Sunday, 26 October 2014

My favorite holiday!

Call it Halloween, or Samhain or by any other name, it's my favorite.  For me, it is a seamless blend of the spiritual and the commercial.  Candy corn and candle light go hand in hand.  Fear holds a whispering tingle of fun and frivolity.  And death is merely another part of the cycle.  Huh...I almost feel like that could be the beginning of a story!  Perhaps...

But now, it's time to choose.  A difficult choice indeed, this week.  Every story seemed to touch a bit deeper, for some reason.  But choose I must.  And so...

Our winner this week is Zaiure with On Mother's Bones:  I simply cannot stop reading this!  Thank you!

Also in the winner's circle this week is Antonia Woodville with Infinity 74:  The prompts are so beautifully woven into this wonderfully crafted chapter of the Captain's story.  It was a joy to read.  Thank you!

And now the tome has been coaxed from beneath the witches hat that is part of my costume and has given us new words!

Tower
Moss
Reform

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. Due to the holiday and my impending spiritual observances, I am leaving the gates open until early morning on Saturday, November 1, with winners and words up on Sunday Nov 2.  I appreciate your indulgence.

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And with that...
The Gates Are Open!

Sunday, 19 October 2014

On to the next thing.

Good evening, all.  This weekend is the last weekend of King Richard's Faire, the renaissance faire I've been working at for about 22 years now.  It's funny, at the beginning of every season there's excitement and freshness, and by the end of the season, I'm exhausted and cranky and want it to be over, except I don't really.  It's kind of like being assimilated by the Borg.  At any rate,  that's how I'm spending my weekend.  Tomorrow is closing day and as imagined, it is bittersweet to think about.


Our winner this week is RR Kovar with Dance With The Devil:  This is just gorgeous from one end to the other.  Your use of the prompts was seamless, and the story itself makes me want more and more.  Thank you!

And now the Tome has obliged with new words:

Coddle
Lock
Delete

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, .Oct 24th.

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Monday, 13 October 2014

Where the days grow ever shorter.

Good evening all!

Such an amazing crop of stories this week! I've loved reading every one of them. I am in the middle of a long weekend working so I'm going to get right to it.

Our winner this week is Sandra Davies with Change of Focus 103:  Sandra this is a beautifully woven chapter.  "Sick fear lodged, pebble-like, in the hollow of his throat..." is my favorite phrase.  But this is full of quirky and descriptive phrases. As always, Pettinger never ceases to be interesting.  Thank you.

And in second place this week is Rob Evangelista with Less than Humane:  Another story full of intricate phrasing.  I have always wondered what goes on in the head of suicide bomber.  I like the tone of resignation here.  Thank you.

The tome has brought forth new words and crawled under the bed to nap.

Froth
Bargain
Staple

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, .Oct 17th.

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Wednesday, 1 October 2014

Too many leaks.

Sometimes the world just seems too big and all the "things" be they mental demons or mundane tasks, start to leak through the walls of a constructed life and go sluicing away.  And like the little boy who stuck his finger in the dyke, you can stop one or maybe two of those leaks, but if anything else cracks, you're pretty much screwed.  So you stand there, unable to move to do anything to fix the leak you've got a finger jammed into, and pray nothing else breaks. That feeling of being both overwhelmed and unable to act is potent beyond measure.  It is fear, helplessness, hopelessness, fight or flight, frustration, and finally, resignation. It can lead a person to some pretty interesting places...and actions.  

I could not decide this week, between two of your tales, and so we have a tie.

First is David Barber with Chunky:  There is so much unspoken here, all perfectly conveyed by so very few words. The sense of defeat and frustration, combined with a final act, both desperate and defiant, is so strong here. This story made me want to cry with the intensity of personal memories brought to the forefront.  This is, in fact, a total compliment.  To me, good horror is supposed to do that on some levels and you've done it perfectly.  Thank you.

Also far too good not to be in first place is Antonia Woodville's Infinity 71:  "...perhaps I be casting too many spells or taking too much on these old shoulders. " is my favorite line here.  Again, here is a piece that conveys so much.  The Captain's voice has always been a very quiet one, in my head.  Here it remains so, but feels as if it has also taken on a desperate quality in his impatience. I hear a soft growling in my head now, as he speaks.  Thank you.

The Tome has also grown impatient and has grudgingly spat out some new words.

Pebble
Cord
Bittersweet

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, .Oct 10th.

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