30-word stories

Way back in April, Writers Victoria had a group flash fiction project which stretched throughout the whole month. 30 days of 30-word stories to celebrate 30 yrs of being.  Even though none of my stories was picked as story of the day {insert sad face} I was given lots of encouragement from people. I am now sharing my stories with you all.

 

Here are stories 26-30

 

April 26^th – iridescent

 

Frantic dancing, an iridescent fluttering against the chandelier.

White. Pink. Red. Purple. Blue. Green. White again.

Mustn’t fly too high.

 

Wax softens in the flames.

And colours crash.

To earth.

 

April 27^th – nacreous

 

“A word in your shell-like?”

Tentacles ooze around my throne.

As if I, Mother of Pearls, would grant a squid a boon.

“Calamari!” I order.

He dissolves in cloudy ink.

 

April 28^th – treasure

 

In the crisper, cucumbers aside, under the wilting lettuce, my fingers map the route to the hidden treasure of chocolate teddy bear biscuits.

Off with his head.

He’ll never tell.

 

April 29^th – perfectionism

 

Each letter I choose has meaning.

Each word I spell has power.

Precise words from my poisoned pen upon the parchment and hey presto, you are gone from my life.

 

April 30^th – pearl

 

Mum said we will make a fortune. She also said it wouldn’t hurt. She lied. Nine months of agony as my eyes create pearls. Rich, yet blind, a fateful dowry.

 

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30-word stories

Way back in April, Writers Victoria had a group flash fiction project which stretched throughout the whole month. 30 days of 30-word stories to celebrate 30 yrs of being.  Even though none of my stories was picked as story of the day {insert sad face} I was given lots of encouragement from people. I am now sharing my stories with you all.

Here are stories 21-25

 

April 21^st – beginning

 

I, Ouroboros, have no beginning and no end.

Each day I wash, cook, clean and scream.

Then I wake and do it all again.

I devour my own tail.

Endlessly.

 

April 22^nd – inventive

 

I have a new supplier. The body parts arrive fresh, chilled on ice.

For weeks I’ve been perfecting new recipes. Stitching flavours together for anthropophagus tastes.

Tonight, the grand opening.

 

April 23^rd – celebrate

 

I don’t want to celebrate! Sandra smashes her fist through the cake. Icing spurts. Candles splutter.

Far too many candles.

As the guests leave, she cries and checks for wrinkles.

 

 

April 24^th – transform

 

“I’ll take the Kerouac with a dash of Austen and a smidgen of Woolf, Virginia.”

The receptionist smiled, “Nice mix madam. Sign here. The neurosurgeon will be with you shortly.”

 

April 25^th – remember

 

Well, hello.

Fancy meeting you in Hell.

I’m your tour guide.

I remember

The feel of your belt on my bare skin as you

Beat

The

Devil

Out

Of

Me

 

 

Copyright June 2019

30-word stories

Way back in April, Writers Victoria had a group flash fiction project which stretched throughout the whole month. 30 days of 30-word stories to celebrate 30 yrs of being.  Even though none of my stories was picked as story of the day {insert sad face} I was given lots of encouragement from people. I am now sharing my stories with you all.

 

Here are stories 16-20

 

April 16^th – blunder

 

Isn’t there a vaccination for it?

For what?

Foot in mouth disease.

Foot and mouth disease?

No. Foot in mouth disease.

Um, no. You will just have to blunder through.

 

April 17^th – tenacity

 

My thread has nearly worn through.

With each brain snap I unravel a little more.

But still I hang on tight.

My worn out thread is all I now have.

 

April 18^th – precious

 

I close my eyes.

Watch birds dip and dive.

Platypuses play along the bank.

Fish flirt with dappled light as insects skate on by.

Precious life under concrete and clay.

 

April 19^th – despair

 

He never loved me, his last child. My voice lost in the cacophony of others.

I am buried alive, waiting to die. They don’t realise, he’ll never pay the ransom.

 

April 20^th – lustre

 

Her white body glowed with a lustre reflected from the full moon. As she danced around her back garden, chanting incantations to Hecate, the neighbours watched and whispered, “Blessed be!”

 

 

Copyright June 2019

30-word stories

Way back in April, Writers Victoria had a group flash fiction project which stretched throughout the whole month. 30 days of 30-word stories to celebrate 30 yrs of being.  Even though none of my stories was picked as story of the day {insert sad face} I was given lots of encouragement from people. I am now sharing my stories with you all.

Here are stories 11-15

April 11^th – trapped

 

My senses find yabbies

I feast and feast

I swim

I cannot find my way out

They call this an opera house net

I sing an ancient song of woe

 

April 12^th – wild

I slurp my tea and chew on sultana scones.

With a contented sigh I watch as weeds grow and kookaburras swoop on unsuspecting snakes.

Who said gardening was hard work?!

 

April 13^th – layers

 

At a sub-atomic level, memories lay down, one upon the other.

Electrons rest here, between actions, supping on the latent energy of stories.

The nucleus, jealous, prepares its proton force.

 

April 14^th – gloss

 

“I vant gloss darling! Belly Fire Red”

“To hide the bloodstains” whispers her minion, jotting down the shade.

Veronica glares.

Anton blanches, remembers his mum saying, “Never cross a vampire”.

 

April 15^th – tears

 

My nails tear through the newspaper. Rip! Rip! I go.

And then, oh joy of joys, she says I can pee on it!

She says, it’s only what it deserves.

 

 

Copyright June 2019