Posted in Word Prompt

Lamb / Staunch

RDP Lamb
FOWC Staunch

A lone lamb grazed in the middle of a field just outside our walls. We watched her every now and then, stopping our mindless buzzing about our small town. She wandered through the grasses, eventually making her way towards our bubble. She pressed her nose against the shield designed to protect us from the outside world. Her pink flesh caused rainbow waves of light to roll along the translucent surface. She seemed to delight in this, hopping away before venturing back. 

Some despaired. “Nothing can live out there.”

One group petitioned the village leaders to take on the responsibility of saving the lamb’s life. They refused, as our leaders are apt to do.

We gathered along the wall, watching the lamb come and go, expecting she would cease to appear at any moment. 

The lamb persisted, staunchly ignoring the limits of our expectations.

Image from Pexel’s Photo Library (isn’t it cute?!)

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Silence / Tell

RDP: Silence
FOWC: Tell

Short, simple … I tried to make this into just a six word story but couldn’t quite work it out.

Don’t tell me your ‘what if’s’

Your silence is all I needed to hear.

Photo from the Pexel’s photo library – though I’d love to take a photo like this one day it is not mine.

Posted in Word Prompt

Penumbra / Category

RDP: Penumbra
FOWC: Category
I’ve had a thing lately with writing about the “boring side” of being a grim reaper.

Photo from the Pexels library

Under the penumbra left by the Moon the priests got to work. The ceremony was far from categorical but each soul willingly submitted to being ripped from its body. 

“For the gods!”

If only they knew. 

The only thing waiting for them now was a group of bored reapers, a processing team, to shuffle them away. Then lines, lines eternal, as they stood waiting for paperwork to be completed.

One of the souls wandered towards them, bewildered by its new state. 

“There should be gold, all of the gods glory …”

Kevin, the senior-most reaper and stick in the mud of the team, stepped forward with his clipboard and a smirk.

“Name? I’ll need you to follow me. We’ll start your processing. The current wait is about 2 millenia but it won’t be bad. We’ll play some music.”

Posted in Word Prompt

Lighten/Meme

RDP: Lighten
FOWC: Meme

Sometimes, after a good round of doom scrolling, I feel the need to lighten the load. It’s reasonable I think. I typically retreat to the mainstays of internet comedy, memes. 

But meme’s can get dark too, a doom scrolling of a different type. 

Yesterday a meme of Marie Antoinette’s head came up. 

I smiled at first but then it was time for the execution to begin.

Maybe we’ll call this tales from the executioner.

Posted in flash fiction, Word Prompt

Sangfroid, Instead and Vampires

RDP: Sangfroid
FOWC: Instead

Offering a sort of sangfroid, the music was unlike anything the crowd had ever heard. Notes weaving from the stage slid their ways into the patrons brains.

They swayed.

They bounced.

They flailed.

They … except Marlon. A singular bastion of disgust in a sea of enthralled fish.

Marlon watched the band jump around the stage creating a cacophony.

“I will never understand.”

“You don’t have to! Just let the music take you!” His right hand woman, Aileen, jumped around beside him. “I can’t stop!” 

“I can’t imagine why. Instead of dancing why don’t you help kill the vampires.”

Aileen spun away, joining with another vibrating group of club patrons. 

“Fine, I’ll do it myself.”

Posted in stream of consciousness

We Don’t Have To Stay

Slowly this aberration emerged, a plume of thick smoke sneaking between the cracks in the wall. We were no longer welcome here.

As if the stiff lipped fear ever meant we could stay. 

A collective thought grew among us, slow and warming, passed in the offering plate from one to another and nurtured with each passing hand.

Who are we to stay? 

In the darkness we gathered what little we could claim and disconnected ourselves from this place.

Incorporating a couple of the daily words. Abberation from FOWC and emerge from RDP.

Posted in flash fiction, Word Prompt

The Birds

“It’s …”
“The ubiquitous silence maybe?”
“Is that why we’re whispering?”
“I guess …”

Trees stretched to the sky, blocking out all but scattered patches of fading sunlight. An absolute stillness settled over the forest cloaking it in a deep harrowing silence. Dina swallowed her breath, scared to draw the forests stoic attention towards the duo. Riza’s skin prickled against the percieved threat of quiet.

“Where are the birds?”

FOWC: Ubiquitous

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