fff#81
nolan died, then tony died, and i couldn't write. couldn't think.
my latest-ever-submitted flash fiction friday #81; [inclusions] trigger: blood, bite, sting, fight, swing.
not real. not true. tell yourself: not real, not true.
if you tell yourself hard enough, if you insist, the universe go make it so. no?
yes.
not real.
not true.
that feeling, that tingly feeling, tiptoeing, racing up your spine and spreading from the back of your neck to trill behind your ears…that feeling? ignore it. it not real, not true.
sometimes blood rush because tha’s wha’ blood do; biology always on the move; spidey-senses spin salacious stories but sometimes a random feeling just random, because, life, existence, being human…
just be and let be.
let it be.
dismiss the pricking anxiety. fight the urge to wildly assume then conjecture scenarios of graphic extremity. you know your imagination swing wilder than most realities.
you know better and only you run you. bite the inside of your lip, just enough to bring focus to physical pain, to what is, what you know, what real, true. do not let your paranoia best you.
tell yourself the turning in your stomach is gas.
tell yourself the fine hairs bristling do not know everything, or even anything, perhaps.
tell yourself what these feelings tell you not real, not true:
not every time your earlobes sting you getting horn.
walk good.
flash fiction friday #81
slightly late but i put 5pawpaw in the ground before i reach here, so, fight me.
flash fiction friday #81; [inclusions] trigger: blood, bite, sting, fight, swing.
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).
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 online).
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 leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.
fff#80
this fff was a scene and a half, too many damn ideas and none coming together; but i think i like how it eventually did, even if it take so long i do absolutely zero finessing. this is totally a 1st draft, which i never, ever, ever put out into the world, but fff is to experiment, right? so, flash fiction friday #80; [inclusions] trigger: root, fruit, truth, youth, brute.
she lift her face, slowly lift her mouth, pulling up the corners of her lips, and then her cheeks, allowing her lips to part, slightly, and making sure to crinkle the corners of her eyes; never forget the eyes, make it look real. she tilt her head one side and let the expression linger, trying to keep it alive. very important, life, in facial expressions, if you want to be believed. and she did. she allow herself to lick her lips, knowing how it would read.
his voice cut through her intense concentration on their faces, what hers was doing and how his was reacting; she watched his mouth make words.
“but first you need to listen to your bullerman friend…”
she consider rolling her eyes. probably the expected response but was the actual effort necessary? he continue talking with only briefest pause; it wasn’t.
“…and ditch this tacky look.”
good thing she decide to conserve her energy+effort before because now the eyeroll was necessary; friends like this were so much work.
“fine, ignore my good advice. doh say nobody never tell you truth about this…mess…” he waved expansively in her direction, encompassing her whole self.
she wasn’t sure how to respond but know she wasn’t changing a damn thing.
her bullerman friend was uninformed about her intentions. if she wanted what her bullerman friend presume she want from the youthman, possibly-tacky mighta be cause for concern but her bullerman friend’s concern was rooted in a deeply wrong assumption about her reason for suddenly taking on said youth. after months of his not-even-remotely subtle advances she had had enough and decide was time. he didn’t know yet but would find out soon enough. is not like she need him to prepare; his surprise would be half her fun. and in that spirit, she was keeping it spontaneous. even though she decide days ago it going down, she didn’t decide until right then when he come up in the oldtalk and she find herself saying she so bored she studying to check him, that it was right now. as the “feel I going and…” tumble from her mouth and she see the reaction them words make, decision done. it was on. if only the youthman were getting lucky like how her bullerman friend imagine…
possibly-tacky was actually perfect. she just happen to be wearing clothes she eh really care about, so when she bring the real surprise, potential mess wouldn’t matter; everything she had on could burn after. not her bullerman friend fault he eh know all that; plenty he eh need to know. she just needed to give herself something, to make the wait more bearable. the youthman would be a gift, an entertainment, a briefly-thrilling diversion, while waiting to reap the fruit of her labours on this patiently-cultivated friendship. and her bullerman friend would be worth the work. all the smiling, laughing, eyerolling, kikiing, feigned interest, faux-scandalosity, carefully curated expressions of “i feel you!”, all would be worthwhile, when her bullerman friend open the door she desperately want to enter and give access to her ultimate desire. the youthman could even be a practise for how she intend to finish off the one she waiting to encounter when she get through…
she thought of the youthman inevitable shock when he realise sex was not all she come to take from him, and feel something like a smirk developing. she use it the easiest way; let it happen, let it grow, let it be, real, at least, as real as she’s get, then,
“is real long since i indulge mehself…i going and have my way with that, every which way, all how. he only feel he in big people ting but he eh ready for me. all the talk he talk all these months, i go use+abuse that boy tonight tonight. when i done with he so, he go cyah make a note.”
“oooh! et tu, yuh brute? yesss, destruction of man in yuh pwef!”
“when i come so, tha’ youthman eh go know what hit him.”
she pull up the corner of her lip, intending to make a devilish smile, not even realising how close to real it become…
walk good.
flash fiction friday #80
i was sooo close to being right on time today but that mosquito@11.59am needed killing, and i have no apologies for that. with no further ado, flash fiction friday #80; [inclusions] trigger: root, fruit, truth, youth, brute.
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).
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 online).
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 leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.
fff#79
my possibly-latest-ever fff; far from perfect but that not wha' fff for, and i like the idea's possibilities, which is wha' fff for. so, flash fiction friday #79; [conceptual] trigger: a future.
it had a time when we used to be able to just call them, yes. serious. parents used to like to bawl behind their children enough so names was easy to know, and it didn’t have no aircondition then, was open window, so we would just call them, literally. had a time was just to wait on parents to turn their back, and whisper. wait on parents to leave the room, and coax. wait for them to send the children in their bed, and cajole. curious children, wayward children, disobedient children, call their name, they’s yours. inquisitive children, insolent children, indolent children, call their name, yours. prying children, crying children, lying children, call them, they’s yours. fas’ children, ‘fraid children, force-ripe children, call them…we used to eat we belly full. we had it nice, them times. we get spoil.
then come the dearth. we just wasn’t keeping up. times was changing, children was changing, but we was still hunting same way, or at least, trying to. trying and failing, mostly. we get accustom to good eating, then good food get hard to find. couldn’t just call names to get their attention again, not like long time. we had to learn getting followers take more than that. we who had only voice, and not even the benefit of face, had to compete with mass media and devices. we who can only walk away from our intention had to learn to navigate+infiltrate the virtual world…
the weak among we say it was impossible and accept the inevitable wasting away of them left on the fringes of cultural memory. but the douen-who-lead-from-behind…yes, who else? the douen-who-lead-from-behind come out from the forest and snatch the first mobile phone and discover the secret of connection and the scale of contacts and save alla-we! allyuh so only know to call on device and ting but when some of we who out here long time talk ‘bout calling for we dinner…
is a whole new world out here these days.
walk good.
flash fiction friday #79
today was not for me; it get hijack from early o'clock. but i eh vex. i was useful today, even if it make fff trigger late. always better late than never and this late is because of worthwhile causes so, all deadlines extended accordingly, onward+upward+whatnot.
flash fiction friday #79; [conceptual] trigger: a future.
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).
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 online).
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 leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.
fff#78
late, again, but closer to deadline than las' rounds, my flash friday #78; inclusion trigger: sick, prick, flick, stick, lick.
“i doh usually do tings like this.”
“me, neither.”
smirking, “right…”
“listen. i only reach here because my girlfriend insist i come. she say she need to stage an intervention before my nani get cobweb…wow, probably shoulda leave out that…”
laughing, “i mean…”
“lewwe just pretend i did, right? nice, thanks. sooo, ahm…wha’ you do?”
“nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, web-nani is a serious ting i think we should address seriously. so, how long?”
“what?”
“how long you think you have? before the situation dire, nah…”
“steups.”
“just concerned about your health and wellbeing, yuhknow…”
“right. thanks, eh, thanks.” faux-reluctant sideways smile, whisper-not-quite-to-self, “ass.”
“alright, so what do you do?”
“unfair. i ask first.”
“yes, but talking about you so much fun so far…”
“nah. why should i share more when you not sharing?”
“i hate this question; my answer so boring. policy analyst . you?”
“i hate this question, too…”
“why?”
“i feel like when people hear the answer is just a buncha familiar words that doh come together to mean anything in their mind. and then i have to explain, except they doh really wanna know.”
curious stare.
sighing, “research. evolutionary developmental biology.”
“serious?”
“ahm…yes.”
“very cool; what you researching?”
“weirdo, what is wrong with you? and can we not go down that hole yet? lewwe talk about other tings little bit first, nah…”
“if you insist.”
“i do.”
“like?”
“me eh know; just not work.”
“do you not like what you do?”
“i do, but didn’t come out for that.”
“right, you only here to prevent the dreaded sickness, arachnani.”
“steups.”
“but here’s wha’ i doh understand: shouldn’t somebody with your knowledge+expertise be able to come up with some other means of inoculating oneself, rather than subjecting yourself to the horrors of public engagement?”
“maybe i like a little engagement, from time to time; like i said, tonight not about work.”
“mmhmm. perhaps i can help…”
“oh?”
“with inoculation, without you having to work.”
“oh?”
“might have just the thing, if you can handle a little prick…”
mock appalled, “little?!”
“what i mean is, it won’t hurt. much.”
laughing, openly, “ass!”
---
“so you tell your girl her plan work?”
“excuse you? all i agree to is linking up since both of we happen to want to take in this flick and we will be saying goodnight by my gate, so me eh know what exactly you think going on tonight and where the ass you get that idea, misterman.”
“sooo sorry, eh, ma’am; didn’t mean to suggest…”
“damn right, blasted perv!”
laughter.
“thanks, though. i real stick when the girls was looking to go, and i hate going cinema alone; i need somebody to talk about it as soon as we walk out. and tha’ was real good!”
“ent!”
---
dark. “ugh. head killing me…what…what happen?”
“relax. everything alright; you safe.”
“wait, i cyah see…”
“take your time, doh fight up, you alright…”
“why my hands tie? why i cyah see? what the ass going on?”
“relax, babes. i here and you safe. i just needed your full attention for awhile…”
almost offended, “babes?! what the fuck?!”
“aye, easy. take it easy and i go explain everything.”
“take it easy?! take it fucking easy?! when i cyah see and my hand tie up?”
“sorry, i truly sorry i had to do that, just couldn’t risk you waking up confuse and lashing out. i feel when you so get vex, small as you is, you go lick me down. and i promise…all i want is your help…”
---
walk good.
flash fiction friday #78
flash fiction friday #78; inclusion trigger: sick, prick, flick, stick, lick.
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).
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 online).
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 leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.
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