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Friday Fiction- Real Magic
Here’s a bit of flash fiction for you, inspired by some pretty amazing kids.
“Okay, Lizzy, we’ve got ten minutes left. What do you want to talk about?”
Lizzy looked up at the ceiling as she thought about what she wanted to say. After a few seconds her eyes traveled back down and scanned the screen which had been permanently affixed in a propped position on the tray in front of her.
“I’m…magic.” A young girl’s voice projected from the device’s speaker as Lizzy chose her words from her text-to-talk communication program. Continue reading
Friday Fiction- Part 4 and The End of Metamorph
“You know they won’t keep them more than a night for this,” Marie said as the cop car pulled away with the three men who’d assaulted her.
“Maybe we’ll get lucky and they’ll have some outstanding warrants,” I replied.
Marie scoffed.
“It’ll get worse before it gets better; you know that, right?” Marie asked as she started down the sidewalk.
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Friday Fiction- Part 3 of Metamorph
The two men who held the struggling woman noticed me first and shouted a warning. The third man turned and looked up in surprise as I pushed off the wall with both feet and arched through the air above him. I tucked my knees and flipped at then end so that I came down feet first, facing the greasy-haired rough.
I landed with a splash in shallow puddle that glistened like gasoline in the faint light filtering from the street. My arms came up, ready to block as Greasy Hair whipped his belt from the last loop, and brandished the heavy gold buckle like a weapon. Continue reading
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Friday Fiction- Part 2 of Metamorph
My new skills had nothing to do with the personal metamorphosis machine, that was strictly for disguises. The skills I planned to test were those I’d learned how to enhance genetically.
After tightening the straps of my stream-lined backpack, I took off down the dark alley at a steady run. My stride lengthened and my foot speed increased as I turned a corner and started down a long stretch of empty sidewalk. Continue reading
Friday Fiction- Part 1 of Metamorph
After programming my desired settings, I opened my personal metamorphosis machine and stepped inside. I turned and pressed my back against the cool gelatinous wall. The front of the casket-shaped box began to move toward me. I forced my breathing to stay even as my lips wrapped around the breathing tube and then cool gel formed against the front of my body.
For five minutes I tried, and failed, to push away thoughts of the power going out, or a fuse blowing; of being stuck inside what I liked to call “the coffin” until I starved to death. Continue reading
Friday Fiction- Reality Check
Andrew pushed the bedroom door open, pausing just prior to the inevitable creak of the hinges. He peered through the crack into the semi-dark room.
Aurora laid on her back on the mattress. Her eyes were closed and her chest rose and fell with shallow, even breaths; anyone else would have thought she slept.
He opened the door and let light spill in from the hallway as he walked to the side of the bed. Aurora’s eyes shifted beneath her dark-smudged lids. One corner of her mouth twitched occasionally in the closest thing to a smile he’d seen from her in weeks. Continue reading
Friday Fiction- The End of the Fairy Tale (Part 10)
Eddie stared through the glass window of the hospital room at Snow’s sleeping form. He pressed one hand against the pane; the other he balled into a fist until his nails dug into his palm.
“You did everything you could son.” Doc put a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “It’s time you get some rest.”
“I can’t leave her,” Eddie whispered. “I need to be here.” Continue reading
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Tagged Fairy Tale Redux, Friday fiction, modern day fairy tale, short story series
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Friday Fiction- Fairy Tale Redux Part 9 (of 10)
“Isabella, I do wish you’d call me mother. After all, it’s been ten years.” Her stepmother walked forward and stopped at the edge of the old men’s long table. She placed a basket on the wooden surface.
“What do you want?” Isabella asked warily.
“I’ve come to apologize.” Her stepmother opened the basket and carefully pulled out an apple pie. She set it in the middle of the table and then withdrew two plates and two forks. “I brought your favorite dessert, as a peace offering.” Continue reading
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Tagged Fairy Tale Redux, Friday fiction, Modern Fairy Tale, short story series
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Friday Fiction- Fairy Tale Redux Part 8 (of 10)
The morning flew by as Isabella tackled a list of chores that had been long neglected. She swept, mopped, scrubbed, polished, filled salt shakers and ketchup bottles; the one thing she could not seem to accomplish was to stop thinking about Eddie. She even tried listening in on the old men’s exhaustive conversation regarding the expected corn yield for the year, but it was no use.
After a lunch of roast beef sandwiches with a side of potato salad, Isabella’s new-found friends began to push back from the table and gather up their coats.
“Are you leaving?” Isabella asked. Continue reading
Friday Fiction- Fairy Tale Redux Part 7
“Good morning,” Isabella said to the back of Eddie’s head as he stared out the window. “What would you like to eat?”
Eddie turned. His eyes widened and a slow smile stretched across his face.
“Uh, the usual,” he replied.
“Oh, well, I’m new here,” Isabella felt heat rise to her face as she stumbled over her words. “Sorry, what is your usual?”
“Whatever Doc’s making,” Eddie replied with a wink. Continue reading
