Saturday, 20 September 2014

Rotting on the Vine

It has been a terrible year for tomatoes here. I make and put up sauce, having long since lost my taste for the manufactured variety, and with three times the plants I grew last year, I've yet to put up as much as got us through last winter. Such are the vagaries of the growing season. We got all the rain, and a cool summer, and to the west of us, the land burns with drought. For all that it made my harvest rough, I'd rather our lot than theirs.

And I would far rather my safe and mostly comfortable world than any we put forth on this blog, though the stories are rich and complex and compelling. You are all a wonder, and I feel blessed that you come to share your work with us.

The winner of last (two) week's challenge is John Xero with his blood-drenched tale, What cost, humanity? That one will stick with me for a long time.

I would choose the entire lot as runners up, so good were they, but having to select, I pick Fate, by Zaiure and Thwarted, by Sandra Davies. Both tales were strong and very tightly written. I hope to see more of each of those stories.

The Tome cares nothing for my feats of vegetative brilliance (and there were a few), hoping instead to be rewarded with something a bit more carnal for the offering of these words:

Condition
Chunky
Taught

The usual rules apply: 100 words maximum (excluding title) of flash fiction or poetry using all of the three words above in the genres of horror, fantasy, science fiction or noir. Serialized fiction is, as always, welcome. All variants and use of the words and stems are fine. You have until 11 p.m. (U.S. Eastern time) Friday, September 26.

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Tuesday, 9 September 2014

To everything there is a season.

It has not officially arrived as yet, but there has been a distinct cool and dry feeling to the last couple of days that reminds me wistfully of autumn.  This is the time of year I become impatient for it.  Mentally and physically weary of the hot, humid days of summer, I anticipate the arrival of my favorite season. The physical and emotional changes that occur within me are truly magical.

Also magical, in the most deliciously dark and twisted ways, are this weeks entries. I can't thank you all enough for contributing them.

Our winner is RR Kovar with Damned Blessing:  I love the tone of this piece.  So cynical and yet matter of fact.  Thank you!

And the tome has come down from the window ledge and given forth new words.

Sanity
Paranoia
Value



The usual rules apply: 100 words maximum (excluding title) of flash fiction or poetry using all of the three words above in the genres of horror, fantasy, science fiction or noir. Serialized fiction is, as always, welcome. All variants and use of the words and stems are fine. You have until 11 p.m. (U.S. Eastern time) Friday, September 12th 19th.