerOnTheOtherSideOfThePersonality

“I forgot.”

Data, Star Trek*

       Today I went to one of my fun school clubs. Tomorrow my brother comes over to celebrate his birthday and we head out to The David Lambert Memorial Salmon Dinner, a Lion's Club event. It's dedicated to my grandfather one of the greatest people I have ever known. Now onto the flash fiction!

The Grass Is Greener On The Other Side Of The Personality

       Dumb, ugly ol' Adam they called me. Well I found a genie got myself a wish. I knew what I wanted. I wasn't going to be dumb or ugly anymore. Or afraid of nothing. I'm also going to like different things too. Like what all the cool people like. What the strong people like, what the good looking celebrities like. I'm going to make myself the best mix of all the traits of all the best people. Like some sort of perfect person soup!

        Genie grant me my wish alright!?

        And so he did. I'm everything I wished I would be. That genie looks at me with a smile though. He's already seeing my second thoughts. I do miss my previous self. All my memories and life are built around that. I can tell he expects me to use the remaining wishes to undo this wish. I suppose most people who find a genie make unwise wishes and undo them.

      That old personality and all its memories nag at me, but being perfect is a blessing beyond compare. I may have to spend the rest of my days fighting the urge to wish back my old, natural self. But when you have perfection, it may just be worth it. At least I am no longer Adam the dumb and ugly.

Today's #flashfiction #LifeOfACharacter

“It's not easy being green.”

Bruce Banner* #quote

         Today I started on trying to get into the habit of walking around the house while playing my hand held video games. I hoping that this can turn into extra exercise if I do it for long enough periods. (Play games for a few hours, walk for a few hours). My only concern is that my seizures would increase if I do it too much. That's always my concern when doing physical activity. My medication has changed since the last time I had a bunch of seizures after exercise and the exercise was more arduous than this so I think I will be fine.

Anyway onto the flash fiction!

Life Of A Character

     A writer created a character for their next book. Tim, he would have blonde hair and blue eyes, ride a bike and be an accountant. He would lead a calm life but be wrapped up in a murder mystery where he would meet the love of his life.

     Nah, the writer decided that Tim would instead have brown hair then would prefer a motorcycle and would be a pro-wrestler. He would be hardcore and become a superhero and would meet the love of his life.

     Nah, the writer decided that Tim would have black hair but also have brown eyes too and go around in a limo and be a rich investor. He would run a private detective agency and he would meet the love of his life.

      Nah, the writer decided he would have brown hair and green eyes and be a wizard-scientist inventor. He would meet the love of his life they would be transported off to another world to have crazy adventures together by one of his inventions. With this version the writer wrote the book.

      In the end Tim would act out the romance and adventure plot of the book like any good character would, but he wasn't the same Tim first born to live in the book. That's what happens with characters, many version are born, but then many die and few live to reach the pages.

Today's #flashfiction #AFallingStar

“I'm not sure if this is my color.”

Gandalf the White*

Anyway onto the flash fiction!

A Falling Star

         Wobble, wubble, wobble, wubble. While I float through space those are the sounds I imagine myself making if I could make sounds in this void. I broke off a moon some time before and now I just keep going and going. An object in motion tends to stay in motion. And stays and stays.

         Wobble, wubble, wobble, wubble.

          The stars are so beautiful and bright. I can feel their gravity tugging at me. Star after star tugs at me. I want to fall into one and become bright like it, I don't feel very happy being just a dull rock in space. But since so many stars are pulling at me I never fall into any particular one. I want to be bright.

        Wobble, wubble, wobble, wubble.

       After many eons of floating I see something bright that isn't a star. It's blue. A planet? But it has patterns unlike any other planet I've seen. It has such wonderful white spots on it. Bright white. I can feel the tug of its gravity.

        Wobble, wubble, wobble, wubble.

        I thought that the sun of this solar system would take me. But I assumed incorrectly. This planet came close and snatched me up. I loved its bright blue and white colors though. And I started to feel bright and hot. This planet had an atmosphere didn't it? I must be burning up. That meant that I would light up like all the stars I'd seen. I would no longer be going wobble, wubble, wobble, wubble.

       I would be bright, I would shine and any sound I could make would be a wonderful lively roar as I burned away and fell into that atmosphere.

Today's #flashfiction #TheProphetClub

“Honey I'm home!”

Winnie the Pooh* #quote

       Today I built a deck for a upcoming pokemon tournament that I may go to and went to my costuming club. The costuming club covered using Pepakura, a sort of 3D paper program that prints out patterns for you use. (For example someone could in the program, create a 3D image and then it could print out on a piece of paper the parts you could cut out, fold and glue together to make the image). It's useful for making costumes because if you make a 3D paper model you can then use that to put plastic resin or other things on to make the actual costume.

       Anyway onto the flash fiction!

The Prophet Club

       A few prophets were hanging out in a psychic club hidden away in the back of some bar in New York. The club included some very high class, well-know figures...even the ghost of Nostradamus showed up. So did Tim the Moneyman. He knew about and invested on the patterns of the housing speculation and collapse. Don't know Tim? These are well known figures in the prophesying world, they usually don't let in the common folk. They figured awhile back they'd be discriminated against. Special powers did have a record of getting you stoned to death.

       Hansel the Great said to Nostradamus, “Hey Mr. Vague you wanna tell us who's gonna win the next football game? I'd like to place a bet.”

      The ghost replied in offense, “I kept my predictions so that many cultures would be able to apply my knowledge to their time. I saw patterns, not absolutes.”

       Hansel laughed. “Oh, you don't want to admit that you're just old blood when powers were developing. Or maybe the malnutrition back then made your visions so bad.”

       Tim the Moneyman grumbled, “Why do you have to bully the old ghost? I swear half the time I feel guilty eating in front of him since he can't do it anymore. Poor guy hasn't even eaten a burger.”

       Ronald the Spoiler asked everyone, “Hey want to know what happens in the new movie? It's totally cool.”

       “No!” All the prophets in the club said, many more than just Hansel, Tim and Nostradamus. Ronald's visions only involved movies so he felt left out since nobody wanted to hear the ending ahead of time.

       Nostradamus shrugged his ethereal shoulders. “You know Hansel I bet I can give a prediction that is totally accurate and will come true no matter what. It won't be vague at all.”

      Hansel smirked. “Baloney old timer. You bet? How about this, if you can make the prediction I'll put a picture of you in my living room for a year. If you can't you'll admit that your a fraud whose predictions are nothing but vague ramblings.”

       “Deal.” Nostradamus smiled with the misty teeth of his ghost body and told her, “My prediction is that ten seconds will pass.”

       And so ten seconds did pass. And more seconds after that. After all time keeps flowing, and in that following time a picture of Nostradamus was hung in Hansel's living room.

Today's #flashfiction #TheSacrificalRitual

“No, I am Spartacus!”

What's My Line?* #quote

      This Sunday I'm thinking of going to a card game tournament. For tomorrow I've got my costuming club thing. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

The Sacrificial Ritual

      The necromancers are wizards of the darkest of magic. They have a fuel for their magic. Blood and screams mixed with corpses and souls. The vile necromancer Frahri gathered this all up in his dungeon to bring whatever he desired to him. The poor people he captured for his ingredients looked on as he lit candles for his ritual. As he cast his spell the flame of his candles turned from red to blue to black then vanished and the necromancer got what he desired.

       A brand new flat screen TV. Frahri figured if he could he use the dark arts to get it, then he would, he bothered selling his soul and mastering all this magic after all. Next would come the DVD player and all the seasons of Wizard Idol.

Today's #flashfiction #TheRealLobbyists

“Don't share your personal information online.”

Rumpelstiltskin* #quote

     Today I went to my second card game thing of the weekend. I also discovered who discovered fire. Fortunately he's not collecting royalties.

The Real Lobbyists

       The politician's secretary always wondered who her boss talked to during those locked door meetings. They arrived before she did on certain dates and left at her lunch breaks. She never got to see them unlike nearly every other lobbyist. She was surprised that the politician would trust her with the identities of his other backroom dealings but not these ones. Who could it possibly be? According to the donations they were just housing contributors in the campaign.

       Over time her curiosity took over and she took a peek quietly and saw her boss talking to the most bizarre thing. Something she couldn't even believe was talking. A cluster of actual cockroaches spoke her boss with demands.

       “In order to get our contributions you have to make sure the building laws fit our specifications as usual. They need to be livable and traversable by us. We have new designs that we will be sending to your personal email.” The cockroach noticed the secretary. “Who is that?”

       “My secretary,” the politician replied.

       “She knows too much.” The cockroach told him. The next morning the secretary would be found dead for her curiosity into the dark world of politics.

Today's #flashfiction #TheTimeWizard

“Pull my finger.”

Miss Manners* #quote

       Today I went to my card game thing and also went shopping with my parents for clothing for my brother's wedding. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

The Time Wizard

       A man told people that he was a wizard and that by stepping into his magic room that they would travel into the future. People paid the man and entered his magic black room where all the lights were off and speakers played a relaxing tune, and lo and behold as advertised they arrived two hours ahead in the future.

       The man enjoyed his profits. Really there was nothing special about his room except for the special effect that the lack of light and the tune made two hours feel like five minutes. But he felt content selling it as magic nonetheless.

      One day an actual wizard came along and went into the room. The man didn't know as the wizard wore normal clothes. He experienced it and came out. The man was baffled when he saw his customer pull out a strange, green pebble.

     “It should be glowing if you used any actual magic. I am not amused.” The wizard promptly sent the man into the future to a not-to-pleasant time where aliens invaded and enslaved humanity. He'd bring him back in a few weeks.

Today's #flashfiction #GearFestival

“Nobody respects my privacy.”

The Loch Ness Monster* #quote

      Went to a dinner for my grandmother's birthday today. Lot's of fun was had and it was most joyous! Anyway onto the flash fiction!

Gear Festival

        The stereos all around the festival played music from the eras of our kind and the eras of the fleshed ones. Booths selling various traditional festival knickknacks scattered themselves through the massive park. From the trees, plants, statues and whatever else hung gears from strings. Every year for the gear festival children would hang the gears from strings like this to show how thankful we were for all the gears inside of us. They would also gather them up to be used next year after festival day and learn how to clean and prevent them from rusting. An educational school project. Schools around the country would do this. I wondered if other countries did similar things for their festivals.

        “I know a good view for the fireworks,” I told my girlfriend. I grabbed her arm. My steel fingers wrapped around hers and my sensors could feel the wonderful, relaxing cold between us. I led her to a calm place next to the lake in the park and under a massive tree. Thousands of gears hung from tree's branches and where I had us sit the full moon could be seen among the sea of stars beyond the sea of hanging gears.

         When her eyes met mine, and all the thousands of cameras inside of them lined up, I could feel our computations synching up. “This is a wonderful view.” She told me.

        I then replied, “There was something besides the fireworks I wanted you to see.” From my pocket I pulled out a titanium gear. “Will you take this gear and me with it?” If she said yes, she agreed to have that gear placed within her body, to be a part of her, and we would marry.

       “Yes,” She said and hugged me.

Today's #flashfiction #DoctorHansensJob

“This message will self-destruct.”

Casino Royale* #quote

Today I solved the riddle of why the chicken crossed the road. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

Doctor Hansen's Job

        Playing God is just a simple part of my job description. Along with my coworkers in a secret facility we all play it together. But I play a few other roles. My I.D. reads Doctor Hansen, Geneticist #405 and Specimen Handler. The title of “specimen handler” is one that bestows a role of parenthood to the beings we create here.

        Those things including intelligent life for various purposes. The next model soldier, slave, pet, or whatever is needed in the market is made here. I've raised many species with their artificially short lifespans so they may never compete with humans. It is a fulfilling job to raise them when they aren't in the open world behaving as the developers in the world force them to. As the laws forcing them under humans make them.

Being both a father of these creatures and the God that created them is not the only thing that my job entails. “specimen handler” forces my hand into do one last thing. Something that fits the role of a heartless God but not that of a loving father.

       When a created creature becomes unsuccessful as a project I am the one who pulls it into the white room. A very depressing white room where I look into whatever kind of eyes it has, mutated however I made them. And then I kill them.

        I've always assumed my bosses force me to do this so I don't fall in love with my creations. So I don't care about them. After all, if I kill them regularly I couldn't pity them, I'd view them as disposable. That must have been their logic. Otherwise they would have made someone less important than a scientist with high pay spend the time to execute.

       But that failed. I still loved all my creations and cared for them. Every killing tore my own heart apart. I kept making creatures for years and killing every “unsuccessful” one that didn't live up to my employer's expectations.

      Personally I found my most successful creation to be the one that escaped from the facility to live on its own.

Today's #flashfiction #MissionDisappointing

“Rules were meant to be broken.”

Jiminy Cricket* #quote

Today I learned something. Isn't that interesting? Anyway onto the flash fiction!

Mission Disappointing

       Agent Codename here. At least that's what you can call me. Even if I gave you my codename I'd have to kill you. Or at least give you a very stern warning not to tell anyone. I've come to tell you that even in the world of spies there are moments of vast disappointment. Not tragedy per say. But the kind of disappointment that you get when you were young thinking you were going to get that Christmas gift you always wanted and got clothes instead. That mundane, basic, “let down” feeling.

      Though the situation I ran into ran more along the lines of the normal persons disappointment of when they thought for sure that promotion would be given to them and it was dashed away. That kind of heavy disappointment where your heart hangs high in anticipation then falls low in your gut. That exists in the spy world.

       One day an order came to me that I would be delivering an item to a top secret location. My mind anticipated that I would be carrying contraband for the sake of the country, something dangerous like nuclear bomb components, and that the fate of the world would hang in the balance. That I would save everyone as   I, a spy and super secret agent should. This was the glorious order from higher up I deserved.

Nope. They needed me to help deliver a new coffee machine. The only reason they needed a secret agent is because the location was secret. Maybe I'll save the world later...

Today's #flashfiction #AntsAunt

“Don't sweat the little details.”

Gulliver's Travels* #quote

      Today I went to the costuming club. I think I'll be attending it when I can. I learned some things that may help with the costume father and I are working on. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

Ant's Aunt

      Family relations are quite the terrible thing to some insects. One little ant named Sally(Her true name a bunch of ant pheromones, but we'll translate it as that) learned that one day when she saw the feud begin between her mother and her aunt. Though the mother and aunt never met and merely laid eggs. Two rival queens each born at a colony far away now made theirs close to each other.

      Sally saw the two colonies fight over food. Her sisters would kill her cousins. So much death, but that is the way of ants and the survival of the fittest. The fighting saw an end though when a strange natural disaster came in. Sally didn't know what a bulldozer was but a human home replaced the other colony and now created a new source of food as well. Later they would deal with poisons and traps, but the immediate threat of the ant's aunt to the ant was gone.

      As generations went on, humans or no humans in the area, ants would spread. Queens would make their colonies and little ants like Sally would have to deal with their aunts and cousins for the scraps of food the world would offer them.

Today's #flashfiction #ComputerComputer

“The world will know that free men stood against a tyrant, that few stood against many, and before this battle was over, even a god-king can bleed.”

March of the Penguins* #quote

Tomorrow I think I'll be going to that costuming club at the school, so much fun may be had. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

Computer, Computer

       “Computer, computer in my lab...who's the smartest of them all?” asked the mad scientist.

       “Why you are the smartest of them all.” The artificial intelligence inside responded. Even with his madness the scientist was the smartest of them all.

        “Computer, computer in my lab...who's the smartest of them all?” he kept asking everyday.

        “Why you are the smartest of them all.” The artificial intelligence inside responded back in turn.

But years passed and something changed.

       “Computer, computer in my lab...who's the smartest of them all?” he asked one day.

       “Raine Black is the smartest of them all.”

        The egotistical mad scientist freaked and looked up who such a person was. A young girl, rocketing through college. Just as smart as he is but without madness or ego to hold her back.

        The mad scientist decided he needed to get rid of competition in order to sleep well at night and approached her one day with poisoned coffee. Raine Black was too smart to fall for such a trick and soon the scientist was in prison for attempted murder and Raine Black lived happily ever after with the seven short robots she built and charming man who woke her up in class one day.

Today's #flashfiction #Lineage

“A fool and his money are soon parted.”

Mr. T* #quote

       Cj came over as was planned and much fun is being had. Huzzah and yay and woot and all that. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

Lineage

       The volcanoes covering the Earth and spout out heat and destruction so often it seemed like the Earth breathed fire. So many things had been churned and stewed into the atmosphere the Sun glowed less brightly through the sky than it does today. This Fire Age happened billions of years ago and the tormenting environment would be a quick death for most modern creatures.

       But in the Fire Age appeared something, or someone depending on how you think of things, very special. Archeological records show that this is when this someone appeared. The exact reasoning why God would pick such a violent era for this someone to appear into existence is something that only He may ever know.

       The someone, or something depending on how you think of things, is our great-great-great-times-so-many-you-could-never-count ancestor. A little bacteria that who's evolution would lead to you, your family, your friends, neighbors, the birds singing in the trees, the trees, the grass, the worms, the dogs, the cats, and everything else. His story happened in the Fire Age, where he lived and multiplied to create the start of his lineage and legacy. Like him, our story will happen in our age and we'll make our lineage and legacy.

Today's #flashfiction #MindAltering

“It's driving me absolutely batty!”

Van Helsing* #quote

CJ is coming over today so much fun will be had. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

Mind-Altering

         In order to do my job I have to mind-alter more than the average person. Much more. It gets expensive but I feel proud I do the work I do. After all, I help the poor souls that cannot mind-alter themselves.

       I made the decision to take up my job after I asked my parents something when I was very young.

      “Gregory,” my mother said to me, “The reason the boy keeps crying about his dead dog is because he can't mind-alter himself to forget about it like you or me. He can't erase or diminish sad thoughts or make up fun fantasy memories and simulations like us. He didn't have the chip implanted in his brain to do it when he was a baby.”

       I chose to never get rid of that memory of the boy mourning his dog. And nobody can force another to mind-alter with the chip. A dictator tried that but it is something the brain and chip does together.   So mind-alteration is a wonderful thing. A person can chose to erase sadness or create the most wonderful of memories. Except for some. And I help those people as a therapist. I pay for a lot of mind-altering myself to deal with hearing all their sad memories. Dealing with sadness is not something people deal with in our society. Or I simulate the memories they have to go through what they went through to better empathize with them.

      Therapists for those who cannot mind-alter is an occupation because those who can mind-alter do not want to normally speak with people who carry around sad memories. They feel like sad memories that aren't kept on purpose must be rotten and plague-like. It is law that chip-less people see at least one therapist.

I remember someone saying, “I cleaned up my brain, why should I let them dirty it up?”

      Over the years of doing therapy my methods changed. I used to mind-alter a great deal. Wiping things I heard away because I didn't want to remember the sadness they told me about. Eventually though I started experimenting with emotions. I started to keep them over time. And my own emotions as well. I began to wipe my mind only to keep the confidentiality of my patient's stories if they chose it.

I started to feel emotions over time like those people. It was hard. A trial harder than anything else I did. It felt good to keep all emotions over time though. To be unfiltered. Like my patients.

       The law made the chip-less people see someone like me as a therapist to reveal their emotions to. I found someone to reveal my emotions to when I decided to embrace them, someone better than a therapist, a wife. We met in a bar when she noticed I looked sad, “A rare gift in this world of mind-alteration.” She had a chip and made the same choice as I did to embrace all emotion instead of locking what we didn't like away.

      Our marriage was a long, beautiful, and emotional one, full with all the memories life gave us.

Today's #flashfiction #WallacesStrangeMeeting

“The early bird gets the worm.”

Ra* #quote

          Tomorrow CJ may be coming over. Also pirates may be giving me the secret to accelerating scurvy then too. Can you guess which one I'm most excited about? Anyway onto the flash fiction!

Wallace's Strange Meeting

        “My associates, going to make a lot of money today.” Wallace sat in the meeting room in his normal suit and tie but blood covered his hands and face in strange patterns. The table as well. The other executives could see that the patterns made symbols and letters all over their normally clean and sanitized meeting room. Pages from religious texts were torn apart and nailed to the walls. An array of bones lay scattered on the table. “Don't worry, they're all animal parts.”

       No one wanted to sit down. But Wallace owned a massive amount of shares. The way company politics worked he could probably work to get any one of the fired. His statements of it all being animal parts and their desire for their livelihoods made them sit down.

       One person spoke up, “Is this some kind of team building prank? It's not funny.”

Wallace laughed. “No, I'm making the company money. Lot's of money. I wouldn't spend years on some prank. This is the summoning array necessary for the ritual to bring our new client forth. And also to alter our product for his use.”

       Samantha, the head of public relations stood up from her chair, “New client? I don't care how much pull you have in this company! This is crazy! What kind of lunatic are you? Yesterday I thought you were a normal, stable, man.”

       “He's here,” Wallace said simply, as if Samantha never spoke.

        A flash of black fire erupted in the room and out of it stepped a bald man with large fangs wearing a long, trailing black coat.

        “Hello Wallace, it's good to speak to you in person than over the phone. I hope that you sell us as good a specialized product as other human companies can.”

         Wallace smiled. “Our developers are as sharp as the fangs in your mouth Sir. Our sunscreen company will now be producing a vampire friendly brand. No more bursting into flame for you.”

         “Good.” The vampire summoned a briefcase from black fire. He opened it on the table to reveal it was filled with cash. “I'm already ready to make a bulk purchase.”

Today's #flashfiction #IllHaveAMovieWithEverythingOnIt

“Rules were meant to be broken.”

Isaac Asimov* #quote

Today Jessica will be coming over. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

I'll Have A Movie With Everything On It

        An ambitious movie producer dismissed the phrase “You can't please everyone.” and decided he would fund a movie that would everything he could fit in it. Like an over-stuffed burger he delivered it to world. Audiences were blown away. The following movie climax is when some would even claim their heart stopped.

        “No, I am your mother!” the communist, spy, supervillainess revealed while surrounded by her dragon minions.

         The hero yelled back, “That's impossible! I grew up in Victorian England and was brought her by a temporal anomaly.”

       The villainess laughed. “But those are all false memories. Implanted by the ghoul of the haunted ruins your father excavated all those years ago.”

“The ghoul that caused the viral outbreak?”

“Yes, that now works with me.”

The hero grew enraged and pulled out his nun-chucks. “If you worked with the ghoul that means you are partly responsible for killing my father. I will get my revenge on you, then get the ghoul!”

The supervillainess smiled as a large rumble shook the foundation of the racetrack they stood on. “Shouldn't you be more worried about that girlfriend and best friend of yours?” The hero looked over to see the source of the quake. The giant city-wrecking ape-lizard monster Primalscales held his love interest and best friend in hand as it rampaged.

The hero stood silent for a moment. Then utilized channeled the great spiritual power he obtained from his long walkabout where he met the many sages of different cultures all across in the only way he knew how. Through the sheer might of his song and dance.

The world erupted as in dazzle as his musical number started. His powers flowed through song, his voice, salsa, waltz and whatever steps he did made rainbows and explosions fill the air. More and more magic came to the racetrack. Vortexes opened bringing warriors to assist, other dazzling magical effects and backup dancers. The movies soundtrack flipped between twenty genres of music at least. The actors talent kept up with the action.

Not only was the beast the defeated, but the supervillainess as well.

In the end the movie sold absurd amount of tickets, but its budget was so high it barely made a profit. Another movie like it would never be produced.

Today's #flashfiction #TheSoleSurvivor

“What goes up must come down.”

The Wright Brothers* #quote

      Couldn't get a story out yesterday because the Internet was down. Tomorrow my friend Jessica will be coming over, so yay! Anyway onto the flash fiction!

The Sole Survivor

        Around a thousand bodies filled the castle, each belonging to a powerful knight. One knight sat on a throne in the castle holding a sword. He knew he would never willingly let go of the sword. It was his ticket to immortality. A sword left behind by the gods he could feel stamina flowing through veins. He felt high on the eternal adrenaline it granted. Gray hairs he had vanished.

       Another knight came in and fought with him for that sword. He killed the knight. He wouldn't let the knight take his sword. He fought another knight that came in and killed that one. But the third one to arrive killed him and took the sword.

       A fair transaction. Originally he took the sword from another. All the thousand rotting bodies in the castle belonged to knights that fought over the blade and slew others to take it. The unfortunate conditions for eternal youth is that the holder may not leave the castle, share it, and it can only be taken by physical death. The sword transferred youth, but not true immortality. The bodies of all the previous holders being proof.

      The only real immortal, ageless, and invincible one in the castle was the sword. The average lifespan of someone holding the sword was just another year.

Today's #flashfiction #AVerySpecialOrder

“Location, location, location.”

The Island of Doctor Monroe* #quote

    Looks like I won't be going to my costuming club tomorrow, forgot it was Spring Break. On another note: Cj should be coming over this weekend and my friend Jessica this Thursday. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

A Very Special Order

        Tom looked at the man on the other side of the counter and said, “This better not be a prank. My manager will kill me if we waste that much pizza on a fake order.”

       The man on the other side of counter reached into the pocket of his blue, silk suit and pulled out his wallet with absurd wads of cash. Absurd as his order Tom thought to himself. “Would I arrive in person for a prank? Bring your manager out if you must. I just want my pizzas.”

        Tom turned to the people in the kitchen and conveyed the order after a quick ring up, “Thirty pineapple and mustard pizzas. Special order we have to cook the mustard into pizza.” The entire kitchen went abuzz.  The manager came out on his own to look at the man.

        The man told the manager before he spoke, “I will pay double if you put this ahead all your other orders and refuse to take on any others. I need these immediately.” The customer handed all the money to Tom, double the purchase price as he said.

       “What are you waiting for?” The manager asked his employees. Tom put the money swiftly into the register. Double an order of thirty pizzas? That got close to his share of the rent.

        The order was fulfilled and the pizzas placed in front of the man. Tom said to him, “Would you like us to carry them to your car?”

        “No we'll eat them here.”

        “We'll?” Tom asked.

         The man snapped his fingers and strange lights appeared all over the restaurant. Dragons emerged and filled the seats. “Thank you for the pizzas. Dragons have the strangest tastes and I needed them quick since they said they were craving them. Hardest pets in the multiverse I say. Oh, I forgot, I'm not that hungry but I'd like an order of fries.”

Today's #flashfiction #TheNinjaFan

“Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world.”

Ferris Bueller* #quote

Today I went to another one of my card game things. Much fun was had. I also got my hair cut and I look super, mega awesome. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

The Ninja Fan

      In a faraway land a man showed his collection of ninja weapons to everyone he could. He told them, “I'm the biggest ninja fan you'll ever know!” He even wore all black and a mask. His weapon collection was massive and impressive and after showing it so many people it got a reputation. People came and paid to see it or requested to see it.

       Even the king, who never allowed anyone but his own personal guard to have weapons near him for fear of assassination. He wanted to see this legendary collection despite the protests of his court of having weapons near him.

     And correct they were. The ninja fan killed the king as soon as he got close, as the fan revealed himself to be a true ninja. Creating the reputation of ninja fan allowed him to get near the king wearing a ninja costume with mask and having weapons. He concealed smoke bombs in the costume as well.

The moral of the story? Ninjas are everywhere.

Today's #flashfiction #TheAliensNegotiations

“Build a better mousetrap and the world will beat a path to your door.”

Harry Houdini* #quote

Went to my card game thing today, had fun, also I met a singing monkey. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

The Alien's Negotiations

      “Three thousand Flargs,” the alien salesman said in a strange language while his tentacles flapped around on his face.

       “Three thousand? That's ridiculous!” The potential buyer was more like a slug than the salesman who resembled more of a lobster. But both had twelve tentacles flailing over their mouths as they talked. “Two thousand Flargs.”

        The salesman's tentacles wrapped together as a spoke, a sort of otherworldly smile. “Now Sir, you are obviously a collector and you know how rare this is. My shop is one of rarities and we went to a lot of work to get this. The permits alone to get ships to go to the planets to get these kinds of products and get them to our stores are massive capital. Our prices are reasonable. But I'd say I can cut it down since you are a regular. How about Twenty-five hundred Flargs?”

        “Twenty-two hundred and you have a deal.” The buyer pulled out his identification and interplanetary credit cards.

        The salesman added, “Enjoy your purchase.” The salesman loved the buyer. A collector like him always came back for more. After all, humans keep releasing comic books for his store to import and sell to human media fanatics like him. Wearing the human disguises when on Earth to get product was always uncomfortable.

Today's #flashfiction #ASketchyMan

“I'm not sure if this is my color.”

Gandalf the White* #quote

Today I went to my fun school club thing. Shenanigans ensued. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

A Sketchy Man

       A man named Timothy Wallows was arrested for being just too sketchy. He tried to hid how sketchy he had been from the police and everyone around him, but eventually he had been caught being sketchy red handed and the police found evidence of all his sketchiness.

       “You can't put me in prison for just being sketchy!” He told the judge and jury.

        The prosecution countered, “When you sketch blueprints for bank robberies, stalk women, and perform corporate espionage then you can be put away for being sketchy!” The prosecution pointed to the stack of sketches in the courtroom Timothy Wallows made of all his subjects that the police confiscated as evidence.

        The sketchy man hoped that his mistakes could have been erased, but the sentence was carried out.

Today's #flashfiction #ForWhoTheAlarmRings

“High five!”

Captain Hook* #quote

       Today I decided that I'd check out another school club thing. They make props and costumes and all that there usually replicating what shows they like “Cosplay”. An example of a very good one I found on the Internet is this: http://www.geeksofdoom.com/2012/07/15/sdcc-2012-cosplay-photo-parade-1/2012-07-14-cosplay_ironman A very good Ironman, the guy even looks like the actor! I don't know what kind of work these club members have done but it'll be interesting to find out.

       Anyway onto the flash fiction!

For Who The Alarm Rings

       More often than not humans are creatures of habit. Even the humans that could barely be called people at all. Murderers follow routine just like real human beings do. And one serial killer would awake at his set alarm just as anyone would. And every three weeks on that exact Sunday the alarm for him to awake would be the alarm for him to get ready to kill another victim. As his attacks continued the “Morning Killer” became famous and police worked around their clocks and alarms to catch him.

       One morning his alarm rang for him to go out for another killing. Like all the others he already selected the victim and headed out. He already had his gun in his pocket. He knew the time the person would be alone. On his phone he possessed another alarm that would go off at the best moment to kill.

        The alarm rang and he drew his gun on a young kindergardten teacher. But the fatal shot hit him not the woman. A police sniper laid in wait. The police had been investigated and gathering evidence on the “Morning Killer” for months and when the police heard he was on the move the police station alarms rang for him that day.

Today's #flashfiction #HarrysErrand

“Words are meaningless”

Noah Webster* #quote

Today ninjas showed up and I had tea with them. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

Harry's Errand

      Harry went to the grocery store, a bland errand for a bland man like him. He went there in bland, society standard jeans and t-shirt. He lived a life of being nothing in particular. The man defined the generic and in the middle of things. A haircut neither short nor long, eyes a middle between brown and black and hair as well. His skin even met in the middle of everything. People could only think of him as Harry. Bland as an errand to a grocery store.

       Though this bland man wouldn't have a bland trip to the grocery store all the time. A vortex opened in the milk isle and a bizarre being made of ghostly white mist stepped through and spoke to him.

        “As you stand alone in this store isle I will judge your worth for being a savior. A Chosen One to save a far off realm,” the entire grocery froze in time besides the both of them, the loud, haunting voice of the creature unheard of by others.

        “Okay,” Harry replied in an unemotional voice.

After a few seconds of thought the creature said, “Sorry, but you are too boring and bland to be a Chosen One. No one will follow you. I have to go somewhere else.” The creature vanished and time began to flow normally.

       “Whatever,” Harry said. He continued his bland errand and his bland life thereafter. Betty however, a fun, unique girl was visited by the creature later. She was nothing but bland and was whisked away on an adventure. Pity she had to die to save the far off world and all the people in it. A noble sacrifice for millions but a sacrifice nonetheless.

       One advantage to being bland is you tend to be picked less to do things.

Today's #flashfiction #TheEarthEmpiresMarching

    “I always wanted to be a rock star. That was my childhood dream. That's what I told everybody I was going to be when I grew up.”

-Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart* #quote

    Today I went to dinner with my extended family and such, much fun was had. Yay! Anyway onto the flash fiction!

The Earth Empire's Marching

     William worked his way through the ranks while Earth worked its way through the galaxies. While he marched from planet to planet so did Earth. Earth had before he was born and it would long after. In his lifetime Earth conquered thirty planets and added them to its empire. In his military career he gained thirty medals as well and became a general.

      He shared the same fervor that the Earth's Empire did for conquest and assimilation. That is until he grew old. New blood filled the Empire and gave it legs every generation to march with. His grew weary of the fervor with age. As he retired and reflected on all his life and his marching he started to think of the Earth  Empire differently. The Empire always painted itself as a nobler version of Rome, and it made the history books talk of the ever expanding Rome as a wonderful place. As if its marching legions were to be admired and loved. But he felt the violent conquests were nothing noble. It took five generations if that for anyone conquered to be treated as citizens if that. He remembered learning a list of what non-humans to kill on sight and who not to. The marching legions of the Earth Empire left trials of blood behind.

    He wished that he could make the entire Empire weary of marching just as he was.

Today's #flashfiction #TheKnightBeNimble

“I'm walking on sunshine...”

Eeyore, Winne the Pooh* #quote

      Today I started playing that video game that my friend got me for my birthday, Bravely Default. The title baffled me until I learned it was actually based on the combat system. (Very few video games are actually titled based on their combat system). Defaulting is defending and doing a brave action is an attack. Not as baffling as Infinite Undiscovery. I haven't played that game though.

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 jump over 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

Today's #flashfiction #TheAliensAndTheirScenery

“A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.”

Colonel Sanders* #quote

Today I went to my card game thing. There's a tournament coming up that I may go to, and I traded some cards for some other cards for a deck that I could use for the tournament. If I do go I hope my idea works because it hasn't been tested too thoroughly. But there's always merit in flying by the seat of your pants right?

The Alien's And Their Scenery

      A large group of aliens sat outside their spaceship happy as could be, looking at the wonderful scenery. Each couple wrapped their green six-fingered hands around each other with a romantic warmth in their five-chambered hearts. Those without partners enjoyed the scene just as well, all six eyes scanning the horizon. The Ice Age truly was a beautiful time.

       Large swaths of ice glittering in the sunlight with hardy grass poking where it making a living in this painfully cold world. Strange mammals and birds scurrying and hunting about having evolved from dinosaurs. The demand for camouflage made their feathers and fur spectacularly unique colors of white and blue.

      The alien leading the tourists spoke to the rest, “This is a beautiful planet isn't it?” He smiled with a mix of fangs and strange types of teeth foreign to Earth type animals. “I'm glad the Planetary Tourism Committee decided to drop that meteor on this planet and make this ice age for our viewing. So I think after we look at this scenery this for awhile how about we time travel to another era in this world and see what the view is like there. And then maybe we can ask the committee to change it to make it look better if it doesn't look right.”

      The other aliens nodded in agreement one saying, “Of course!”

      “Yes,” the leader replied. “I love these icy blues. Some more scenery like this would be good.”

Today's #flashfiction #AllThoseWhoProfit

“Is that your final answer?”

The Spanish Inquisition* #quote

    Today I watched the Lego Movie with my brother. It was very, very good. I recommend it. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

All Those Who Profit

      Thousands were fed because of that one moment. They all gathered around for the feast, feeding in different places, feeding themselves and their children. So many profited from that moment. But one did not profit by feeding, but caused the feast for the others.

      The provider of the feast was a human and he dumped a corpse in the woods for the thousands of bugs and plants to eat. The provider benefited from the death of the man, his own father. Profited from inheritance of his vast fortune. That's what the bugs profited from the inheritance of his body. Both profiting parities were consumers, but one much more disgusting than the other.