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.

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!)

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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.”

FFfAW – July 16, 1945

This is my entree for the week of November 22nd 2016 at the FFfAW Challenge by Priceless Joy! I hope you all enjoy it! I wanted to do something a little different for this one, and while I really didn’t do too much research for the details of the story, hopefully it still gets the message across.

Please check out other entrees for this photo prompt as well!

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July 16, 1945

The first thing I saw was the light.

Far into the distance and across the sea, an encompassing aura lit the sky, and blotched out the falling sun. We did that, with just the flick of a switch. We had forced night itself into day.

The second thing I saw was the sound.

And I could see it. That shockwave carried waves across the ocean. The dust was caught in a mighty roar – or was it the earth’s unmistakable cry for help? The very hillside I stood on, with my companions, shook and shivered, and ached in pain. In another moment, the invisible wave hit us.

We were prepared, protected and shielded. We were at a safe distance, one we had calculated. Still…

“Robert…” I spoke faintly to my friend, barely able to breathe. Oh God… What have we done? 

We’ve gone too far.

“Yes? Yes, Kennedy?” he asked me, a mixture of astonishment and fear on his face, that I know was reflected on mine.

“… Now we are all sons of bitches.”

End