Soar Lemming Soar

100 words about an artist who never finishes what he starts
photo by Michael Browning 

‘Sam! I’ve had another idea. A better one. I think this is the one, you know?’

‘So we’re doing that again?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Do you remember last time?’

‘Last time was different. It was a bad idea, I see it now. But this isn’t.’

‘Give it two weeks… I think you should see the current one through.’

‘You don’t understand, I have to follow my muse.’

‘Last time you said your muse was a jerk sometimes. Sure she isn’t leading you off a cliff again?’

‘I’ve never been so sure of anything.’

‘Dave… You say that every time.’

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Can you guess what this week’s Moral Mondays prompt is?

Flash Fiction Day 2016: One Day, 12 Stories

Can I write twelve stories in a day? I have plenty of material to inspire me, thanks to the lovely people who left writing prompts yesterday.

I’ll update this post with new stories throughout the day. But be warned, some of them might be a lot less polished than my usual work.  Continue reading

TLT: Stargazing (& pingback problems)

Quick note: There’s a WP-wide problem with pingbacks at the moment which affects some, but it seems not all sites. Please take a moment to check whether a link to your three-line tale shows up in this week’s TLT comments or in the Reader under the #3LineTales tag.

TLT week 19 – space
photo by NASA 

He spends all night gazing at far away, long dead balls
of incandescent plasma, so she decides to
find herself a man who only has eyes for her.

The Parasite

100 words about a vampire's victimThis is your worst nightmare.

Him, with a new girl. You see the resemblance between her and your former self – a full-blooded whirlwind bursting with youth and life.

Had you been honest with yourself, you’d have seen tonight coming. He left you a husk of your bubbly self. You’re as pale as he is, as close to death before he’s had a drink; you can’t provide the life-force he needs any longer.

New Girl may think this is what she wants. Didn’t you? She’ll come to regret her choice soon.

If only you could muster the energy to warn her.

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Story 29 of 31 for Story A Day May.

Fanboy

‘Told ya it’s bigger than it looks.’

‘Bit like the TARDIS, isn’t it?’

‘Suppose.’

‘Definitely a bit like the TARDIS. I’m not happy with this neighbourhood.’

‘I know, you keep saying.’

‘But if it’s the price for living in a TARDIS-like environment… Right. I need an outfit?’

‘Wha’?’

‘Well, I’ve got my companion sorted, now I need a distinctive look.’

‘If ya think I’m gonna be your damsel in distress…’

‘Haven’t you been paying attention? It’s the companion who saves the Doctor more often than not. Don’t run off.’

‘We’ve boxes to unpack. Or is that the companion’s job, too?’

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Story 21 of 31 for Story A Day.

Lady M(ermaid)

Sleeping Mermaid – (c) Sonya, 2015

The Little Mermaid took the knife and ran to the prince’s bedroom. She loved him. But if she couldn’t have him, she didn’t want another woman to have him, either. She plunged the knife into his heart, put it in his new wife’s hand and wet her feet with his blood. They stopped hurting. She flung herself out the window and into the sea, watching her legs turn into a fishtail again.

Despite the transformation, the Little Mermaid wasn’t herself anymore. She spent her days rubbing away an invisible stain on her tail, voicelessly complaining about her ever bloody feet.

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Story 19 of 31 for Story A Day May – today’s prompt suggested we retell a fairy tale, so I injected a little Shakespeare into the ending of the Little Mermaid.

Late Night Mess

100 words about a couple who can't agree if they should move in with each other
photo by Harry Tang 

‘Oops, I don’t think I’ve any clean clothes at yours.’

‘I’ve been thinking… Isn’t it time we moved in with each other?’

‘Why? This works, doesn’t it?’

‘But we spend most nights together anyway.’

‘Yes, most. Not all, though.’

‘Because of logistics. If we lived together, we wouldn’t have to negotiate where to sleep. We wouldn’t have to carry clean clothes from and dirty ones back to our respective homes.’

‘Doesn’t bother me. And I gave you the bottom drawer.’

‘I want more than a drawer.’

‘You know what I want? Sleep alone.’

He watches her disappear into the night.

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Story 9 of 31 for Story A Day, inspired by today’s Moral Mondays prompt.

Blind Date on May the Fourth

10 words about someone who has never seen Star WarsThe blind date’s an unexpected success. I tell Jeremy – never liked that name, so I had low expectations but I may have to revisit my opinion – I need the loo, which is true but really, I need to text Gem. Say thank you for forcing me to go. I tried to weasel my way out and Gem would not have it.

‘Wait a moment, there’s a bunch of twats in fancy dress who try to take pictures with everyone.’

‘They’re Jedi.’

‘Is that supposed to mean something?’

Or maybe my opinion on guys named Jeremy is spot on, after all.

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Story 4 of 31 for Story A Day May, with apology to all Jeremys.

Better Late

100 words about better late than never
photo by Taylor Davidson 

He comes home way past dinner time again and acts as if it’s okay he ignored my calls all night.

‘Soup might still be warm if you’re lucky.’

I don’t know why I’m even talking to him.

‘Sorry, honey. Work meeting ran over.’

To the pub? Does he really believe I can’t smell the booze on his breath?

‘Better late, right?’

There’s nothing different about tonight, with one exception.

‘Yes, better late.’

I’ve dutifully swallowed his lies for weeks, but I can’t leave standing up for myself until late turns into never. Tonight, I take my bags and start over.

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(Story 2 of 31 for Story A Day, inspired by this week’s Moral Mondays prompt: better late than never)