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 6-10

 

April 6th – freedom

 

“Is death easy?” you ask.

“Yes” I reply “Just forget to breathe, leave pain behind, and then fly”

I watch as you hold your breath.

I watch as you fall.

 

April 7th = saltwater

 

Afterwards, with so few of us left, we boiled the seas to extract the salt. The Kraken was a bonus. Boiled, then pickled, eaten with a side dish of seaweed.

 

April 8th – baroque

 

He created this setting for me. Entwined curlicues of leaves and roses, gilded in the finest of gold leaf. And me, in the middle, his imperfect pearl. They all stare.

 

April 9th – imitation

 

“Monkey see, monkey do!”

“But… I’m not a monkey!”

“No, we split from that tree long ago”

We hang from the tree, eating bananas, watching humans slip on fallen skins.

 

April 10th – shell

 

Fierce frontal attack.

Asleep in my pod, ruthlessly thrust out into the cold with my siblings.

We huddle together in the wet shivering in fright.

Whispered legume myths.

Boiled alive.

 

 

 

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 the first five.

 

April 1st Grit –

On the package, True Grit For Earthly Needs.

“I’ll take two. Both for him!”

I point to the corpse in my wheelbarrow.

“You already dug the grave?”

I nod.

“Bless!”

 

April 2nd Irritation –

 

Scratch.

Satisfying erotic pain as fingernails dig deep into itchy flesh.

Scratch

Ecstasy!

The front door slams.

“Honey, I’m home!  I’ve got the calamine lotion”

Blissful ease.

Thwack!

Dead mosquitoes.

 

April 3rd – Diving

 

I watch you turn the pages.

I adore the concentration writ on your furrowed brow.

I see you dive right in, and smile when you find me here.

Perfect poetry.

 

April 4th – freshwater

 

I was swimming around minding my own business when there was all this noise and a man jumped in and died.

In my billabong! What cheek!

He haunts it now.

 

April 5th – rare

 

It was the plucking I hated the most. Damn feathers up my nose.

I still smell the cooking flesh. Rare and sweet.

A shame those meteors came.

Only rats now.

 

 

 

Copyright June 2019