Flash – Fever

Flash – Fever

For the Writing Adventure Group topic: Altered States as well as the #fridayflash group. “I think I have a fever.” Genevieve gathered up her long hair in a twist to keep it from tugging if she rolled over in the night. The heat behind her eyes and the sweat down her back didn’t worry her though. No, it was the little girl standing beside her bed that gave her alarm. Dressed in a tutu and...

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Caroline

Caroline

For the Writing Adventure Group topic: Broken as well as the #fridayflash group. Caroline Caroline’s world wavered as though exposed to intense heat. Events paused in excruciating echoes of plans undone and severed schedules. The fragmentation had begun with the sound of a car’s horn blaring in a panicky plea for fate to, just this once, pass by.  She heard her own heart hammer and...

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Reaver

Reaver

I wrote this short fantasy piece for the Writing Adventure Group topic: Habits. As was his habit, Krel came to his private gallery to think. He walked among the delicate hovering globes and tapped the thin glass with an extended claw. The souls within shimmered as a perfect tones echoed off the stone walls. Each orb would produce a different note, dependant not on its shell, but the timbre of the...

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Crimes Against Hairdresserhood

Crimes Against Hairdresserhood

This post is part of the Writing Adventure Group topic: Crimes and Misdemeanours. My hair is now eight inches longer than it was in the profile pictures I use online, and I recently decided I needed bangs. “Why didn’t you just go to the hairdresser?” a Certain Highlander asked me while observing the results of my “learned-it-on-YouTube” self-trim. A man in a novel...

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Surprise!

Surprise!

This week has been a tough one! I’ve been thinking about this week’s WAG topic: “The Unexpected” since Friday, and I’ve realised that very little surprises me these days. The topic was: “So observe (or imagine) someone who is experiencing something they didn’t see coming. It can be something big or small.” Determined to observe surprise, I saw the...

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The Invisible Man

The Invisible Man

[This is for the Writing Adventure Group topic "Ripples".] His words were barbed wire, shot out of his mouth at terrifying speed, aimed where I was softest. I saw his profile on Facebook the other day. I’m not sure why I looked. Perverse curiousity? I don’t love him anymore. I don’t think about him unless something reminds me. But still I looked. I found his dad’s name...

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