Reflected story

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The party was dull. Roger looked longingly at the mirror on the wall, he was listening to a man drivel on about buses.

He willed for there to be another world beyond the reflective pane that he could dive into.

Busman droned on, Roger wished.

Then, suddenly, an arm came through the glass, grabbed hold of his lapel and pulled!

Roger went with it, dragged into the most wonderful salon, filled with pretty girls, flowing wine and music. He tried kissing a girl.

The slap that he got brought him out of his dream.

Busman did not appreciate the tongue.

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Guido de revolucion

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It wouldn’t take much, just a few pounds of cemtex, a fuse, a timer. Easy really. Then he’d be hailed as a hero, the new masters would revere him, mint coins with his image on them, sing songs about him. He’d change history.

Just one explosion, the world would change.

 

Guy looked into the flames at the firework display, he’d had the most striking sense of deja vu.

‘Guy darling, are you going to light that rocket?’. Mrs Fawkes called from amongst an expectant throng of children.

He lit the touch paper and felt a shiver run through him. Whoosh!

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Wooden heart

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The rays of a lazy afternoon sun tickled the lover’s faces as it fell to earth through the leafy canopy. They lay in a dozing slumber, enjoying the post sex afterglow.

All around, the trees trembled in a slight breeze, their boughs swaying gently to the music of the summer.

It was only when he felt an odd sensation on his arm that the man opened his eyes.

The majestic oak had a hold of their arms and was hungrily devouring its catch, sucking them in limb by limb.

The lovers screamed in absolute terror, the tree finished its meal.

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Walls have fears

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‘STOP NATHANIAL STOP!’ Screamed Mary as she sank to the floor crying.

His hammer blows rained on the walls, plaster flying all over the room.

‘They’re in there, I can hear them mocking me!’ He swung the hammer again, swearing at imagined demons.

‘No Nathanial, no. There’s nothing there.’ Mary placated her insane husband.

 

The house had never been the same since their daughter had fallen down the stairs to her death.

Nathanial fell to his knees, hammer clutched tight to his chest, sobbing. ‘I should have saved her from them’.

Mary held him, rocking him like their lost child.

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Another submission for Friday Fictioneers 100 word flash fiction project.

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Long live Rock ‘n’ Roll

 

Look at them all, sitting in their comfortable houses, safe, warm, dry. The Gods didn’t like it. People were just too secure. No matter how hard they rolled The Dice, hardship rarely befell these lazy beings.

Retribution was required. They came up with a plan, gathered their multitudinous powers and agreed to act.

Above the unknowing slackers, the heavens boiled and twisted. Dearest Zeus was about to throw down a bolt of energy when a rather minor God coughed.

‘You can’t do that Zeus, it’s against Health and Safety’.

‘What! No smiting?’.

‘Er, no, Sir’.

‘Gods be demmed! What has the heavens come to!’. Exclaimed his worshipfulness.

‘How about a little scorching?’ He proffered.

‘No, none of that either’. The minor God shifted uncomfortably. ‘Fire regs Sir’.

Hades piped up ‘A jolly good quake will do it surely’. Full of confidence, he readied his mighty sceptre to cause havoc.

‘Wait!’ Said the Godsworth, shuffling through a little book. ‘Sorry, there’s a clause for that too.

‘Blast it! No wonder they’re all living a life of luxury down there.

The Gods gathered around the minor God and Athena snatched the little book away. They pored over it for five minutes whilst the clouds continued to boil and twist.

Several times a triumphant fist broke the knot of concentration only to be drawn back into the huddle.

At last, they broke.

‘So’. Declared Zeus ‘They all like televised entertainment’. Grunts and nods of agreement rippled through the crowd of godliness.

‘Then we shall invest in a plague of such inestimable horror that no man shall survive!’. The minor God hurriedly scanned his returned book to find a rule to overcome the potential suggestion.

‘Tell us how we might punish Man’. The Gods all chimed.

‘Hush, hush, settle down’. Zeus placated the fevered mood. ‘We will make them suffer beyond anything they’ve ever suffered for 100 years or more!’.

‘We will send them……..’

‘YES?!’

‘We will send them, Bruce Forsyth!’ Zeus collapsed with the horror of the statement. The other Gods fell silent, knowing the power that Zeus had unleashed.

The minor God, rapidly warming to the idea ventured ‘Nice to see you, to see you…’

The other Gods replied in unison ‘NICE!’. And the deed was done.

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The Man of Gods

 

Look at them all, sitting in their comfortable houses, safe, warm, dry. The Gods didn’t like it. People were just too secure. No matter how hard they rolled The Dice, hardship rarely befell these lazy beings.

Retribution was required. They came up with a plan, gathered their multitudinous powers and agreed to act.

Above the unknowing slackers, the heavens boiled and twisted. Dearest Zeus was about to throw down a bolt of energy when a rather minor God coughed.

‘You can’t do that Zeus, it’s against Health and Safety’.

‘What! No smiting?’.

‘Er, no, Sir’.

‘Gods be demmed! What has the heavens come to!’. Exclaimed his worshipfulness.

‘How about a little scorching?’ He proffered.

‘No, none of that either’. The minor God shifted uncomfortably. ‘Fire regs Sir’.

Hades piped up ‘A jolly good quake will do it surely’. Full of confidence, he readied his mighty sceptre to cause havoc.

‘Wait!’ Said the Godsworth, shuffling through a little book. ‘Sorry, there’s a clause for that too.

‘Blast it! No wonder they’re all living a life of luxury down there.

The Gods gathered around the minor God and Athena snatched the little book away. They pored over it for five minutes whilst the clouds continued to boil and twist.

Several times a triumphant fist broke the knot of concentration only to be drawn back into the huddle.

At last, they broke.

‘So’. Declared Zeus ‘They all like televised entertainment’. Grunts and nods of agreement rippled through the crowd of godliness.

‘Then we shall invest in a plague of such inestimable horror that no man shall survive!’. The minor God hurriedly scanned his returned book to find a rule to overcome the potential suggestion.

‘Tell us how we might punish Man’. The Gods all chimed.

‘Hush, hush, settle down’. Zeus placated the fevered mood. ‘We will make them suffer beyond anything they’ve ever suffered for 100 years or more!’.

‘We will send them……..’

‘YES?!’

‘We will send them, Bruce Forsyth!’ Zeus collapsed with the horror of the statement. The other Gods fell silent, knowing the power that Zeus had unleashed.

The minor God, rapidly warming to the idea ventured ‘Nice to see you, to see you…’

The other Gods replied in unison ‘NICE!’. And the deed was done.

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Come the Dawn

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Dr Teeth opened up early. He liked the tranquility of the bay in the mornings.

Outside, the ferry docked quietly, spilling its light cargo of cars and the few tourists that came to the island. Voices rose from the street below, hushed in the heavy morning air.

He watched as light flooded the scene. Dawn crept slowly through the open window of the surgery, sliding over the sill and settling slowly into the chair like the first appointment of the day.

‘Hi Dawn, just a clean today?’ Dr Teeth liked her unusual entrance, his other patients used the door.

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Slip into something slippery

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David sat and stared at his tablet. The inspiration for a good Flash Fiction story just wouldn’t come.

He turned off lights, lit some candles and er, took some snuff. Nothing.

He stared for a bit, shut his eyes for a bit more. Nothing.

The cork on his prized bottle of Glen Moray made a satisfying ‘pop’ as he poured himself a glass of liquid motivator. Nothing came.

Then in a fit of exasperation, David put on his magic slippers.

‘Got it!’. He exclaimed in a Eureka moment. ‘I’ll write a story about a man who lacked inspiration!’.

 

 

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Jake the peg

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Throughout his life Jake had been ridiculed. Children jeered at him, passers by pointed and smirked. Even passing dogs mocked him.

‘Ha ha, there goes hop along!’ They’d shout and point. The dogs just barked or growled. He hated it.

You see, Jake’s right leg was considerably shorter than his left leg.

Now though, Jake had found a place to hide. He loved photography – it was his escape from a world of prejudice. It made him forget his ailment and gave him hope.

Best of all, when he published his photos, no one could tell he had a wonky leg.

 

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Many thanks to Jen Pendergast for this week’s photo. It’s not often I comment on the picture but thought it worth mentioning that I’ve rotated Jen’s work of art a little to illustrate my story. Thanks Jen, it’s a nice photo!

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A gentle hand

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Maurice knew he was having a massage but couldn’t quite work out why he appeared to be watching himself have it.

He quickly ran through some recent thoughts as the masseuse released all his tensions.

Ah… The doctor’s earlier that day. ‘You haven’t much time.’ The Doctor had said.

The feeling of weightlessness increased. He smiled to himself. Comfortable, happy.

 

Maurice felt a bony hand take a firm grip of his. ‘READY?’ Asked the rhetorical voice in his head.

A light somewhere ahead flared slightly and they were through whatever it was they had gone through.

The light faded.

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