Flash Fiction 5

Plumping down on the spotted shroom, she tossed her load to the side. “Adventuring is hard work”, she sighed. It had been at least twenty minutes since she set out on her quest, and she really needed a PB&J. “Oh no, I forgot to pack a knife. I guess I can use my fingers.” She twisted the cap off and spread a glop on the bread.

Sniff, sniff. She heard the thing before she saw it. What was it? It looked like a mole almost, but it stood upright. And it could speak! “Gives us the bread.” It demanded of her. “Gives it to us now.” It swayed forward and back, in a drunken state, stubby arms grasped.

More amused than scared, she defied it. “No! You little vermin, get out of here and leave me alone.” She pursed her cherub face and added, “This is my samwich.”

“We makes you deal. Yes! We is so hungry. We makes you deal for sammich.” It reached into its fur, dug around, pulled it forth. “Here. Takes it. Magical flea!”

“No!” She reiterated. “I have no need for your bugs! You get going sir! I have been harrassed by you long enough mister.”

“Magical flea!” It shoved it in her face. The flea jumped. The mole-man swiped the sandwich and scurried off into the prickers.

“Why you!” She screamed, but it was too late. She could feel it crawling in her hair. “Ouch!” It bit her, she scratched. “Ow!” It bit again. She ran off, scratching to no avail.

Ten minutes of running. Ten minutes of scratching. Ten minutes of crying. She found herself in a clearing. A shimmering pool laid at its center. “Aha! I’ll wash you out damn flea!” She stripped naked and dove in. The water refreshed her, the bite marks calmed. “Ahh. That’s better.” “Ouch!” It bit her again!

She flailed about. Stubbed her toe on something sharp. “A sword!” She reached down and held it aloft. It gleamed, water poured down its edge. It kept pouring down its edge. Water continued to drip from the sword, not stopping. “A magical sword!” She tried to switch hands, to let go. She couldn’t. “A cursed magical sword. Oh you damn flea! What have you gotten me into?”

She crawled from the pool, already starting to recede into earth. The swords previous owner, what remained of it, lay at the bottom. Water started pooling around her feet. Her bare skin grew cold and wet. The corpse moved. It lurched at her, claws scratched her face.

“Ouch!” The flea bit deep. She stumbled back, just as it would have taken her head. “Not now flea!” The flea bit again, hard! She tried to scratch, but her hand was still trapped to the sword, unable to release. The sword struck home, cleaved the creature’s hand.

It howled. Fell back. Liquid pools for eyes stared at her. It crouched and lunged. The flea bit her side! She grasped at it, other arm thrust straight out, contorted in pain. The ghoul impaled itself, its guts flopped to the ground. It fell from her grasp. The creature didn’t stir.

Water continued to seep from the sword. A pool began to form around the corpse. She saw her prize. She wasted no time, snatched it from its neck. An amulet, blue as the ocean, shaped in a heart. She wandered off, weary of her adventure. “Ouch. Okay flea. You can stay.”


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Flash Fiction 4

“Ugh! I give up.” Papers flew into the air, flipped and fluttered. But then something strange. They started to take shape!

Smash. A gnarled, black and barren tree slammed down, rooted itself in the floor. A crow settled on its branches. A giant spider peaked
kaleidoscope eyes from behind the trunk.

“Oh my,” was all she could say. Astonishment snatched her breath as the pages transformed into more painted horrors. A jackle cackled. A
satyr blew its pipes. She stood transfixed, unable to move. The spider crawled up to her, under her, propped her on its carapice.

“My goddess, my creator, we need thee.” She heard the voice in her head.

Red light cracked the tree’s trunk. It opened. Revealed a door, ancient stone stairs descending inside.

She fought for control, but the pipes had her. She panicked. The spider lurched forward, carried her to the tree.

“Don’t fight lady. We appreciate you. We love you.” Flames danced in the demon’s pupils. They began descending the steps, the tree closed
behind. “Don’t you love us?” Her fear beat in her chest, strangled her lungs, punched her guts. “What goes up, must come down.”

The spider circled. The satyr followed playing its pipes. It grew hot. Great fires blazed through the hollow. She tried to turn away. A
barren hellscape and all her horrors waited. Their teeth gnashed, tongues licked their lips in greeting.

Through dust and flames she spied a great throne. It was vacant. They crawled forward, wails of misery assaulted her. “Your new home lady,
queen of the hopeless.” The pipes ceased their playing and she ceased to care.


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Flash Fiction 1

“‘Mraaww! Mrrraaaaawwww!’, he growled at me. Shoved that moldy canvas sack at me. I got the picture. I popped the drawer and started shoveling cash into it, but he just got angrier. He pitched a fit as you can see. Flipped everything upside down. It was scary as hell. Little Norma, the butcher’s widow, she practically fainted. Fell back in that corner to escape. I didn’t know what he wanted. Not until he smashed through the gate, ripped the sack back, and took them himself. All the smokes we had in the shop and half the lighters to boot! And then he ran out the door, straight through the damn glass! That shit is tempered, how’d he do that?”

“You say he was wearing a halloween costume?”

“Yes officer. Big shaggy mess. Smelled like a buck in mating season too! So tall, he barely fit in the store.”

“We’ll find him. Call your insurance and…”

“Hey chief! Come over here, you ain’t gonna believe this.”

“Damn Obi. Those are some big feet.”

 


This was inspired by Wendy, paid for with Simbi credits. Don’t know what Simbi is? It’s an app to exchange/barter your services for others’ services or simbi credits that you can spend on others’ services/or even products! Simbi as in simbiotic partnerships. The future of trade is here. Join me and many others in a brand new community.