Mother Earth | 100 Days of Flash Fiction – Day #6

100 Days of Flash Fiction, Short Stories & Flash Fictions

Prompt:

‘A moth-craft, ether, a plant that tells your fortune’


Those crumpling brown wings, which I once thought ugly and decrepit, let the sun through so beautifully, that I had no choice but to embrace its warmth. I stood beneath that large moth as it flew overhead, the rays overlaying another shade of brown to my skin. At last I bathed in it, and let it fasten itself to me. Then, as I strolled through the rest of the garden, the clouds drew themselves together. They were following the trail of liquid behind me – so I called to them:

β€˜Come, children, follow behind me.’

They were often jealous and angry, shifting their moods more frequently than the seasons themselves
(but I suppose in that sense they do take after their mother).

Cumulo chased ahead, riding the mists of the azure. The concave sky gave into his weight, as he dipped into the atmosphere to walk alongside me and drink from the pools of hawkmoth below my feet that carried me forward. In rage I blew him back up into the air, but in rage he blew it back out at me, flooding my pools with rain. Drop by drop, I began to fall through the slow-forming marsh, encased in his horrid opaque secretion, like that hideous spineless creature I expelled those years ago.

Equations | 100 Days of Flash Fiction – Day #2

100 Days of Flash Fiction, Short Stories & Flash Fictions

Prompt

He twisted fate between his fingers


Jacob Atkins sat amongst the wading sea of children at Gateway Primary. Assembly was a dull dreary ritual that the school conducted to deliver important messages to the children, and make them sing songs about being a good person and other such rubbish. Today, however, was slightly different. The messages had been gathered throughout the year and saved for this particular assembly on the last day of school (hopefully ever, he thought). Jacob never much cared for primary-school level education. But could he truly be blamed? The teachers were dull and uninspiring. The curriculum was basic knowledge, all leading up to one exam which he passed easily yesterday.

Chaos | 100 Days of Flash Fiction – Day #1

100 Days of Flash Fiction, Short Stories & Flash Fictions

Prompt

Time travel, a bookmark, the angel gabriel.


‘You’re dead’.

‘Angel Gabriel, how did I die?’

‘Your mother was Hera, your father, Zeus.’

‘So they made me die?’

‘Yes.’

‘It’s so dark here.’

‘Use the light from my wings, follow me to the Underworld.’