flash fiction friday #75
dread. i now jump up, grab a mango, gone by the kitchen sink, bite+break+peelback skin, sink my teeth into this delightful, edible piece of sunshine...and as i greedily sucking back the 1st mouthful, chasing juice down my lip with my tongue, all the tension leave my body in a rush and my knees get weak weak like a tiny orgasm, oui...
thus come flash fiction friday #75; [inclusions] trigger: seed, feed, weed, bleed, greed/y.
rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural/thematic challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.09a.m. friday, trinbago time; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago time.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to this/my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment here on my blog).you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on this/my trigger-post or fasbook note or instastory or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago time.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.
fff#74
my extremely late (but because of bbcdeadline-meeting, so i find you could 'llow me) flash fiction friday #74 trigger: write of [a] being stuck in space and/or time...[trigger wording does not indicate specific personal beliefs about spacetime continuum and/or possibilities available to non/sentient beings but simply provides, hopefully, the most storytelling options possible within given constraints.]
when sky blue so deep it almost black is time to go back. i obey the rule of lore. i do not test its fallibility. i do not risk daybreak.
straight to silkcotton tree, to my hole, to my self, to reluctantly relinquish this feared- my favoured- form, i fly, lighting up blueblack sky with the saddest moment of my every fullmoon feeding+freedom. there is never a time i do not wish with every flicker of my being to stay this way. but still i obey.
rule of lore.
go back. back to my skin, to the cage i keep me in, to contain myself as the lore demand, abandoning fire+flight before daylight, i slip into my self and…
“skin, skin, you nah know me?!”
words of lore come before i catch what going on
torn from throat unable to reclaim its form
fiery piercing pain like cellular injection
no thought pure sensation of skin insurrection
salt grains burning flesh dna rejection
human flame trapped soucouyant extinction
shrivelling dying in perpetual slowmotion
shrivelling dying in perpetual slowmotion
shrivelling
dying
perpetual
slowmotion
…
walk good.
flash fiction friday #74
flash fiction friday #74 trigger: write of [a] being stuck in space and/or time...
[trigger wording does not indicate specific personal beliefs about spacetime continuum and/or possibilities available to non/sentient beings but simply provides, hopefully, the most storytelling options possible within given constraints.]
rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural/thematic challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.09a.m. friday, trinbago time; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago time.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to this/my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment here on my blog).you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on this/my trigger-post or fasbook note or instastory or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago time.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.
vent.
sigh. i's try, eh. i's honestly try. but i evidently do not play well with others. i feel like i even say this here before. i's make every effort but my way is not the way for anybody but me, it seem. and that would be fine, i good with that, except fuckers keep coming 'round, asking, begging, wanting me to play. and i say no. i say so much no. but they persist. and when i say, experience is why i say no, they still persist, each convinced that he so different, he will be the one to make it work. and everytime i say, i hear better cock than you crow and still end up in the pelau...and still they insist+persist. and thus far they have each+every one all been the same in this particular regard, in spite of the plethora of protestations. not that they can bear to hear that either, any more than my no. this is a man ting i have had decades to observe: each one of them convinced that he is the one to hold me, contain me, keep me for heself and heself alone. they are each+every single one wrong. everyfuckingbody need to understand:
i am not and will never be your woman.
walk good.
fff#73
almost feel like cheating with it being sooo short, but it actually saying xackly wha' i wanted and no attempt to draw out more create anything i like better than this, so, welcome to my flash fiction friday #73; title trigger: the end.
gooey droplets of
truth
is beauty
raining
spurting
squirting
gushing
blushing
fountain
of youth.
walk good.
flash fiction friday #73
apologies; my belly send me in the kitchen in a bad timing for fff. but better late, as i always saying...flash fiction friday #73 trigger; title: the end.
rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural/thematic challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.09a.m. friday, trinbago time; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago time.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to this/my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment here on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on this/my trigger-post or fasbook note or instastory or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago time.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.
fff#72
flash fiction friday #72 trigger was brought to you by 3big hardback man in a taxi singing along lustily to, "if you don't like girls that are smarter than you, well, then you might not like me..."; inclusions: unexpected, trio, off, surround, odd.
the knife was unexpected. trio of heart, hoof, head thudding too deep, too hard to think straight, i couldn’t get past what the…
then something take over, push him off me and use his moment of surprise at my strength to snatch the blade. press it against his jaw and shock him with the strength of my other hand squeezing his throat.
“so you like danger eh,?”
no answer from the nearly-departed now at my mercy, just terror in his eyes at my smile, not understanding my glee at his demonstrating just how much he deserve his fate this night. not merely an unfaithful man, attempted violence too, and who knows what end he intend; but now violence is mine to enact this night. he will no longer get to enjoy his final act. i go use his body, take what i want, and once i relieve him of his seed, end him. and he might still get treated better than he had plan to treat me. at least, until his ghosts surround and carry him with them into eternity…man like he must have plenty.
i whisper, “i know you must be confuse. you move so easy, confident, i could tell you get away with this plenty times before so it must be odd to find yourself on the other side, so easily disarmed. but before this over it go get stranger, still; you have no idea who+what you choose to fuck with tonight.”
knife still at his neck, i undo and push down his pants with my other hand and start stroking him to readiness.
walk good.
flash fiction friday #72
flash fiction friday #72, brought to you by 3big hardback man in the taxi yesterday afternoon singing along lustily to, "if you don't like girls that are smarter than you, well, then you might not like me..."; [inclusions] trigger: unexpected, trio, off, surround, odd.
rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural/thematic challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.09a.m. friday, trinbago time; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago time.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to this/my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment here on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on this/my trigger-post or fasbook note or instastory or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago time.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.
all tings frida [plus humans are weird]
when i tell you i adore this woman! just running in quick quick to make sure i never forget this archive of frida kahlo's life+work out there, and to rest down this link to some of the loveliest alien/humans-are-weird fiction ideas i come across in ages [:
plus, as this clearly become a creative resources post, this my dearest, imposter have someting in it i like percolating, so lemme make sure i eh lose that link, neither; we go see what come...
enjoy.
walk good.
fff#71
sooo very extremely late, but still, always, better than never, my flash fiction friday #71, in honour of the ongoing bocas litfest; [inclusions] trigger: mouth, heart, illuminate, transport, transform.
who in the known universe saying no to something like that, right?! so nex’ thing i know meh mouth suddenly being ever-so-gently exhorted by a tingly, tickly, not-quite-fingery feeling…
being engaged by the proboscis as creepy as you expect, just thankfully offset (kinda) by lightness of touch, not nearly invasive as greeting one of them from gallifrey9 or from baitellejoos0 or anything so…but then come the foot-thing. nobody had tell me ‘bout that part before, and i wasn’ ready, oui. was. not. ready.
i know i had was to go in barefoot and that, in+of itself, was a scene with me, but i wasn’ trying to turn down this rare frigging moment so i tell meself, foot could wash after: jump in…
saying to meself, them needing me barefoot come like how some humans shake hands and where that originate from, ent? saying to meself, everybody have they ways, not so? saying to meself, them probably find slamming fists together a bizarre frigging way to show solidarity, too…and with all them thing i tell meself, still, just…was. not. ready.
meh heart reach in meh mouth right behind the pullback of the proboscis when this 9foot shadow of dark matter and plasma collapse from in front meh face into freeflow form and jus’ so, jus’ so, winding all around+between meh foot! all under meh arch and between meh toes and wrapping meh ankles, this cold-but-not, slippery-but-not, slithery-but-not…cyah even explain how this could possibly be stranger, more intrusive than the proboscis, but trust, was definitely the weirdest thing i ever feel in any of meh lives so far. almost make me leave outta there one time, but i couldn’ bear to not let meself get wha’ i come for after reaching so far; i mean, i done let them push proboscis all the way to soft palate, cyah back out now…i tell meself just be still…be still…breathe…
and with my nex’ deep, deep breath, the whole space behind meh closed eyes, and outside, illuminate.
everything go from greyish murk to indigo to bright light in 3blinks and it was like the first time i ever transport from outer into original space all over again, except this still feel so expansive i could tell my thoughts extending, could feel my brain growing to accommodate all this newness, could sense meh senses feeling theyself…
if you ever get offer chance to bond with a indigood, doh stick; it will transform you…
walk good.
flash fiction friday #71
flash fiction friday #71, in honour of the ongoing bocas litfest; [inclusions] trigger: mouth, heart, illuminate, transport, transform.
rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural/thematic challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.09a.m. friday, trinbago time; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago time.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to this/my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment here on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on this/my trigger-post or fasbook note or instastory or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago time.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.
even more cowbell
had a veeerrryyy useful script workshop for bbc commission yesterday and now even more excited about water more than flour! between that+bocaslitfest+lilliput+carifesta, though, my arse too damn busy for the post i wanna write, so meanwhile lemme just make sure i rest this thread here, because explaining a joke without unfunnying the entire enterprise so damn impressive, but also because this make that cowbell sketch even more hilarious...enjoy!
walk good.
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searching for soul in the receding luminescence of twilight
a film of dusk
raises off my skin
like powder from a moth's wing
shimmering,
dancing in the air
gold, purple, emerald,
burnt oranges and yellows
and rich light browns
all while the day
bleeding itself out,
stutters and stumbles to the west
a bad actor, greedy for stage
refusing to die
on time.
the sky darkens, the night-blanket is on us
a lighter flicks
a spliff is lit
weed as incense,
libations for twilight
and endless times of change.
for those who were here
and are not
and yet to come,
for seeds planted
and yet to be sown.
ritual
touching of self
hand to head
spliff to mouth inhale
exhale
repeat|repeat
while repeating, recline
and find
the oldest tapestry, the slowest motion picture
eyes feed on spot after spot
night-blanket and its holes.
my fff#75 posted right above this post on this blog, or@ https://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2019/06/fff75.html
walk good.
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