Here is this week's speculative fiction prompt. I'm labeling it as horror this week, but take it whatever direction you choose. Have fun with it!
You have zombie-like symptoms, but you don't think you're dead.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Newest Published Story
I have a new short story published over at Escape Into Life. It's a horror story called, "Weeds and Dead Flowers." Go give it a look and let me know what you think!
Monday, April 18, 2011
Writing Prompt #61
Here is this week's speculative fiction prompt. I'm not labeling it this week, so take it whatever direction you choose. Have fun with it!
An angry mob stands at your front door.
An angry mob stands at your front door.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Writing Prompt #60
Here is this week's speculative fiction prompt. I'm labeling it as science fiction this week, but take it whatever direction you choose. Have fun with it!
Your car gains a mind of its own.
Your car gains a mind of its own.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Writing Prompt #59
Here is this week's speculative fiction prompt. I'm labeling it as fantasy this week, but take it whatever direction you choose. Have fun with it!
You discover an ancient magical treasure in your backyard.
You discover an ancient magical treasure in your backyard.
Friday, April 1, 2011
#FridayFlash--Made-Up
Made-Up
by Emma Newman
Maddy twisted the lipstick casing and watched the deep red stick emerge. It was her mother's favourite, shaped for her lips, and even though she twisted the stick of colour up and down, marvelling at how it sparkled, she resisted the urge to smear it onto her own. That would be bad.
She dropped it into the make-up bag as she heard her mother coming back from the bathroom, bringing the scent of perfume and hairspray with her.
"Don't touch my make up Maddy," she said, closing the curtains.
Maddy pouted, lurking near the dressing table as her mother lifted the stockings laid on the bed carefully.
"I've got tummy ache," Maddy said as her mother rolled the first stocking up her leg.
"No you haven't," her mother replied. "I'm going out Maddy, you just have to get over it."
"With Smelly Simon?"
"Don't call him that!" her mother scowled as she rolled the other stocking up and fiddled with the clasps.
Maddy looked at the red dress laid out next to her mother's necklace. She could run downstairs, drink some milk, hold it in and pretend to throw up all over it.
"Don't even think about it," her mother said.
"What?"
"Whatever it was, don't."
Maddy pouted and flopped onto the bed, narrowly missing the newly pressed dress. Her mother put it on quickly, then sat at the dressing table.
"Is Sm- …is Simon taking you to a restaurant?"
"Yes."
"Will you eat pizza?"
"I don't know."
"Can I come?"
Her mother sighed and twisted around to face her. "No Maddy."
"I'll be good, I promise."
"No Maddy, that's enough now."
Maddy tucked her knees under her chin and watched her mother paint on her eyes.
"Can I have some mascara too?"
"No, it's nearly bedtime, and I've told Kelly that it's 7:30 sharp."
Maddy knew she'd be able to trick the babysitter into letting her stay up late. But if the plan worked, her Mum might be home early.
Her mother plucked her lipstick out of the bag and pulled her funny face to get it right up to the lines. Maddy studied how she smacked her lips together afterwards and blotted, leaving a dark red kiss on the tissue that was scrunched up and tossed into the bin.
"How do I look?" her mother asked after putting her high heels on.
"Nice," Maddy said and her mother groaned. "Very nice Mummy," she corrected, eliciting a smile.
"The taxi will be here any minute, why don't you go downstairs and play with Kelly?"
Maddy sloped off, knowing her mother wanted to be by herself in front of the mirror. She went into her bedroom instead, brushing her fingertips against the flowers her mother had brought in to cheer her up when she'd told her about the date. She drifted over to the window to look at the evening sun bathing the houses in Sunny Delight. She hoped the phone would ring and they'd hear that Simon's leg had unexpectedly fallen off so he couldn't take Mummy out ever again.
Then she remembered the plan, and smiled. The scent of the blue irises in the vase drew her closer, she sniffed and thought about fairies. It would be okay. Mummy would be home before it was dark, and Smelly Simon would never be seen again.
###
Maddy was brushing her teeth when the front door opened and then slammed shut. She held her breath as her mother ran up the stairs to her room and shut the door. Maddy pressed her ear to the wall separating them, heard her mother crying. She bit her lip, feeling sad and happy all at once.
She rinsed her mouth, then padded to her mother's room. She opened the door quietly and saw her mother seated at the dressing table, blowing her nose.
"Mummy?"
"Why aren't you in bed?"
"I was," Maddy lied. "Are you sad Mummy?"
"Yes." She made the sound of a baby elephant into another tissue.
"Why?"
"Because all men are horrible."
Maddy took a couple of steps in, and when nothing was said, carried on until she reached the dressing table. She squeezed her mother's hand. "I still love you Mummy."
Her mother's tears flowed faster. Remembering just in time, Maddy plucked a tissue from the box and dried her mother's cheeks tenderly.
"I'll be alright Maddy, go back to bed, there's a good girl."
She didn't argue. Holding the damp tissue carefully, she went back to her room and closed the door. The scent of the flowers was intense, she approached the vase, inspecting the blooms carefully in the soft amber light of her Winnie the Pooh lamp.
"Hello?" she whispered. "Little fairy?"
There was a soft pop, like a bubble's death, and the fairy was there, peeping out from behind one of the irises.
Maddy beamed. "Hello!"
"Hello Madeline," the fairy said in her sing-song voice. "Did my Lord's present work?"
"Oh yes! She thought it was her lipstick. And it made Smelly Simon say something horrible to her, just like you said it would!"
The fairy clapped her hands, fluttering above the vase. "And have you remembered what you must give me in return?"
Madeline held up the tissue. The fairy's nose wrinkled, and she blew glittery dust off her hand that coalesced into a golden cup. "Squeeze the tears into this."
Madeline did as she was told. Only two drops came out, but when the fairy sniffed at the liquid, she looked delighted. "Good girl," she said, fluttering up to be level with her eyes. "Now, remember, every time that lipstick is used, my Lord will know, and he will want bitter tears in return."
"I know," Maddy said. "Thank you."
The fairy smiled, stroked the tip of Maddy's nose. "Such a resourceful little girl… I'm sure Lord Iris will look forward to seeing what you grow into."
Maddy watched the fairy disappear. "Yay," she whispered and clapped her hands. Just like the fairy.
END
April Fools! The story you just read appears here on my blog as a part of the Great April Fool's Day FridayFlash Blog Swap, organized by Tony Noland. You can find my story for today at Emma Newman's website, Post-Apocalyptic Publishing. To read all the dozens of stories swapping around as a part of the GAFDFFBS, check out the GAFDFFBS index over at Tony's blog Landless. For hundreds of thousands of words of fantastic flash fiction stories, check out the FridayFlash hashtag on Twitter. It happens every Friday!
Read more: http://www.tonynoland.com/2011/03/great-april-fools-day-fridayflash-blog_9145.html#ixzz1IHbSvJw0
by Emma Newman
Maddy twisted the lipstick casing and watched the deep red stick emerge. It was her mother's favourite, shaped for her lips, and even though she twisted the stick of colour up and down, marvelling at how it sparkled, she resisted the urge to smear it onto her own. That would be bad.
She dropped it into the make-up bag as she heard her mother coming back from the bathroom, bringing the scent of perfume and hairspray with her.
"Don't touch my make up Maddy," she said, closing the curtains.
Maddy pouted, lurking near the dressing table as her mother lifted the stockings laid on the bed carefully.
"I've got tummy ache," Maddy said as her mother rolled the first stocking up her leg.
"No you haven't," her mother replied. "I'm going out Maddy, you just have to get over it."
"With Smelly Simon?"
"Don't call him that!" her mother scowled as she rolled the other stocking up and fiddled with the clasps.
Maddy looked at the red dress laid out next to her mother's necklace. She could run downstairs, drink some milk, hold it in and pretend to throw up all over it.
"Don't even think about it," her mother said.
"What?"
"Whatever it was, don't."
Maddy pouted and flopped onto the bed, narrowly missing the newly pressed dress. Her mother put it on quickly, then sat at the dressing table.
"Is Sm- …is Simon taking you to a restaurant?"
"Yes."
"Will you eat pizza?"
"I don't know."
"Can I come?"
Her mother sighed and twisted around to face her. "No Maddy."
"I'll be good, I promise."
"No Maddy, that's enough now."
Maddy tucked her knees under her chin and watched her mother paint on her eyes.
"Can I have some mascara too?"
"No, it's nearly bedtime, and I've told Kelly that it's 7:30 sharp."
Maddy knew she'd be able to trick the babysitter into letting her stay up late. But if the plan worked, her Mum might be home early.
Her mother plucked her lipstick out of the bag and pulled her funny face to get it right up to the lines. Maddy studied how she smacked her lips together afterwards and blotted, leaving a dark red kiss on the tissue that was scrunched up and tossed into the bin.
"How do I look?" her mother asked after putting her high heels on.
"Nice," Maddy said and her mother groaned. "Very nice Mummy," she corrected, eliciting a smile.
"The taxi will be here any minute, why don't you go downstairs and play with Kelly?"
Maddy sloped off, knowing her mother wanted to be by herself in front of the mirror. She went into her bedroom instead, brushing her fingertips against the flowers her mother had brought in to cheer her up when she'd told her about the date. She drifted over to the window to look at the evening sun bathing the houses in Sunny Delight. She hoped the phone would ring and they'd hear that Simon's leg had unexpectedly fallen off so he couldn't take Mummy out ever again.
Then she remembered the plan, and smiled. The scent of the blue irises in the vase drew her closer, she sniffed and thought about fairies. It would be okay. Mummy would be home before it was dark, and Smelly Simon would never be seen again.
###
Maddy was brushing her teeth when the front door opened and then slammed shut. She held her breath as her mother ran up the stairs to her room and shut the door. Maddy pressed her ear to the wall separating them, heard her mother crying. She bit her lip, feeling sad and happy all at once.
She rinsed her mouth, then padded to her mother's room. She opened the door quietly and saw her mother seated at the dressing table, blowing her nose.
"Mummy?"
"Why aren't you in bed?"
"I was," Maddy lied. "Are you sad Mummy?"
"Yes." She made the sound of a baby elephant into another tissue.
"Why?"
"Because all men are horrible."
Maddy took a couple of steps in, and when nothing was said, carried on until she reached the dressing table. She squeezed her mother's hand. "I still love you Mummy."
Her mother's tears flowed faster. Remembering just in time, Maddy plucked a tissue from the box and dried her mother's cheeks tenderly.
"I'll be alright Maddy, go back to bed, there's a good girl."
She didn't argue. Holding the damp tissue carefully, she went back to her room and closed the door. The scent of the flowers was intense, she approached the vase, inspecting the blooms carefully in the soft amber light of her Winnie the Pooh lamp.
"Hello?" she whispered. "Little fairy?"
There was a soft pop, like a bubble's death, and the fairy was there, peeping out from behind one of the irises.
Maddy beamed. "Hello!"
"Hello Madeline," the fairy said in her sing-song voice. "Did my Lord's present work?"
"Oh yes! She thought it was her lipstick. And it made Smelly Simon say something horrible to her, just like you said it would!"
The fairy clapped her hands, fluttering above the vase. "And have you remembered what you must give me in return?"
Madeline held up the tissue. The fairy's nose wrinkled, and she blew glittery dust off her hand that coalesced into a golden cup. "Squeeze the tears into this."
Madeline did as she was told. Only two drops came out, but when the fairy sniffed at the liquid, she looked delighted. "Good girl," she said, fluttering up to be level with her eyes. "Now, remember, every time that lipstick is used, my Lord will know, and he will want bitter tears in return."
"I know," Maddy said. "Thank you."
The fairy smiled, stroked the tip of Maddy's nose. "Such a resourceful little girl… I'm sure Lord Iris will look forward to seeing what you grow into."
Maddy watched the fairy disappear. "Yay," she whispered and clapped her hands. Just like the fairy.
END
April Fools! The story you just read appears here on my blog as a part of the Great April Fool's Day FridayFlash Blog Swap, organized by Tony Noland. You can find my story for today at Emma Newman's website, Post-Apocalyptic Publishing. To read all the dozens of stories swapping around as a part of the GAFDFFBS, check out the GAFDFFBS index over at Tony's blog Landless. For hundreds of thousands of words of fantastic flash fiction stories, check out the FridayFlash hashtag on Twitter. It happens every Friday!
Read more: http://www.tonynoland.com/2011/03/great-april-fools-day-fridayflash-blog_9145.html#ixzz1IHbSvJw0
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