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BlogFlash 2012 Day Two: A Furry Friend

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After a long day at the school, Eliza curled up on her couch with her pet Beagle laying next to her. She barely started reading the paper she was grading when the dog jumped off the couch, barking wildly, and scratching at her front door. Looking out the window and seeing no one, she slowly opened the door to find a note rolled up and tied to the handle with a scarlet ribbon.

Dearest Eliza,

Would you do me the honor of accompanying me to the charity ball hosted at the Barton Estate tomorrow evening

Sincerely,

Rowland Fairton

BlogFlash 2012 Day One: Thinking

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Eliza stood at the front of the classroom, her sixth grade students quietly waiting for her to continue the lesson. She had been zoning out… again. Not that she didn’t love teaching her class, she did, more than anything. But it seemed as though her life was falling into a never-ending routine, while everyone else’s was overflowing with excitement. One of her friends just got married, another was going on a tour through Europe. Eliza couldn’t help wishing she had just a little bit of adventure in her life as well…

Five Sentence Fiction – Perseverance

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My name is Violet Blair, and this is my story: a man from some secret agency just tried to kill me by throwing me off a building, but I landed perfectly on my feet.

He fed me some crock story about his brother’s death being my fault, but I don’t buy it.

They’re after me because I can create fire with my mind; in fact, I nearly burned down my school.

People don’t like what they can’t control—that is why they will never stop hunting me, and why I must fight back and endure.

My name is Violet Blair, I am a pyro, and I am coming for you.

Mortal Book Review

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Mortal, by Ted Dekker and Tosca Lee, is the second in a trilogy called The Books of Mortals. In this series’ dystopian setting, it is well into humanity’s future where, due to a manufactured virus called Legion, every human is stripped of all emotion, save for fear. Fear keeps everyone obedient, while lack of love or hatred eliminates war and violence. What no one knows is, every human being on the planet is actually dead, even though they are walking and breathing.

Menage Monday # 40

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I wake up, lying on my stomach. The first thing I see are trees probably fifty stories below me. My stomach drops as I instinctively jump back to a safe distance.

“So nice of you to join me,” a scruffy voice says behind me. I flip around to see a man, late thirties, leaning against a metal post.

“Where are we?”

“Power plant.”

“Who are you?”

“The who is not important. It’s the why.”

Five Sentence Fiction – Scarlet

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Carlo crept into the dark bedroom of his New York apartment, lit only by the glow of the moon coming through the open window.

Someone was there—he could feel their presence, thick and palpable.

He saw her scarlet lips first, then the rest of her silhouette stepped into the moonlight.

“I love you, Carlo,” Jules said, “sleep now…”

Carlo awoke the next morning alone, accompanied solely by his unrelenting question: Was it a dream, or could she really be alive?

Sunshine Award

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I was recently nominated for the Sunshine Award by the lovely Lisa Shambrook.

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Friday Night Write – I Ain’t Superstitious

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Carlo refused to cry. The love of his life was dead and he would not mourn until her killer was brought to justice. He clenched his fists and rose from his knelt position over Jules’ grave.

“Carlo Capelletti, may I have a moment of your time?” A stranger said.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“No, but I have a proposition for you.” The man was in his late forties; aviator sunglasses hid his eyes.

Five Sentence Fiction – Pirates

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“Kara, tell me where Randy is,” the hoarse voice said in my ear as his arm tightened around my neck. “I need the two of you little science geeks to find a time portal for me—I’m looking for a particular group of pirates who can lead me to mermaids. You may think they don’t exist, but the truth is mermaids went extinct many years ago and I plan to capture one and bring her back.”

“The portals don’t work like that, I can’t choose the destination,” I said as Randy barged in the room and the man tightened his grip on my neck.

To Randy, he said, “You will take me and my partner Eric back in time to find the mermaids, or your girlfriend dies—am I understood?”

Friday Night Write – Over My Head

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Carlo pulled back on the bolt and heard the bullet click into place. His sniper rifle rested perfectly against his shoulder. A natural extension of his body. Peering through the scope, his target moved right into the crosshairs. It was easy. Well, should have been easy.

Six months ago, Carlo was on a routine assassination. But on the flight home, he was seated next to the most enchanting woman he had ever met. Julia–Jules– as he would soon call her. Despite the little voice in Carlo’s head, telling him his lifestyle was not conducive to romantic relationships, he couldn’t stay away. Jules had a way of bringing out the good in him; good he never knew he was capable of.