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Flash_fiction.3

Cautious of Hooks

Flowing from shadow to shadow in the deep murkiness of night, the Eel hunts his prey. His genetically enhanced eyes glint with serpentine likeness while he masks his presence from the unsuspecting victim. A practically inaudible wave-knife flicks on as the Eel pulls it away from its metal sheathe attached at the hip. He also palms the reverb-crossbow with his other hand, a level professional paranoia keeping him wary while near to his mark.

There was something curiously fishy about the way he was hired for this specific target. Different in how he normally conducts business arrangements. Dangerously fishy. But he was going to do what his namesake would with something like that.

Bite in to it.  

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Flash_fiction.2

Vicariously an Ant

Carry nourishment. Is Heavy. Must take back. Heavy. March with others. Heavy. Sisters ahead. Heavy. Stay in line. Heavy. All carry for colony. Heavy. Buzzing above. THREATS. MOVE AWAY. Heavy. Something sweet nearby. Heavy. Others will gather it. Heavy. Obstacle. Which way now. Which. Which. Which. Heavier. Sisters make way around. Heavy. New line made. Heavy. Something large nears. THREAT. MOVE AWAY. AWAY. Heavier. Everything is dark.

HEAV—

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Flash_fiction.1

Life is Lively

Driving on an open highway now. No lanes, no edges, nothing but the next sign ahead. The dreary sky up above cries down upon everything below. Rain droplets the size of cats, not dogs of course, patter against my windshield while I notice out of the corner of my eye the vegetation outside drinking it all up in fat dollops while the rest of it muddles the earth, mixing into- well, mud. I turn my attention back to the road. Headlights reflect in my rearview mirror…

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WP9

prompt: winding river

Greed Sinks

“Hey. Hey, Rez. Hey. Rezzie. Hey. My pal, Rezo. Best bud, friendo, one true mate, number one fan, hey-” cold metal pressed against the side of my head. “…now, now that was just an accident, I’m sure. No way you meant to really threaten me, with your pistol while I’m incapacitated here. All those tight turns rocking the boat must of made it jump out its holster and you accidentally pushed the- um, really uncomfortable- muzzle against my-“ SMACK! “Ow!”

“Shut up.” Growled the gruff bounty hunter, one hand now re-aiming his fire arm at my head after smacking me with the butt of it. His other hand on the wheel of rental boat currently barreling down the waterway. Drops of river water spattered onto the sides; against my leg, my hands, and the handcuffs firmly attaching me against the starboard side of the vessel.

And today started off so well…

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WP 8

Prompt #8: Flowers 

Trying to Communicate

"Harris. Hey, Harris! Wait up!"

I sped up instead.

"What the fuck, are you seriously walking faster?!"

Coming up was an extremely narrow shortcut that not many people knew about. It led between two cinderblock walls out into a back street which I could take to get to my place faster. Sometimes I used it to ditch bullies. I took it.

"Hey! huff **Harris, where the hell are you going?!"

It felt kinda claustrophobic going through here but it seemed better than dealing with the alternative. In no time, I was in the back street and made my way towards my home. A hop, skip, and a jump and I was nearly there. I wasn't prepared, however, when I heard the sound of someone running up behind me. Out of nowhere the very person I was trying to avoid was jogging right up next to me.

"How?" I asked. I didn't really know what else to say.

Kelly Sierrasta smiled condescendingly down at me. "I'm on the track team, pipsqueak. Mid and long distance." She grabbed the collar of my shirt before I could reply and pulled me in front of her. She looked a little irritated. "What's with the ditching act, Harris, hmm?"

I had any number of lies built up over the the course of the school year for using that particular shortcut but for some reason I couldn't think up a single one. Her face was just so close to mine. She had nice eyes. "..ummm..."

"You know what, it doesn't matter. But that locker stunt does. What was with the flowers, Harris?"

Shit. Shit shit shit. How does she know it was me?! I didn't leave any evidence that it was me. Oh god, I'm getting more suspicious by the second, say something dipshit! "...what flowers?"

...I'm fucked...

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WS 7

Prompt #7: Vacation

Unforeseen Circumstances

"You never said anything about giant crabs, Maven."

I felt eye beams blazing into the back of my head as I lead the way... to gods-knows-where.

"And that's somehow my fault! I didn't know there'd be anything like that on this weirdo island! There was definitely nothing about this shit in the brochure."

Checking behind, I gauged how far we made it away from the beach. Maven mistook my pause as a sign for a break and promptly sat her lazy ass down. I sighed. My girlfriend, Lauren followed suit, leaning up against a tree while sipping from her nearly empty water bottle.

"Mackenzie? Would your- um- girl scout knowledge extend to getting some more water somehow?" Lauren asked me while wearing her saddest puppy eyes. I can never say know to that face damn her. She does it involuntarily though so I can't be too mad.

"Yeah, honey, the closer we get to the mountain the more likely we'll find a freshwater stream or spring of some kind." I stretched my legs while the other girls caught their breadth. I giggled a little while thinking to myself.

"What's so funny, huh?"

"I can't believe I had to ask something like that, like for real. Giant crabs, like what the fuck, right?" I smiled humorously to appease Maven's prickliness.

"Yeah, well like I said, the brochure said nothing about strange crap like that. 'Open Skies and No Worries!' Eat my ass."

"Marketers."

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WS 6

Prompt #6: Spirit

Rocky Morning

Aiden could tell it was nearby. The subtle shift of the dirt beneath his feet told of its presence long before making a physical appearance. His eyes glued to the ground around him, his gaze like a light house's beam as it searched over the rocks and grass nearby for the perpetrator. His grip tensed around his war hammer as the waiting began to creep along his spine.

Suddenly, the terrain underneath lightened for but a moment. The sensation saved the adventurer's life when he quickly threw himself to the side before a large hand made entirely of rock blasted itself out of the ground. The rest of the angry elemental's body followed soon after.

Wisps of earth magic seeped from the hulking spirits body while its faceless head seemed to glare at Aiden. It felt like it was anyway. What he could only guess was its right arm, the one that tried to nab him before, swung in front of the angry spirit's body forming ruins of complicated (and very strong) magic. Spikes of solid stone followed soon after rocketing straight towards the adventure possibly hoping to spear the poor bastard for getting stuck in this mess.

"Time to put my money where my mouth is." Aiden determined to himself before he dodged the incoming attack.

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WP 5

Prompt #5: Apps

Be Real

Rain poured down the glass window pane while light from inside his room glinted off the droplets spreading what little of itself it could out into the darkness of night. Dark clouds sat in the sky, dampening even the usually bright street lights outside with their foreboding bodies. The atmosphere was chilly even inside a warm bedroom like Gerard's. Little thought crossed his mind about the cold breadths he took for he was distracted by a couple of easily distractible idiots.

"I'm serious. Come on, Gerard, just check this out. Don't be a stick in the mud." Melanie oh so nicely encouraged while she stared down at her phone's screen along with Billy and Kendall. Their excitement peaked every time in the form of slight shoulder jumps every time the blip on her phone's map got closer to their own location. The storm continued to rage outside.

"Crypt.io is a ridiculous and frankly useless app. There's no such things as cryptids." Gerard repeated with finality as he finished his precalculus homework. His pen quickly scrawled his name and the date on the top of the paper before it turned and pointed at the three on his bed. "That app is merely tracking some nebulous point programmed into it while you dolts gawk like brainless dweebs hoping it's some supernatural creature." His left eyebrow rose in intimidation, betting any to make a counter claim.

Two of the boys friends stared at him while Kendall continued to watch the screen, doubts to his claims obvious on other two's faces. The irony Gerard thought. "B-but everybody's talking about it at school and even have pictures of sightings they're sharing on Insta." Tweedle Dee argued, flimsily.

"Are you seriously talking about those grainy, brief glimpse pics only the popular students seem to have? Seriously, Melanie."

"Guys..."

"...They look real..."

"Mr. Pudoola teaches photoshop in the computer classes. A few nudes from Jennifer and Harry as incentive and the tech kids don't stand a chance."

"..."

Tweedle Dum decided to pipe in. "What about all the strange fin-venom-phenomen... stuff going on like the tree in front of the Cooks house suddenly lighting on fire... or the cars across the street being torn into by something with claws... or-or the scuff marks on the street itself that the reporter says look like lightning strikes? That has to be caused by monsters."

"Your right, it is caused by monsters. Just not the supernatural kind. One word, Billy. Vandalism. The assholes probably used fireworks and then beat the shit out of the neighbors cars for funzzies."

"...Guys..."

"...It'd be cooler if was cryptids."

"Guys!" Kendall shouts while holding a tight grip on Melanie's phone.

"What?!" The rest of them reply.

"The blip we were watching before that was near by..... it got closer... like real close... it's right outside."

Everybody froze. Even with all his logic and rationalities, Gerard couldn't help but hold a tiny sliver of doubt in the back of his mind at the possibility, not that'd he'd ever admit it. It's just a harmless dot on a harmless screen programmed harmlessly into a harmless app. There's no possible way something is really outside his house right now. That'd be illogical, especially with this weather. Not that the weather could effect something that's definitely not there. While all these denials shot through Gerard's head something felt off- somehow.

Silence. Utter silence. Something he always enjoys but never gets enough of with his group of friends around. And they're still around now, just sitting on the bed like before, so they shouldn't be quiet. What's even more bizarre is the visages of fear and shock they have on the faces while staring at Gerard. No, not at him. Behind him.

"Why do guys all look like that?" With a twist, Gerard turned to look out his window.

Crimson eyes that sat above a uniquely bat-like shaped nose and large grinning maw with sharp teeth gazed back directly at him. The darkness outside seemed to swallow the rest of the alien creature's body which made it impossible to discern what kind of... thing it was. Rain continued to pour down the window pane but significantly less so as it was now running down the creatures face instead. After all, weather does effect things that are there.

Nothing came out of Gerard's mouth as his eyes connected with the beast's own. Chilling fear gripped his heart, which commonly, as many know, stops one from talking... or doing anything really. The beast's condition seemed to be far different however. It decided to say something through the glass, something that made his heart unfreeze and just flop over dead instead.

"...Gerard..." It purred.

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WP 4

Prompt #4: Sea

Tis the Life...

A shadow passed overhead, shifting bizarrely on the service of the water. I didn't stick around to look up and see what would make such a strange outline. In fact, I pointed straight down and swam as quick as my tail fin could push me. Why stay in a vicinity where I could get eaten or caught or gosh for bid whatever else when I can be somewhere else entirely. Somewhere safe. Tis the life of a fish such as I.

I instantly felt safer once I neared the reef. I tried my best to maneuver past all the corral in my dash back to the little cubby I call home but accidentally bumped my head in to a sharp rock. Of course, with my luck the damn stone couldn't just be any old rock, it had to turn out to be a very irate crustacean. I dodged their claws swiftly, though ungracefully, before quickly swishing my tail back and forth, propelling myself into a mad dash back home. Tis the life of a dumb fish such as I.

So close now. With a bubble filled sigh I swept into my roomy alcove and laid down. I instantly felt relaxed, happy to wait until later to venture back out into the vast world of mine. Tis the life of a calm fish such as I.

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Writing Practice

Prompt #3: Dance

Metamorphosis

"It's not that bad." My sister, Morgan, couldn't hide the wince as she gazed down at the disgusting apparel in my arms.

"Not that bad?! There's so many holes I'll be practically flashing everybody in the auditorium. Not to mention the literal dog shit on it! And I don't even know what that green stuff smeared on the inside is." I blanched while gesturing towards the alien ooze dripping out of the dress. The poor thing looked like a brutalized animal carcass with all the tears and liquids dripping out of it.

"...Yeah, you're gonna have to wear something else." Morgan pointed out oh so helpfully.

"No shit." I quickly threw the horrid thing away and attempted to look for a new evening dress in my closet. My older sibling found some sick fascination in sitting on my bed and commenting about every little thing wrong with each outfit I took out. She was wearing a tee-shirt with what looks like a stock photo of a carrot on it. Her advice was definitely sound.

While trying my damn hardest not to strangle my kin with the apparently 'droll and tacky' outfit in my hand, the door bell rang. Like a death toll to my impending embarrassment. My head literally fell into my hands. "Oh god."

"This one doesn't look half bad."

As I looked up, I couldn't help but glare solemnly at the dress Morgan picked out. "It has butterflies on it. Not just patterns. Like actual butterflies. I'm pretty sure the last time I wore that was at a gag party for Michelle." I flicked one of the dress' plastic wings in irritation.

Knock knock. "Hey, Pumpkin. Your date is downstairs when you're ready. Also, your mom managed to find her 'professional' camera so prepare to be immortalized on The Wall." I could hear my dad's snicker as he headed back down the hall. Little did he know of my immediate hatching plan to let the neighbors secretly 'borrow' all his tools until he has nothing left but despair.

Morgan motioned the dorky, avant-garde butterfly dress towards me. Sadly, her smile was genuine.

I swiped it up as I headed towards the bathroom. "You have the worst taste in everything."

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Writing Practice

Prompt #2: Chickens!

“Damn”

Adam has had it with his father always forcing him to deal with the coop in the morning before he gets started on any other chores. He's 13. Practically an adult. Time to show the old man who's boss.

Adam spent the day completing his chores faster than he's ever done them before. Practically, setting records around the county, he’d bet. Surprisingly, everything turned out alright for him... until a chicken started strutting around the pig pen.

What? How'd you get there?

Adam forgoes his feeding the pigs to check on the coop instead. Once there he sees how the lone chicken got out. And all the others too. Hens, chicks, and roosters run loose around the yard and probably the whole farm too.

Damn.

Adam felt a heavy hand land on his shoulder and heard the inhale of a heavy breadth.

"Ya know why I ask you to deal with the coop first in the mornin', son? It's so you can feed Agatha. Mellows 'er out before she uses her sharp little mind to open the door."

This isn't the last time Adam finishes the day with a smack upside the head.

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Writing practice

Prompt #1: Alien Invasion

“Track and Dodgeball, Oh My!”

Their horrible clicking sounds reverberated around the tunnel like she was inside the stomach of some bizarre beast, the only other sound being her converse's soles slapping against the cement as she ran. She swore, lamenting the bastards ability to see in the dark. "I'm so fucked."

Stupid, stupid, stupid! She shouldn't have even dared to stray near the entrance of her hideout. Following her instinct she believed there were others near the river that she could help before those freaks found them. Her hopes were high then. Now though, they were but a mere speck attached to a thread over hanging a precipice.

"Fuck me..." Jenny huffed as she sprinted in the damp darkness of the tunnel. It suddenly became not so dark however, when ethereal lights crawled through the air and latched onto the teen's jersey jacket. "Fuck..." She whimpered as the freaky light began to flow all around her body like a hovering stream, brightening up the area. And her location. The fuckers marked her.

At least she could see now. That was possibly her last positive thought before she realized the clicking was even closer now and her sprinting immediately picked up when she heard a strange mechanical whirring sound mix in with their creepy foreign tongue.

Jenny knew that sound. It's what they used to catch the others! She saw them use the weird gun/toaster things back in town, when all this bullshit started.

...She could dodge it. Maybe. She saw Daniel from PE actually maneuver past some. She could do it. Jenny didn't have much of choice. The ball of energy was already on its way.

A stroke of luck befell the teen when she caught a glimpse of it in the side mirror of a busted car nearby. A swift duck saw the alien orb flying over her head and, at the end of its arch, disperse into the ground.

Holy shit! She did it. And the grate that she had been escaping towards; that only she could fit through, was now ten feet away. Hell yes! Her dwindling hope came back with a vengeance when she neared her way out. Her freedom from this nightmare of a situation. A relieving calm in the middle of a shit storm.

Peace was not meant to be however. Poor Jenny was too distracted and unprepared when a second orb slammed into her back, putting her out of commission.

Oh yeah, there were two of them. Her last thought before everything faded away.

The world she once knew, was gone.