#VisDare 86 : Tempest

bc9b4d95641c6f5b104415e6607948f0I had my avatar wave at Shauna’s and started walking beside her. “You look like you’re having a bad day.”

Lightning struck in her jar. Yeah, she was having an awful day. “How could you tell?”

“You know I ignore the avatars. I’d much rather look at you than it anyway.” More lightning in her jar, and lots of rain, a veritable flood. “Wanna tell me what happened?”

“That bitch, Johanna, got the part!” Lightning exploded in her jar.

In an effort to calm her down, I had my avatar hold hands with hers. That’s when the lightning changed to a downpour, and frost formed on her jar. I couldn’t let her cry in isolation. She needed a friend, so I had my avatar open our jars, and I floated from my jar to hers where I wrapped myself around her until her tears no long flowed.

147 Words

It’s been a long time since I wrote anything for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare. I should try to write more often. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge.

#FSF : Thunder

I knew from the dark, black clouds, the taste of water in the air, the darkness in the middle of the day, the storm was about to start. I stood in my garage, facing my training bag, and waited. The past few weeks had been hell, one endless string of nightmares at work. I’d had enough. With the first flash of lightning, the first echo of thunder, I made a storm of my own.

Here’s my weekly attempt at Lillie McFerrin‘s flash fiction challenge, Five Sentence Fiction. This week, the prompt is Thunder.

Please, go read all the other entries to this week’s Five Sentence Fiction. It’s amazing what creative people can do with just five sentences.

#SatSunTales 49 : Iridescent Flame

“It’s a commemorative lamp.”

I looked at the incandescent bulb, configured as a hot air balloon, chained to the ground, a rope ladder dangling down. “Commemorative of what?”

“The day my great-grandfather died.” He looked at the lamp. “He was the test pilot. One of the first test pilots.”

“What happened?”

“It was the first attempt build and fly an armored balloon. They put a steel mesh around the balloon that emitted a flammable gas that encased the balloon and gondola in an iridescent flame, hot enough to melt anything shot at it. It worked in fifty unmanned flights.” He sighed, “Great Grand-daddy was the first pilot. Unfortunately, it got struck by lightning and its own flames burned it. All that fell from the sky was ashes.”

He shook his head,”The government erased the whole story from history, then made sure our family would always be taken care of.”

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This is my entry into Rebecca Clare Smith‘s 49th #SatSunTales. Please, go read the other entries. It’s a tough challenge, and brings out some wonderful tales.

A Clip From Chapter 25 Of JuNoWriMo 2012

Sunshine slept in her little home. Where she felt so very safe. She hadn’t felt like she belonged anywhere at all for a long time. But now, she felt like she was home. Like she belonged with Mystica. At the lake. In her little home.

She’d gone to sleep. Like she’d done for the first four nights. But on this night, while she slept, she dreamed. And her dreams turned into nightmares.

She dreamed of a fire. A big fire. And her father was trapped in that fire. He couldn’t fly. He couldn’t get away. And she wanted so very much to help him. But she was so little. She didn’t even have real wings yet. Just little tiny wings. Her wings had just started to grow out. So she couldn’t fly.

The fire raged. And she could hear her father scream, as the fire reached him. She was so desperate she tried to run into the fire to save her father. But the fire was too hot. She had to run back out. And her own hair, and her clothes, were on fire. Someone had thrown a bucket of water on her, dousing out the flames. But she was hurt. Her hair was ruined. She had burns on her face, hands, legs and back. And she hurt all over. In her nightmare, her father kept on screaming. But she couldn’t save him. She couldn’t help him.

And then, his screams stopped. And Sunshine knew. He was dead. He was gone. Burned alive in the fire. She couldn’t save him. She couldn’t help him.

In her sleep, she tossed and turned. Rolling all over her bed. And as she did, the weather outside took a turn for the worse. As she ran into the fire in that nightmare she was having, lightning struck the clearing by the lake. And it set fire to the grasses. As she was hurt by the flames in her nightmare, lightning struck the lake. And then it struck several trees. And the wind began to blow.

As Sunshine’s father screamed in the roaring fires, the winds outside blew worse and worse. And the fire on the grasses began to spread. Reaching the trees. The winds blew small tree limbs off of trees, and added them to the fire.

As her father’s screams fell silent, Sunshine began to cry. And outside, it began to rain. A heavy rain. That doused out all the flames. But the wind continued howling.

It was bad enough that it woke Mystica up. At first she wasn’t sure what was happening. Other than there was a nasty storm outside. But then the realized the storm was caused by Sunshine while she slept. And that meant just one thing. Sunshine was having a nightmare.

Mystica hadn’t even bothered to take the time to dress. She’d raced out of her home, and hurtled across the lake to the home of Sunshine. Where she’d peeked into her daughter’s home. And saw her crying on the bed.

“My daddy’s gone. My daddy’s gone.” Was all Sunshine said.

Mystica had taken Sunshine from her little home that night. And carried her across the lake. Where she tucked her into bed. And Sunshine spent the rest of that night sleeping with her new mother.