Sometimes I wonder if the world is being run by smart people who are putting us on, or by imbeciles who really mean it.
- Mark Twain
Friday, June 05, 2009
Flash fiction Friday
In 55 words or less, write a complete story? Hmm...
All that was left behind: the room bathed in icy light broken music notes laying carelessly, in pieces, on the floor, the look in your eyes, cloudy and knowing and mournful.
Once upon a time, there was a man named Bernard. He was a saucy little fellow who devoted his life to dancing on top of tables. One day he slipped on a banana peel and died. The end.
His cries were salvos shot towards heaven, even at the end, for the god to save him, but the only response was an echo, nothing more. And there upon the brink of the world he stepped off the precipice into the darkness of the void. The crushing weight of the abyss bore upon him full force, driving his heart into his chest, igniting it like a sun. He burst into a million lightning charged fragments, filaments of fire, stretching for all eternity.
The end was greater than he knew, for now it was a new beginning, unfurled into oblivion. All that was is, and will be, and will always be, forever. He never knew such hope and calamity, infinity and despair...and he was alone, the only one...
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The wind is blowing through the hold where the windshield used to be. Memories of falling and tumbling replay as the sounds of sirens converge.
As the doctor drones in his own language gravity returns to me; I can feel again.
I point to the silver sports car and ask the salesman "How much?"
Once upon a time, there was a man named Bernard. He was a saucy little fellow who devoted his life to dancing on top of tables.
One day he slipped on a banana peel and died.
The end.
Ooh we've gone all posh on our blog now then! :D
Very good.
His cries were salvos shot towards heaven, even at the end, for the god to save him, but the only response was an echo, nothing more. And there upon the brink of the world he stepped off the precipice into the darkness of the void. The crushing weight of the abyss bore upon him full force, driving his heart into his chest, igniting it like a sun. He burst into a million lightning charged fragments, filaments of fire, stretching for all eternity.
The end was greater than he knew, for now it was a new beginning, unfurled into oblivion. All that was is, and will be, and will always be, forever. He never knew such hope and calamity, infinity and despair...and he was alone, the only one...
I'm so sorry, that was way more than 55 words. My bad!
Posh? At RK? How - cosmopolitan!
I loved it!
You know posh isn't bad!! :D
Nice work!
Cxx
Oh, Darlings, it HAD to happen! Twin has gone STRICTly uptown! I had better keep a close watch on RRRamon, she'll snap him up and I'll have to walk!
....that look in my eyes scream AHHHHHHHHH..............WTF ;{
Hehehehe...how's that RK :D
Happy Weekend pal :)
Mahould have a Flash Blogging Day!
...and as the airplane broke up around him, he realized it was never "he" who flew...
alan
Where am I and how did I get here?? lol
Seriously, you've done a great job here, RK, but then again, you've always had a way with words, Chica. ;)
It rained today.
Everything got wet.
Now it's all muddy outside.
The End.
That was kinda stupid wasn't it?
My mind must be somewhere......wait...gotta have a mind first.....I think...
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