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 21st – 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 22nd – 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 23rd – 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 24th – 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 25th – 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 16th – 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 17th – 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 18th – 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 19th – 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 20th – 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 11th – 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 12th – 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 13th – 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 14th – 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 15th – 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

 

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