FFfAW – Blind

This is my entry for the week of December 20th 2016 at the FFfAW Challenge by Priceless Joy! This is definitely a darker entry of mine and based off of the serial I’m working on here at FOwB. The story takes place some time in the story of Winter Hounds, but will not contain any spoilers and is a stand alone, so no worries.

Either way, hope you enjoy!

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(Photo Credit by Joy Pixley!)


Blind

Joel pressed the rifle to his chest listening to his own heartbeat and the sound of his lungs as they contracted and expanded. In and out, in and out…

Under the tree, covered by snow and fog, his eyes couldn’t see anything but white. The soles of his shoes built up dirt as he scuffled, trying to control the shaking of his body.

A howl echoed from far away.

His teeth clenched together. Eyes shut closed, filling his pores further with the dirt and moisture on his face. The world had become quiet, so he stopped his breathing completely.

Gain … control … come on. Calm down Joel… come on.

But his mind whispered loudly, because Nathan, Samuel and the mighty Boone were already gone.

Another howl called out to only him. It was much closer. The hounds, the hounds were coming to get him. Joel slowly opened his eyes and raised his rifle, aiming it into the white abyss.

He waited.

And waited.

One more moment, and I’ll ru-

When the moment passed, he was dead too.

Keepsake – Part 2

Keepsake – Part 2

-Author’s Note –
This is a sequel to the six part short story, Orchestrated. It features the same characters and takes place in story two months later. Keepsake won’t spoil anything from Orchestrated and will only make small references to it. You don’t need to read Orchestrated first, but it’s recommended if you have time. ;D


My enjoyment of jigsaw puzzles is nonexistent, and apparently in the eyes of my father that was something he disapproved of. This disproval wasn’t something I was full aware of until I woke up this morning – though looking back it should have been obvious. See, it wasn’t until I stepped into the kitchen and saw the table that I realized how far my father would go to prove a point: jigsaw puzzles were worth completing.

 

It all started last night, when my dad found me sitting on the couch watching a television show, a comedy he and I viewed sometimes. He entered the room at 10PM coming home from work and said I needed to do something that stimulated the brain.

I found that suggestion unneeded. After all I had already gone to school which took up my morning and half the afternoon, did all my homework for the day and read a few chapters in a book I was reading. Giving myself to mind numbing television before going to bed seemed fair to me. In father’s eyes however, seeing me today only watch television was a reflection of how my day had gone.

Unfulfilling.

I wouldn’t disagree with that. Then again, I feel like most of my days are, so honestly it wasn’t abnormal. School, homework, recreation and relaxing. That was the summary of my life.

Either way, my father suggested ideas I could do for tomorrow.

“Austin, how about you do something besides watch Tv? How about…” he struggled to come up with an idea as he took off his jacket. It was cool enough to wear a light coat or jacket, it being the middle of October. Florida never hit below freezing temperatures though, even in the winter time.

“I don’t know. A jigsaw puzzle? Those are fun,” he tossed the idea to me.

“No,” I responded right away. “Jigsaw puzzles are boring.” I tossed it right back. Apparently, at his face because he became offended. He gave me a look of disbelieve.

Continue reading “Keepsake – Part 2”

FFfAW – Quiet

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-Quiet-

I could hear only the footsteps of my new sneakers in the dark. Being winter time, the thick air was filled with cold humidity that I took in the lungs with every breath. Quiet serenity was a river that washed away all past anxiety weighing on my shoulders. Rarely was anyone on the road – not even a passing vehicle – until my eyes fell on a young man standing under the street light.

His jacket, slumped posture and appearance left an impression that I found eerily familiar. We passed under the light and giving him a silent nod. His knees unbuckled.

Pausing, I watched him regain balance.

“You alright, kid?”

Nothing.

“Need some help?”

For a moment I wished I could hear something, the sound of breathing, or steps, frogs or crickets – it was too cold for those calls; a sign that told me life wasn’t around.

“I…” he murmured,”… I don’t know…”

An odor, liquor on his breath.

He sniffled, visibly maintaining his composure. My shoulders lowered and I smiled sympathetically. Yeah, this was a kid whose whole world had just ended.

I’d been there.

Walking over, I listened to him until he made it back home.


This is my entry for the week of December 13th 2016 at the FFfAW Challenge by Priceless Joy! I hope you all enjoy this piece of sweet melancholy. The idea was at first a story between two men, and one who couldn’t see stars. But this was the final outcome. Working on descriptions and imagery than story or dialogue. I hope you enjoy!

(Total word count was 200, hope that’s okay!)

For other entries in this week’s challenge, click here!

FFfAW – Way Out There

This is my entry for the week of December 6th 2016 at the FFfAW Challenge by Priceless Joy! I hope you all enjoy it! First time writing a Flash Fiction based on humor. ;P Also a little late I think and over the word limit! D: So sorry Joy!

Originally, this story was supposed to be the sequel to another FFfAW story I had, Lightning Girl, due to similar imagery. In the end, the idea for this story seemed more fun.

 
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(Photo Credit to Jade M. Wong! Thanks! She’s a good writer and poet so check her blog if you can.)

 


Way Out There

Zachary rushed into his room and slammed the door. Throwing all of his dirty clothes from off his bed onto the floor, he slipped off his school backpack and placed it on the bed, unzipping the small front pocket.

He breathed in slowly and then exhaled. Reaching inside, he pulled out the small glowing green crystal he had discovered.

“Where…” Zach started, trying to figure this out. “Where did you come from?”

“I came from out there.” the stone explained, an exasperated tone in its voice as though it was talking to a child. Which it was, Zach was only thirteen.

“Out there?” Zach pointed up.

“Yes.”

“In… a spaceship?” He hoped his mom didn’t overhear him having this conversation.

“Yes.”

“…What kind?”

“A transport unit unlike my own form. We pass this planet often actually, even land to study it.”

“You mean…” he asked confused. “In your form, like a rock? You come from Meteors?”

“Yes.”

“Oh…” Zach started to calm. Then he looked thoughtful. “But… how do you, well…” he waved his arms in the air for emphases. “Build it?”

“…”

Zach stared and blinked, waiting for a response. Finally, the stone dryly responded.

“…it takes a while.”

Winter Hounds – 11 – Howl Little One, Howl

Winter Hounds – 11 – Howl Little One, Howl

She was just about to pull the trigger. The wolf was about to leap.

 

And then…

 

Piercing, shaking and sudden, a loud howl echoed across the snowy plain. It was so loud and close, Naomi immediately glanced in its direction, frowning. Had she missed one? Another attack from behind?

 

Her eyes immediately refocused to the wolf to land a killing blow when she saw the creature had also been visibly stunned by the noise. It leapt backward, ears down and staring to its right. Immediately, as she registered this and hesitated, the wolf ran toward her.

 

“No!” she shouted, and fired her rifle at the skirmishing form. The bullet missed, hitting the snow. Naomi backed up, knowing she was done for – when the wolf just ran past her. Scared, it soared across the snow at an amazing speed and disappeared among all the chopped trees. Regaining her footing, she tried to reload her rifle again while searching for some sign of life.

 

Nothing.

 

Nothing.

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Keepsake – Part 1

Keepsake – Part 1

-Author’s Note –
This is a sequel to the six part short story, Orchestrated. It features the same characters and takes place in story two months later. Keepsake won’t spoil anything from Orchestrated and will only make small references to it. You don’t need to read Orchestrated first, but it’s recommended if you have time. ;D

 


I noticed the odor coming off my shoes as I walked up the stairs. I didn’t like taking them off at the front door of our house every time I came home, but that was mom’s rule and one dad supported. Our entire house was wooded floors and they had to remain clean and spotless. Still, it’s not like a big deal. I’d gotten used to carrying them in my hands. As usual I rushed up two steps at a time into my room.

 

Stepping passed my door, throwing my backpack into the nearby corner with my shoes kicked off in the same direction, I felt excitement wash over me. There were scuff marks on the white walls from former throws and surely I’d just left more. But that’s alright.

 

It was Friday night, with the entire rest of the weekend to enjoy!

 

Quickly, reaching over to the coffee table in the middle of my room where the remote rested, I pressed play and the music to my stereo system simply blasted its tunes. Guitars sprung to life and drums hit their beat. I started to tap to the rhythm and couldn’t help but grin.

Continue reading “Keepsake – Part 1”