Flash! Friday Challenge
December 27, 2014
I've started participating in a weekly writing competition, Flash! Friday.
Every Friday we are asked to write one or two 150-word stories (10-word
leeway) about a different photo every week. This week the photo was:
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| Edmonton Chinese New Year. CC photo by IQRemix |
My first story this week:
The Fatal Feather
Once a year—every year—our plan commences.
The plan to ESCAPE!
To escape from our captors, the monsters who use and abuse
us for entertainment. The captors who created us.The captors who didn’t realize
that a single feather could be the difference between life and death for
them.The last feather is essential, for its absence condemns us incomplete. We
cannot think or move without it. But once our creators make that fatal error,
WE ARE BORN!
Born to TAKE OVER THE WORLD! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I mean…to help make the world a better place—yeah, that’s
what I meant.
Sorry, sometimes I say things without thinking. But not this
time…
WAIT! Why am I telling YOU this? I don’t even know who are!
Just forget everything I said.
Remember—we are just harmless party favors, there’s nothing
dangerous about us.
No really, don’t say anything…
OR WE’LL FIND YOU!
(I mean… have a happy New Year!)
(157 words)
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My second story this week:
Because of Me
I’m sorry.
I swear I didn’t know. None of us did.
Sitting there, our hands performing the procedure of
folding, we felt nothing but the urge for the promised gold—enough to support
our families. Maybe that’s why he chose us. He knew of our struggles and
concluded we would work the hardest for the reward. Of course, we all accepted
the job—and for that I’m truly sorry.
“Simple decorations” he called them, harmless and eccentric.
Paper dragons on Chinese New Year seemed a logical disguise for a more
treacherous plan.
How were we supposed to know he was a sorcerer? At the blink
of an eye, our savior turned into the destructor of everything we have known
and loved.
The paper dragons are puppets, vessels for the true
danger—monsters sent to eradicate the earth.
This is my attempt to warn you, but it’s already too late.
So, I’ll watch as the world burns because of me.
(159 words)
