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Maelstrom

Maelstrom
A genie and her rock band

(Novel and Short Stories)

Steal Tomorrow

Steal Tomorrow
Murder, Mystery, First Love, and the End of the World

(Novel and Short Stories)

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55 - Fountain People

They called themselves the fountain people, although what this signified the young man didn't know. Perhaps they were a race of water-worshippers, beholden to a deity that caused rivers to flow forth from crusty rock. Whatever their origin, to the ambitious archeologist of 7012 they were a rare find. Their story would make his career.



















About Friday Flash 55: The challenge is to write a complete story in fifty-five words. If you've written a 55-flash, go let The G-Man know!

Flood

It starts with just a trickle,
sweet,
deceptive.
One more drop
won't make a difference
to empty pots,
parched fields,
thirsty hearts
needing sustenance
after a long drought.

Drip by innocent drip
you seduce me
with your promise.
Take me
past the shallows.
Make me
trust the current.

Without a chart to guide me,
I'll submerge
antediluvian fears.
I will be master
of these waters,
(plotting my course
across dark tides)
until the deluge
pulls me under
and I drown.

This is a Sunday Scribblings post.

55 - Thanksgiving Morning

Early morning, the calorie-fest not even begun. What to eat while bands and costumed characters strut their stuff on TV? With cereal too mundane and no desire to mar the perfection of a pie, there is only one recourse.











Flour, sugar, cranberries and nutmeg...hot from the oven, these scones will start the day off right!

Have you written a story containing exactly 55 words? Leave a link with Mr. Knowitall, who we thank for being our Friday 55 host!

Sworn to Silence

I dare not share your secrets.
Though you take from what we had
and try to break me
(whispering little lies)
I will keep silent,
and hope they understand
why I must now lie, too.

This is a Sunday Scribblings post.

55 - Water

More precious than gold, it winds its way through parched earth, turning all it touches to green. This thin ribbon of life slakes our thirst and nourishes our hopes, bringing magic where once there was only dust.Without it, we are nothing, but here in the high desert badlands, he who has water is rich.


About Friday Flash 55: The challenge is to write a complete story in fifty-five words. If you've written a 55-flash, go let The G-Man know!

Clear as Mud

So many things lie hidden.

Glib words,
easy little lies.
Only one path out,
but it's too hard,
too hard.

Baby steps.
It's real this time.
Crocodile tears,
but trust anyway.

Wave the magic wand
and it will all be better.
Really.

Can't you see,
you cynic?
Why can't you believe,
oh ye of little faith?

Turn around.
Don't scratch the surface.
Leave it looking pretty
while it festers
underneath.

Can't you see it now?
The truth burns
oh so bright.

Yes, it's all quite plain.
Everything clear as mud.

This is a Sunday Scribblings post. 

55 - Shop Cat

Good morning! What can I do for you? As you see, I'm quite busy. Minding this shop takes all my time, scarcely a moment for my own simple pleasures; listening for mice, pouncing on bugs. I have other interests, you know. But the customer is always right, so what can I help you find today?











About Friday Flash 55: The challenge is to write a complete story in fifty-five words. If you've written a 55-flash, go let The G-Man know!

Magician

Clever magician with your tricks,
creating illusions with candle flame
and silver.

Monsters and madmen
populate your show.
Everything's deception;
a fun-house full of lies.
And where am I?

You want answers?
You need truth?
There is none here.
We are all sick with expectations,
waiting to be healed.

I can lay my hands upon you,
but only you can save your soul.

So turn away,
don't ask me.

Conjurers must work their own magic.

This is a Sunday Scribblings post.

55 - Duck Pond

Late summer morning. As he ponders the cool water, does he realize the long sunny days are ending, and this might be his last warm-season swim? Or does he take the pond and sunshine for what they are; no worries of tomorrow? Winter's concerns can be dealt with another time. Today there is only this.















About Friday Flash 55: The challenge is to write a complete story in fifty-five words. If you've written a 55-flash, go let The G-Man know!