SHORT FICTION

Thursday, 25 August 2016

FLASH FICTION-BERT


Hello! Hope all is well. Today I'm offering something a bit different. I like all animals of course but I am a cat person. This cute fella caught my attention. Hope you enjoy!
And if you like you can donate me some tea money at the end. Thank you! 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Bert
flash fiction



Meet Bert. He likes most people and will even bring them stuff.
He likes to be petted and given treats to chew on. Although an old shoe can’t be beat.
Loves going to the park but not to run so much as to sit in the sun in the grass with his owner letting the breeze cool him.
Bert is a dog as one can clearly see but there is something different about Bert. He doesn’t bark.
This is where Bert stands out from other dogs.
You see Bert meows. He has always meowed. It’s what he does.
His owner has accepted it as how Bert talks. Other cats in the neighbourhood think this is funny and have teased him about it.
Bert doesn’t mind. He’s proud that he meows and will continue.
He thinks other dogs will want to meow like him. Why wouldn’t they?
For now though he will chew his owner’s old shoe and have his supper in a bit. Then he will curl up on his favourite sunny spot and take a nap.
He might even purr.

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Thursday, 18 August 2016

POEM-I IMAGINE

Hello! Today I have one of my strange poems. Hope you enjoy!





I Imagine
Poem

The rain falls down on the garden.
The wet kisses make the daisies bow their heads, in shyness I imagine.
A frog leaps out from under a hosta leaf to catch a wet kiss.
Is he a prince?
No one knows, I imagine.

The robin sings for more rain.
The rain soothes the ground and brings life to the surface.
The robin bounces to the ground in anticipation of what the rain brings it.
Big fat worms, I imagine.

The rain falls on my face, my hair and my clothes.
I'm trenched in the rain's wet kisses.
It must love me, like I love you, I imagine.

I dance in the rain to its own tune.
The rain does not care how badly you dance, as long as you feel its spirit.
Whatever the rain sonnet is, I will listen and dream of you and I forever.
You and I.
I imagine.


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Thursday, 11 August 2016

FLASH FICTION-THE WATER ENCHANTER

Hello and hope your summer is going great. Today's flash fiction is all about magic. Hope you enjoy !



 
 
 
The Water Enchanter
flash fiction



He was the only one there was. His name was Jamir.
The water always came at his summoning. It would rise high in the air and almost stand there looking down at him.
Maybe there were eyes there and Jamir was the only one who could see them.
With a flick of his wrist he could twist and turn the water to whatever he wanted to.
Some called Jamir a water god but others preferred to call him a water enchanter. It was magic no matter what you called him.
One day I went up to him and he turned to me. His eyes stopped me in my tracks and kept me from coming any closer.
He smiled though and gestured for me to stand beside him. I was hesitant but eventually moved slowly beside him.
“Watch this,” he said. The water jumped into the air and I thought it was going to the moon. Then it rained down on us but I didn’t get wet. How was that possible?
He winked at me. He knew I wanted to know how he did that. Jamir I knew would not tell me.
For the next twenty minutes I watched the water do tricks like a dog and then suddenly the water just settled to the surface and stayed.
Jamir frowned but then quickly grinned. “The water says it’s had enough for now. And it is time to take you back as well.”
My eyes went wide. “Take me back?”
He nodded. “Take you back home.”
“That’s okay, I can go back on my own.” But when I turned around it was all water. There was no peer or anything for me to walk on.
I looked at him and he tilted his head at me. “Need some help?”
I nodded. He came up beside me and with a snap of his fingers the peer appeared and we walked together side by side.
I looked over at him. “Are you real?”
He did not answer and I asked no more. When we got to the end of the peer he bid me a good bye.
I thanked him for the show he gave me and he smiled. “I will show you another show soon.”
I turned and walked away but turned one more time but he was gone.
That night it rained and I watched out the window and in the distance I could see someone standing in the rain.
I’m not sure but I think I saw the rain dance.

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Thursday, 4 August 2016

FLASH FICTION - FORGET ME NOT

Hope everyone is having a great summer. Today's flash fiction is about friendship. Hope you enjoy!
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We met on a summer day and we became instant friends. It was like we were meant to be soul mates. You told me stuff that I knew you told no one else and I never told anyone else. You gave me your trust and I honored it. I told you stuff as well.
As time went on though, things changed. You talked about some problems you were having and you never confided in me what they were.
I never pushed you to tell me even though a part of me was hurt that you didn’t trust me enough to tell me.
The day you left to go figure stuff out was the day that I knew I lost you.
That hurt but I didn’t let it show when you came to say good bye.
I could see hurt in your eyes and it pained me and I couldn’t take it any longer and asked you what was wrong.
You broke down and told me what was wrong. Money problems had forced you to move to a bigger city to get better work to pay it all off.
I nodded and understood and knew what you had to do. Then I pulled you close and whispered three little words in your ear-forget me not.
You smiled back. “Never, would I forget you.”
One whole year passed. We kept in touch for the most part and then everything went kind of silent and I wondered.
Out of the blue you show up and present me with some pretty blue flowers. I knew what they were and almost laughed.
You handed them over to me and said –"forget me not."
I replied-"Never."

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Thursday, 28 July 2016

JULY SALE ENDING SOON!

Just a reminder that the big July sale over at Smashwords will be over in just a few days! If you want to try my stuff out or my pen names stuff, now is the time. Everything is 50% off and one is FREE!
You will find everything here at http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/misty88
HAPPY READING!

THE PATHS-FLASH FICTION


Hello! Today's flash fiction is about that other world. Hope you enjoy. The short story is still not finished. Maybe next week. Summer is being busy as usual. Have a great weekend!




 
The Paths
 
flash fiction


There were only two paths that led to this world.
You would be wise not take either path. No one had ever said what this world was like or if you even could come back to this one.
Yet many would go half way and see the bright sunny end of the path and would turn around.
Some said you would burn if you got close.
I followed it once.
When I got to the end I did not burn.
It was warm like the sun here. It felt nice.
I stepped across to the other side. There was no fear inside of me.
The world on the other side looked much like our side. There were trees and wild flowers. I could smell the sweet grass and the sun warmed my face.
There was another path on the other side that led down a small hill.
I decided to try going down there to see what was there.
The air was cooler as I was shaded from the large trees that formed a canopy over the small path. Dampness clung to my skin and I could hear water. I figured this path led to a small creek or something and I was right.
 I stood and looked over the foliage that was as high as my waist. Then I saw movement.
That’s when I knew maybe I should not have taken this path. I looked back to where the sun cast a narrow beam down the top of the hill where the path began.
I wanted to go back to it so I slowly turned around and started my way back.
Perhaps they saw me anyways.
I didn’t get to far when words that sounded different pulled me around to face who said them.
He was tall, greenish hair and his skin was light brown with brown flecks here and there. From the sides of his head, pointy ears poked out his greenish hair.
It was the eyes that made me mesmerized. They were gold and green and wide like a deer’s.
There was also a small set of horns that protruded out his head.
We stared at one another and then he spoke again to me.
His language was strange and beautiful at the same time.
I pointed to myself and said my name.
He smiled and tilted his head at me. I could hear the jingle of his earrings hitting one another.
My name sounded different when he said it but I knew he said it.
Bravely he came up to me. The smell of the forest filled my senses.
Out of nowhere he held a flower in front of me. It almost looked like a black eyed susan but not sure. He placed it in my hair.
I nodded and turned to go back up the path and he followed me. I kept going without turning around. I never stopped until I got to one of the paths that led back to my world.
Just before I stepped across, I felt a tug on my clothing.
I turned and he pointed to the other path. My foot went to the other path instead.
I looked back at him one more time and then stepped over to my world.
I walked a bit before turning to look back.
When I did, all I saw was the sunny end.
I continued back but stopped.
Before me was a trail of black eyed susans.
I followed them all the way home.

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Thursday, 21 July 2016

WHERE THE DREAMER LIVES-FLASH FICTION


Hello. Hope everyone is keeping cool. Today's flash fiction is where a dreamer lives. Hope you enjoy! I'm working on a short story right now. I may post it later on today or tomorrow. And remember if you want to send me some tea money, there is the tip jar at the end. Thank you.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
Where The Dreamer Lives
 
flash fiction




No one knows his name. I heard some call him Sam and others call him Henry.
I think they just named him whatever they liked.
He lived in a tiny house that sat on the shore of the stillest waters. It was like he lived on glass.
He could conjure up any dream for anyone. I never asked what they had to do for this.
I’m sure there was a cost. No one ever said what they had to pay.
It was like they had to keep it a secret.
My friend was going to the dreamer today. I thought she was brave.
I asked her if she could maybe tell me about her experience. She said she would tell me everything.
I waited for her at the edge of the shore. I watched her go down the long pier to his little house.
It felt like forever before she came out.
I ran to the edge of the pier to greet her. I knew by the look on her face that something was different about her.
“What happened,” I asked her.
She just shook her head and walked past me.
I followed her to the beach where she sat down on the blankets we brought.
I asked again what happened. “Did you get your dream?”
She shook her head and I asked why. She looked over at me and told me that he knew that I would tell you of my experience and that I was not ready for asking for the right dream.
I was surprised and confused.
I looked over at the tiny house. It looked so quiet and even looked like no one even lived there.
“Did you even see anyone?”
Her eyes went wide. “I never seen a face but I felt a presence. I sat down at a small table overlooking the ocean. I sat there and stared out at the ocean and I started to think about what I wanted.”
“What was that,” I asked her.
“Courage.”
“Courage for what. You are most confident.”
She smiled. “Thank you but this is something different. I wanted to ask the dreamer for courage to tell someone something.”
“Oh, and you weren’t ready?”
“I guess not.”
“Well, maybe next time.”
We left and the next day I came back, out curiosity mostly. I had to know what she saw.
I took a deep breath and walked the pier. I think I broke out in a cold sweat when I reached the little house.
I almost turned around.
But I didn’t and I opened the door. The table was there like my friend said looking out over the ocean.
When I stepped inside, a young man turned around. I had not seen him.
He smiled and gestured for me to sit at the table. I did.
He sat down opposite me. He looked at me with violet blue eyes. I was not scared.
“I have been expecting you.”
My chest pounded. “Really?”
He nodded. “Yes, you have come because of your friend.”
I nodded but I really didn’t know why I came.
He said that my friend had something to tell me. I needed to be there for them and listen carefully.
“Is there something wrong with her?”
He shook his head. “She is fine but she has a story to tell you. It’s up to you to listen.”
I nodded. “Then I will listen to whatever it is.”
He smiled and was pleased. He got up then and went back to the window to look out. He never said no more.
I got up and left and went down the pier to where my friend was waiting.
“How did you know I was here?”
She smiled. “My dream came true.”

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