tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39042828905723804422024-03-12T18:45:53.312-07:00Langdon's Flash FictionsA blog of short stories usually updated daily.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1752125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904282890572380442.post-61959285158652568932016-12-16T16:47:00.003-08:002016-12-16T16:47:39.261-08:00Today's #flashfiction Death For All<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Refinance your home today!”</div>
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<i>The Big Bad Wolf</i>* #quote</div>
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CJ and/or Jessica will be coming over tomorrow so that'll be
radtastic. Anyway onto the flash fiction!</div>
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<u>Death For All</u></div>
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Arnold Jones fished at the lake as he did every Sunday he could for
the past seventy years. As he let his fishing line into the water he
did not see a Grim Reaper in its long black cloak walk up behind him.
Many kinds of the skeletal cloaked creatures would bring souls to the
after-life. They would appear before the ones who pass and guide
them. The transition between the plane of the living and dead is not
a simple one.</div>
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Arnold didn't look at the Grim Reaper as it stood next to him. A tug
on the line, a big one! Arnold pulled and pulled. His focus fully on
the fish. He pulled and pulled and with all the might in his old
muscles. The fish soared out of the water and onto Arnold's lap. The
thing flopped and gasped. Arnold quickly dashed over to a cutting
board with the fish and chopped its head off.</div>
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The moment the guide waited for passed. The Grim Reaper guided the
fish's soul to the afterlife.
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05351718580847011415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904282890572380442.post-33594760662086291782016-12-15T16:52:00.004-08:002016-12-16T06:35:19.429-08:00 Today's #flashfiction If It's Broke, Fix It<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“We have nothing to fear but fear itself.”</div>
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<i>Steven King</i>* #quote</div>
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I wonder what we sound like to our echoes? Anyway onto the flash
fiction!</div>
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<u>If It's Broke, Fix It</u></div>
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“Ch-Ee-Ry-C-owwwwws!” Grandpa yelled one of his made up curses
after he hit his thumb with a hammer. Grandma said he “had the
mouth of a sailor” before he had Mom, but now refused to
use real swear words in front of anyone. Something different always
came out of his mouth every time, and he swore a lot.
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“<i>Monkey-dancin'</i>, <i>rock-polishers</i>...” he grumbled as
he dropped the hammer to the floor and grit his teeth.
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“You alright?” I asked.</div>
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He turned around to me and smiled. “Oh, I'm alright my wonderful
granddaughter.” I remembered when he talked to Mom and Dad about
watching over me for the weekend, (not that I <i>needed</i> a
babysitter), but he never told them that he would be working on
fixing the backyard door. It'd be nice if he wore out soon and went
inside to relax so I could watch cartoons.</div>
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“N-oooo-dles sHoVeD-up MY <i>soup</i>!” Grandpa screamed again
after a second try at the same nail. He found his target on the third
try. But when he went for the next nail he hammered a finger with the
hammer again. “QuEEns of <i>England</i> in the B-el-frY !”</div>
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“Grandpa?”</div>
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“Yes my dearest granddaughter?” He smiled while holding back as
much of the expressions of pain as he could.</div>
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“Maybe you should get glasses like Grandma's been telling you to.” </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05351718580847011415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904282890572380442.post-46686307524715349562016-12-14T19:35:00.001-08:002016-12-14T19:35:13.097-08:00Today's #flashfiction Elves VS Fairies<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Plan ahead.”</div>
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MacGyver* #quote</div>
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In today's news, a blog posts a story for people to read. Anyway onto
the flash fiction!</div>
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<u>Elves VS
Fairies</u></div>
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“Christmas is
but a few days away. I expect joy enchantments on all the toys,
dolls, game consoles, action figures...cover everything!” The elf
manager yelled at his underlings. “And I swear Jerry if you don't
enchant your batch of collectibles because 'they're not real toys'
I'm firing you. You know what? We could all get fired!” The elf
manager couldn't hold back his panic any longer.</div>
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“You mean the
rumors are true?” one elf worker said. “Santa is considering the
fairies's offer?”</div>
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The elves
stopped moving, something they rarely did when they were on the clock
in distorted space-time inside a store. The janitor stood in place
and magic allowed the air in the pocket of the store they were in to
move to keep the elves breathing but the rest of reality at bay. They
spent time in store enchanting toys with joy to keep Christmas a most
joyful holiday. Other beings handled other holidays but the elves
didn't need to worry about them for their paycheck.</div>
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“Yes, the
faries's have swayed Mr. Claus. His decision is going to be based on
our performance this Christmas. He didn't tell us so we wouldn't work
harder just to impress him. Speaking of which, get to work or we're
all out of a job!” The manager's task force went to work and the
manager did the small work too. Productivity had to be maximum to
beat the fairy methods.</div>
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Santa Claus
cared for his elf workers over the many, many years their people fell
under his employment. The immortal man of mysterious cheery magic
took care of them well. However he cared for one thing much more than
any elf. He cared about Christmas. In the modern days he enchanted
presents with joy instead of delivering them since people bought
things themselves now, and if anyone could do that better then the
elves would be dismissed.</div>
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Fairies
did not do their work themselves. They were creatures even smaller
than the elves and not nearly as hardy. So they use machines. A fairy
stopped time just as an elf would and rode into a store with a
massive tank-like thing with many arms. It would then spray dust over
toys that would be purchased or it would go into households and spray
them there. Smaller models of these devices would scour
smaller places and behind them all
and behind it a second device would use magic to remove evidence of
the machine's presence there.
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Santa organized
it so that the fairies did half of this year's Christmas presents and
the other half went to the elves. Santa usually spent the actual day
of Christmas in observation. In an attempt to keep the elves unaware
of it, he tried to convince half that each of them were on vacation,
but not telling other groups of them. Compartmentalization! It didn't
work, and the elves worked their hardest.</div>
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Mr. Claus made
his evaluation and told the fairy king personally.</div>
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“King
Sparkles, you covered all the toys in a quarter the time of my elves.
But your accuracy was exceptionally questionable.” Santa Claus
poured over the data in the same way as his Naughty and Nice list.
“You covered toys that you shouldn't have, and even the pets of
some people. I simply cannot have this much magic wasted.”</div>
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King Sparkles
held back a smile and spoke very humbly. The clever king always knew
how to cut deals. “Well, Christmas joy needs to be brought the best
it can. Perhaps the accuracy of the elves is needed and my people's
machines can just...help?”</div>
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Santa Claus agreed and purchased the machine's for the elves, as
King Sparkles intended all along. He didn't want his people working
Christmas labor, but he wanted to sell his machines. Now he just
needed to speak with the ghouls of Halloween.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05351718580847011415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904282890572380442.post-15540450144233611392016-12-13T19:55:00.002-08:002016-12-13T19:55:12.531-08:00Today's #flashfiction A Time Traveler's Regret<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Time for a reality check.”</div>
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<i>Salvador Dali</i>* #quote</div>
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Jessica should be coming over this weekend, and maybe CJ as well. And
that sounds mighty swell. Anyway onto the flash fiction!</div>
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<u>A Time Traveler's Regret</u></div>
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My name is Bill Simone. I've lived wisely and I only have one
regret. After getting my Doctorate and becoming a scientist I
researched long and hard until I created a time machine. This lead to
my biggest mistake, an experiment that lead to a time loop.</div>
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My name is Bill Simone. I've lived wisely and I only have one
regret. After getting my Doctorate and becoming a scientist I
researched long and hard until I created a time machine. This lead to
my biggest mistake, an experiment that lead to a time loop...</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05351718580847011415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904282890572380442.post-15953346881293884662016-12-12T19:38:00.001-08:002016-12-12T19:38:09.840-08:00Today's #flashfiction I'll Have A Movie With Everything On It<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“A fool and
his money are soon parted.”</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Mr.
T</i>* #quote</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Jenga
is probably one of the hardest games to play on top of a moving
train.</span></div>
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<u>I'll Have A
Movie With Everything On It</u></div>
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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 climax from that movie is when some even claimed their heart stopped.</div>
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“No, I am
your mother!” the communist, spy, supervillainess revealed while
surrounded by her dragon minions and members of her baseball team.</div>
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The hero yelled
back, “That's impossible! I grew up in Victorian England and was
brought here by a temporal anomaly.”</div>
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The villainess
laughed. “But those are all false memories. Implanted by the ghoul
of the haunted ruins your father excavated all those years ago.”</div>
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“The ghoul
that caused the viral outbreak?”</div>
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“Yes, that
now works with me.”</div>
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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!”</div>
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Not only was
the beast the defeated, but the supervillainess as well.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"> In
the end the movie sold absurd amount of tickets, but its budget was
so high it was a massive flop. Another movie like it would never be
produced. </span>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05351718580847011415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904282890572380442.post-36558100522819027952016-12-11T20:36:00.001-08:002016-12-11T20:36:44.073-08:00Today's #flashfiction The Two Mr. Greens<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Measure
twice, cut once.”</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Freddy
Kruger</i>* #quote</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Do
you think that an eclipse is the Moon telling the Sun that he should
never quit his day job? Anyway onto the flash fiction!</span></div>
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<u>The Two Mr.
Greens</u>
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“Now Mr. Green I know you've dealt
with this hallucination of another you for quite awhile. Which is why
I'm glad you've agreed to medical treatment.” The doctor spoke
standing while one real Mr. Green and one hallucination sat in the
chairs in his office. I knew this was the time that medication needed
to be taken. This had to end. There should only be one Mr. Green.
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“I'm ready doctor,” I told him
while the other Mr. Green in the room said the same thing.</div>
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“Mr. Green your mental condition,
although a bad one, is actually easily curable. You have a chemical
imbalance in your brain. Take the pill and it'll be fixed. You're
lucky it's this simple. I'd like you to start taking them now. And
here's your prescription for more.” He set a pill on the desk in
his office along with a bottle of pills and a perscription.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"> Not
a moment was wasted. The pill was swallowed so in a few moments its
chemicals cured the mental condition and I vanished.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05351718580847011415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904282890572380442.post-12311139354530603132016-12-10T20:13:00.001-08:002016-12-10T20:13:34.574-08:00Today's #flashfiction Twice Upon A Time<dl>
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with a view.”</dd><dd style="margin-left: 0in;">
<i>Humpty Dumpty</i>* #quote</dd><dd style="margin-left: 0in;">
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">If you ever feel
like your life is becoming full of darkness, change the light bulb.
Anyway onto the flash fiction!</span></dd><dd style="margin-left: 0in;">
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<u>Twice Upon A Time</u></div>
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Twice a upon a
time a kingdom went to war. Each time the other kingdom they fought
invaded to raid them for wealth. Each of these times the kingdom
fought a the same enemy. Twice upon these times blood was shed.</div>
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But once upon
these times the kingdom won, while once upon these times the kingdom
failed. The first war was waged by a father, the second by his son.
The son learned from his father's mistakes, learned his foes
weakness, and decided to make a treaty for peace instead of leaving
the kingdoms in tension for his descendant to fight.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"> So the kingdoms
never waged war upon another time.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05351718580847011415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904282890572380442.post-75398193978257714312016-12-09T19:36:00.000-08:002016-12-09T19:36:15.405-08:00Today's #flashfiction Who Haunts Who Now?<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Call me!”</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"> <i>Romeo</i>*
#quote</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">If
you turn something inside out then outside in then can you still
shake it all about? Anyway onto the flash fiction!</span></div>
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<u>Who Haunts Who Now?</u></div>
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It started a month ago. I see him walking around my house, hear his
voice, and hear his footsteps. The floor creaks when he walks and
objects move when he touches them. He won't leave! He just won't
leave! And he brings others too. They all come, making their noises,
moving things, the voices driving me mad. It needs to stop! Why won't
it stop!</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"> Why do the living
have to invade my home? Can't a ghost like me just be left alone?</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05351718580847011415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904282890572380442.post-33424039701476332102016-12-08T19:31:00.002-08:002016-12-08T19:31:51.284-08:00Today's #flashfiction Every Man Has His Price<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“How
much wood could a woodchuck chuck
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If a woodchuck could chuck wood?”</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Count
Count</i></span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">*
#quote </span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Unfortunately
Jessica canceled this weekend, but it seems that'll we'll be hanging
next weekend so that's good. Anyway onto the flash fiction!</span></div>
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<u>Every Man Has
His Price</u></div>
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A twenty foot
by twenty foot contraption whirred and buzzed. A stainless steel
exterior hid whatever laid inside. To an outside observer only a
massive cube creating the most elaborate of noises could be heard.
Between the mechanical noises the clucking of chickens and plucking
of guitar strings reverberated inside. Or at least some inner motors,
gears or pistons that produced such sounds. A massive ding filled the
air for miles and a small door opened. A mechanical arm revealed
itself with a cup of coffee.</div>
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Two men stood
next to the device, “Just coffee? All that for coffee? Tom, why
would you keep such a thing?” One man asked the other.</div>
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“Oh, I won it
in a contest. It was free.” Tom replied. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05351718580847011415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904282890572380442.post-34875581900035500812016-12-07T19:48:00.003-08:002016-12-07T19:48:30.951-08:00Today's #flashfiction To Dream The Other<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Springtime is in the air!”</div>
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<i>Eddard Stark, Game Of Thrones</i>* #quote</div>
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My friend Jessica should be coming over this weekend. Which will be
cool. She hasn't been over for awhile since she's had to study for a
Japanese fluency certification kinda test(don't know what it's proper
title is). Anyway onto the flash fiction!</div>
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<u>To Dream The
Other</u></div>
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Demons did only
bad and angels only good. One demon had constant recurring dreams of
being an angel, and one angel had constant recurring dreams of being
a demon. The demon became fascinated with good and began to only do
good. The angel became fascinated with evil and began to only do
evil. And eventually the demon transformed became an angel and the
angel a demon.</div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"> Many
years passed, the new demon now began constantly dreaming of being an
angel again, and the new angel began constantly dreaming of being a
demon again.</span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05351718580847011415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904282890572380442.post-13347622628442823652016-12-06T19:58:00.000-08:002016-12-06T19:58:06.842-08:00Today's #flashfiction Sir Exilan And His Adventures<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“I don't know
what you mean.”</div>
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<i>Noah Webster</i>*
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Today I went to a doctor appointment with the surgeon who will be operating on me to replace the battery in the device that stimulates a nerve in my body to help with my epilepsy. Welp, it'll probably be much less difficult than the molar removal and the installation of the device so I'm not too worried. I wonder if you can get like punch out coupons for surgeries like you do takeout places. I'm having enough of them.</div>
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<u>Sir Exilan
And His Adventures</u></div>
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Sir Exilan
slayed demons, dragons and saved lands all over from many disasters.
He saw sights all over from lakes to mountains to sights normal
people could never see by stepping through magic doors. It would take
several heavy tomes to barely record a small fraction of his
adventures.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Do I have
anything to live for anymore now that I've seen it all? Have I
drained all excitement from life just by having done the most
dangerous and seeing the most spectacular. I don't think anything
could make life interesting anymore,” the knight said to a
bartender on evening.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The bartender
looked at the empty seat next to Sir Exilan. “Have you found love?”
He asked him.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Sir Exilan
stood up, smiled and put down the payment for his drink. “There's
still one more adventure I have yet to go on!”</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05351718580847011415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904282890572380442.post-21495315456302609842016-12-05T19:52:00.000-08:002016-12-05T19:52:23.441-08:00Today's #flashfiction The Longest Movie Ever Made<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“I
fell into a burning ring of fire,<br />I went down, down, down as the
flames went higher<br />And it burns, burns, burns,<br />The ring of
fire, the ring of fire.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i>Dante's Inferno</i>*
#quote</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I wonder why y doesn't ask about why why ends in y. Anyway onto the
flash fiction!</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<u>The Longest
Movie Ever Made</u></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The longest
movie ever made combines many genres. It has disaster movie elements
and a massive crisis. But of course the story continues. The main
characters can't die like that, well, most of them do. But the rest
of the main characters are not flat and boring. They continue to be
developed through the story, they evolve over time, and become
totally different.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Survival horror
elements are most of the movie as main characters are hunted by other
characters. Eat or be eaten. The characters develop through this
after the disaster.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Eventually the
movie becomes a drama. The characters have developed to the point of
being able to settle down. Romances occur but at points the plot
breaks away to become a war movie. Or a murder mystery. But then back
to a romance. But the plot may even stop for a moment to break to a
short segment on cooking.
</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Billions of years ago aliens decided to film the Earth and make a
documentary. They've left the cameras running through it all. The
biggest question is what the climax is going to be. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05351718580847011415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904282890572380442.post-53869212112531293042016-12-02T10:34:00.002-08:002016-12-02T10:34:40.321-08:00Today's #flashfiction The Consequences Of Learning It Was All A Dream<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“They
mutated the dinosaur genetic code and blended it with that of a
frog's. Now, some West African frogs have been known to spontaneously
change sex from male to female in a single sex environment. Malcolm
was right. Look. Life found a way.<i>”</i></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i>Barney and Friends</i>*</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
CJ should be coming over tomorrow. That should be a bucket of fun.
Unless we run out of buckets. Then again we could run over to The
Crazed Squid's Extreme Discount Bucket Emporium. Anyway onto the
flash fiction!</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<u>The
Consequences of Learning It Was All A Dream</u></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
When a story
ends with “It was all just a dream” it often forgets to mention
the most important part. What happens when the person realizes this?
The after effects on them. They don't cover this. I woke up from a
several year coma recently. A coma after a car accident, and that
when I was in my coma-dream, I thought I survived. My brain made time
pass more slowly in my mind. So months in a coma became many, many
years. So when I woke up I learned that thirty years of my “life”
became instantly revealed to be a lie made up in a dream.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Thirty years
that started with a war that my brain made up. A war where I became a
solider. A war where I started out a hero. Then I abused my power
along with other soldiers. We took advantage of other people. We did
whatever we pleased to them.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I didn't go mad
from later regret and trauma, spending the rest of my life repenting,
only living free because I turned in some traitors I later worked
with to gain even more by taking advantage of my own country and the
one I was attacking. All those years giving accounts of the horrors
of war to the nation weren't real. The horrors weren't real and the
war wasn't real.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
And originally
the scenario I constructed was that other soldiers convinced me to
start taking advantage of those people and do all those horrible
things to them. But no. When I woke up and learned it was all a
dream, I learned that my brain chose to make all those scenarios
exist. The real world didn't make all those horrors exist. My
subconscious did. I wasn't dragged into a war, I made the war. I
would have preferred to have stayed in my coma as the man repenting
for his crimes than waking up knowing that it was a dream all along
and that I made them exist.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
This terrible
realization did give me a second chance. Lucky circumstances shortly
after me waking up made me run across a great deal of money and
power. So lucky you wouldn't believe them. So just like in the war in
my dream I have the power to take advantage of people again.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
This time it
can't all be a dream. I know I can't reset. Or maybe I am wrong and I'm still dreaming? Does that mean I can do it all again? Or should
do it all again whether or not waking up can get rid of all my sins?</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I wonder if my soul is the same in the real world? </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05351718580847011415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904282890572380442.post-48463701506145648862016-12-01T15:19:00.002-08:002016-12-01T15:19:44.676-08:00Today's #flashfiction Little Miss Fairy<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Drink
responsibly.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i>Dionysus</i>* #quote</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
What did the dentist say to his kids after telling them the tale of
the tortoise and the hare? He said, “What's the <i>molar</i> of
this story?” Anyway onto the flash fiction!</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<u>Little Miss
Fairy</u></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Little Miss
Fairy</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Sat on a cherry</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Eating some
seeds and sugar</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Along came a
centaur</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Who sat down
beside her</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
And frightened Miss Fairy away</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05351718580847011415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904282890572380442.post-75317507498761951522016-11-30T19:38:00.003-08:002016-11-30T19:38:47.560-08:00Today's #flashfiction The Bigsy-Bitsy Spider<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Keep it
simple.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i>Rube
Goldberg</i>* #quote</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
CJ's going to be coming over this weekend so that'll be a round of
fun on the house. Or a disaster if fun provisions are depleted due to
unexpected celebrity cameos. Anyway onto the flash fiction!</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<u>The
Bigsy-Bitsy Spider</u>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The Bigsy-bitsy spider<br />Climbed up the skyscraper<br />Down came
planes<br />And shot the spider down<br />Out came the rain<br />And made
the planes land.<br />And the Bigsy-bitsy spider<br />Climbed up the
skyscraper again </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05351718580847011415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904282890572380442.post-8900891746280081472016-11-28T19:55:00.001-08:002016-11-28T19:55:17.232-08:00Today's #flashfiction The Sacrificial Ritual<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“I'm a flexible guy.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i>Gumby</i>* #quote</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Cyber Monday is the digital Black Friday. But really if they wanted
to make it feel just like Black Friday everyone's Internet connection
needs to slow down to a crawl so that you get that waiting in line
experience. Anyway onto the flash fiction!</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<u>The
Sacrificial Ritual</u></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
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.</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
A brand new flat screen TV. Frahri figured if he could he use the
dark arts to get it, then he would, he sold his soul to become a
necromancer and bothered mastering all this magic after all. Next
would come the DVD player and all the seasons of Wizard Idol.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05351718580847011415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904282890572380442.post-52537128723235908202016-11-27T19:11:00.000-08:002016-11-27T19:11:00.568-08:00Today's #flashfiction A Lesson In Value<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Absolute power corrupts absolutely.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i>The Energizer Bunny</i>* #quote
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Do you know why computers always eat a lot at buffets? Because they
have so many bytes! That one's a Langdon original. No need for
applause. Anyway onto the flash fiction!</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<u>A Lesson In
Value</u></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Daddy, why
is gold so expensive?” A child asked his father with that curious
expression that children are both famous and infamous for.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
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.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Okay, I
think I get it.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
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 silly, wiggly,
plastic eyes. Staples along with tape was also on the sock. Various
items covered the messy thing.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“I'll take
one million dollars for my Dodadthingie!” the child told his father
with a smile.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“What?” His
father asked, perplexed.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“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!”</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The father sighed. “Okay, maybe I didn't explain it properly...”</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05351718580847011415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904282890572380442.post-9780915489858050892016-11-26T20:00:00.000-08:002016-11-26T20:00:02.393-08:00Today's #flashfiction A Penny For Your Thoughts<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Treasure every moment.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i>Captain Blackbeard</i>* #quote</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Hope all of you who went shopping on Black Friday survived with
minimal line lag. (The name I devised for the jet lag like sensation
experience created by waiting in line for absurd amounts of time.)
Anyway onto the flash fiction!</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<u>A Penny For Your Thoughts</u></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Robots, when they obtained artificial intelligence, became a massive
economic force. However their minds lacked several things humans had.
Robots could follow deductive reasoning and project results of
events. But imagination and things like dreams were beyond them. At
least inventing these things on their own. They could absorb this
data into their brains. And besides power and repairs experiences
from the human imagination and experience were what robots desired.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Since robots worked harder and faster than humans many humans sold
their thoughts for money. If they couldn't invent things they watched
television so that robots could download their experiences from
humans. When a robot watches TV with just its cameras it just sees
the images. But if it downloads the human experience it gets it. They
envy humans for being able to create emotions on such a more complex
scale than them. If someone's thoughts are particularly engaging
their wages could be high. A penny for a complete train of thought
was standard. But an epiphany, an emotional burst, or something
similar could fetch even more. Each person experiences things
differently and in order to keep the economy running the powers that
be made sure that thoughts couldn't be shared back and forth so
easily. Copyright for experiences and thoughts. Particularly powerful
experiences were auctioned. People with reputations for interesting
lives charged more, though in general people at tried to set their
own prices and work their way to establishing a reputation to how
engaging their thoughts are to the robot public.</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
What price would you put on your thoughts?</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05351718580847011415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904282890572380442.post-34195924114683913612016-11-25T19:54:00.000-08:002016-11-25T19:54:26.561-08:00Today's #flashfiction Penguin Zombies<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Live and
learn.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i>Dracula</i>*
#quote</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The world would
be a better place if there was less pointless blog filler. Anyway
onto the flash fiction!</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<u>Penguin Zombies</u></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
When the zombie plague hit Earth it didn't hit humans...it hit
penguins. It made their dead rise, and made them invincible. Try to
kill them and their body parts would rise again, or like a starfish
form into even more zombie penguins. But penguins born in the
starfish fashion couldn't be call born really, they were unholy
zombies and were often only partially built: heads were often
collapsed and and fin and feathers would be missing.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The zombie penguins waddled all over the world and spread all over.
They pecked at the living over and over till only their torn remains
scattered the ground. The mangled flesh of the victims of the zombie
penguins would then transform into more zombie penguins. With each
victim the penguins spread and spread. Every living being becoming a
zombie penguin.
</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Soon the Earth was filled with nothing but the squawking dead.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05351718580847011415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904282890572380442.post-56198848823864969882016-11-23T19:44:00.001-08:002016-11-23T19:44:32.563-08:00Today's #flashfiction Bearilocks And The Three Campers<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“15 minutes
can save you 15 percent or more on your car insurance.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i>Andy Warhol</i>*
#quote</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Happy
Thanksgiving Eve everyone! Maybe yesterday I should have wished y'all
a happy Thanksgiving eve eve. Anyway onto the flash fiction!</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<u>Bearilocks
And The Three Campers</u></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Bearilocks
strolled through the forest. She was a happy, hungry grizzly bear.
And during her tromping around she found a camp. The family it
belonged to was out fishing so she helped herself to it.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
She rummaged
through the food.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The chips were
too salty.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The chocolate
was too sweet.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The bacon was
jussssttt right.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
And she saw the
three tents belonging to the family. They looked much more comfy then
a cave. The daughter's tent was too tiny. The father's tent was too
large. The mother's tent was jusssttt right and Bearilocks went to
sleep.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The family came
back from their fishing trip.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Mom, Dad, I
think someone stole our food!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The father
looked at the missing food and then his tent. “I think somebody
went into my tent!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The daughter
added, “Mine too!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The mother
looked into hers and saw Bearilocks, “Grizzly bear! Get back in the
car!”</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
They then drove
off and never went camping again.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05351718580847011415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904282890572380442.post-37978268946622817842016-11-22T20:06:00.001-08:002016-11-22T20:06:52.500-08:00Today's #flashfiction Technological Age<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Let's go out
for a bite.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i>Mike Tyson</i>*
#quote </div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I'm well enough
to write something in my blog. My teeth are still recovering, but at
least I am not currently on fire. Anyway onto the flash fiction!</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<u>Technological
Age</u></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Grampa, I found something funny in your closet!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“What is it?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“It's a box.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Yes. There are boxes in my closet.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“But it's a really tiny box.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“There are tiny boxes in my closet.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“But this one started glowing.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Glowing wha-. Oh, my the thing still has juice in it? Well I
don't believe it.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“What has juice. I don't see any juice in this box. I can't open
up this glowing box.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Oh! That's my cellphone from when I was your age. I thought I
lost it for good and it's a miracle it still has power.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“What's a cellphone?”</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“A cellphone is what people used to talk to each other before we
invented mind-phones. They're kind of similar. That's why the name is
alike.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The Grandpa didn't want to admit it, but explaining what a cellphone was to his grandchild made him feel really, really old.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05351718580847011415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904282890572380442.post-18924897659003526582016-11-11T19:02:00.000-08:002016-11-11T19:02:00.002-08:00Today's #flashfiction The Wizard's Morning Paper<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Rise to the
occasion.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i>Icarus</i>*
#quote</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
My tooth removal
has been delayed a day. I had milk with breakfast and apparently I can't
have anything like that before the operation so tomorrow must to have a minimalist breakfast(bread and water) along
with skipping lunch so that there's nothing in my stomach for the
anesthesia to work properly. Anyway onto the flash fiction!</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<u>The Wizard's Morning Paper</u></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Danar the Wise opened up his newspaper.
He was a wizard known for both his incredible magical powers. But
also he was a wizard known for his incredibly poor eyesight so he had
to wear massive glasses that pressed against cheeks. He read the
paper the same he read his magic scrolls, carefully and slowly, with
a sort of precision that fit surgery. He always skipped the front
page article and went directly to the tiny little article tucked
right under it. He couldn't remember where he picked up that habit.
It had been ingrained in his dusty old brain for too long.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
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<i>World Record: 14 Dragons Born in one
Litter</i></div>
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The wizard read the title of the
article shocked at first. But as he read on he grew angry.</div>
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“Those idiots!” he
roared, “They didn't do their research. The world record is
<i>fifteen</i>.” he remembered Xanna the Red Witch, just twenty
years ago her dragon had fifteen dragons. He stormed around. He was
furious at the sloppy research of this paper, not believing that a
professional paper would goof up. He decided he would write them a
letter scolding them. Then he thought of going there himself and
saying it straight to their faces. He then decided that he would cast
a curse on their editor, though Danar couldn't decide what kind of
curse was justified for such a mistake.
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Then Danar
remembered that Xanna's dragon didn't have fifteen dragons, it had
<i>thirteen</i> dragons. They were right, <i>fourteen</i> was a
world record. He laughed, sat down and continued reading.</div>
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“If the shoe
fits, wear it.”</div>
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<i>The
Sasquatch</i>* #quote</div>
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Going to have my
wisdom teeth removed tomorrow. Time for a few days of eating
applesauce since chewing ain't going to be an option. Anyway onto the
flash fiction!</div>
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<u>Knightlyness</u></div>
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When your young
you learn about things. Things like chivalry. I learned about it from
a great knight named Sir Grahn a long time ago. I didn't know the
word for chivalry so in my head I could only call it “knightlyness”.
It was the best word my six year old brain could invent for it.
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I learned of
Sir Grahn's knightlyness from the way he walked and talked. The way
he treated the people of my village when he arrived in our kingdom.
With his position he could have looked down upon us but he treated us
well. He walked with us like someone walked with nobility. I learned
of Sir Grahn's knightlyness when he gave our village some gold to
help us through a drought. I learned the most of his knightlyness
when the bandits attacked and he died defending us from them. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05351718580847011415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904282890572380442.post-27139300141281774792016-11-09T19:02:00.002-08:002016-11-09T19:02:46.502-08:00Today's #flashfiction What The Story Could Say<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“A bird in the
hand is worth two in the bush.”</div>
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<i>Colonel
Sanders</i>* #quote</div>
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Do you know
what food letters eat? <i>Font</i>due! Anyway onto the flash fiction!</div>
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<u>What The
Story Could Say</u></div>
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A story decided
it could say:</div>
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The character
is first happy.</div>
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The character
is then sad.</div>
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The character
is one you'd like.</div>
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The character
is one you'd hate.</div>
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The character
is pure.</div>
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The character
is sinful.</div>
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The character
is hypothetical.</div>
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The character
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But afterward
the reader decided what the story would say. </div>
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“Keep it
real.”</div>
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<i>Pablo
Picasso</i>* #quote</div>
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Whenever the
owls start talking I just yell “Me” back and they fly away.
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<u>My Good Day
Until A Bad Knight</u></div>
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“You know,”
I growled, “My day was going just peachy until you showed up.” I
whipped my thorny tail about. I held a knight in my claws. “I was
just gobbling up some goblins just minding my own business until you
showed up shouting your usual human garbage about honor and having to
murder for it.” I pulled the knight up to my face and breathed some
smoke in his face. “Oh, I have to slay a dragon to become a real
knight! That's what you think isn't it? You just have to raid my
castle and try to jab that sword of yours into me.” I shook the
knight. “You just poke me thinkin' 'oh I bet if I stab him enough
I'll kill him and I'll be real knight because I killed a dragon and
all the chicks will totally dig me! Is that what you think?”</div>
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“Uh...” the
knight I held looked at me awkwardly.</div>
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“Well no!
That's not going to happen! At least once a week you idiot humans
bother me. Even at the crack of dawn you jump through my window
swords drawn screaming! Then I kill you and that seems to create a
bizarre fascination that makes me even more important to kill. After
all, no one returns, I am the unkillable beast Yjorilix, the
strongest dragon! You're worse than the cockroaches!” I then
furiously stomped my foot. “Well I'm not playing your game
anymore!” I then set the knight on the ground and pointed out the
castle gate. “Go home!”</div>
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“What?” The
knight looked at me bewildered.</div>
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“I'm not
going to kill you. No more epic honor-duels. I'm not going to fight
you humans. You're going to home and tell all them that, or so help
me I'm going grab you and carry you back to your city!”</div>
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The knight kept
standing there.</div>
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“Go! Get!
Scoot! Scram!” I yelled.</div>
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The knight
hurried out my door. Maybe I should put I sign outside the castle.</div>
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