Flash Friday – Coming of Age

Time for Flash Friday, hosted by Rebekah Postupak.  This week’s photo (below) tied with the prompt “Coming of Age” should make for an interesting set of stories.  After reading mine below, please click > HERE < for the rest.  Enjoy!!!

source: Past and Present No 2, by Augustust Leopold Egg, 1858. Public domain photo. Reprint permission assumed.

Crisis of 1885

SVBookman 160 Words

Janet smoothed her daughter’s long hair and whispered “Shoosh, my little lady. All will be fine.” The young girl’s head and body was racked with emotion. Janet had not even been able to get her daughter to speak of what had happened. She knew it dealt with the Johnson boy, the rascal. The mother breathed short, shallow, and fast to keep from tensing and adding to her daughter’s troubles.

Finally, she spoke. She looked up at the older woman’s sweet face and said with all embarrassment and with hushed tones, “He, he wanted me to to…”

“Yes,” continued mother with some urgency.

“He wanted me to … kiss his his…” again the pause. Janet was dreaming up ways to kill the boy without anyone finding out.

“…Kiss his … hand! Oh, mother, how could he ask me to do that so soon?” The tears started freely again.

Janet tried to let the air out slowly. Oh, to be young again.

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Namaste,

Scott

Flash Friday – Picture and Word “Knighthood”

Rebekah Postupak hosts Flash Friday, where 140-160 words define a story based on the pic and the word.  Read mine below, then click >HERE< for the rest.   Enjoy!!!

The Sea Horse. Photo and sculpture by Jeffro Uitto; used by permission.

Timber
@SVBookman 159 words

Timber was nearly as special as its rider: Talymara. Long dark tresses, deep languid blue eyes, a beauty eternal, Talymara found Timber at death’s door, having turned a hoof and lying in the ditch near the enchanted woods. She stayed with the mare, healing it with the energy of love and life, restoring the hoof, and walking it daily until it could support, first its own weight, then that of its beauteous new owner.

The two rode, nearly inseparable, for two years before riding into Bonebrook after learning a Necromancer had taken over the village. Talymara’s use of her enchanted blade, “Forevermore”, resulted in the real death of the Necromancer and freedom for the village. For this reason, King Narmony knighted her as the first female member of the King’s guard.

Timber rode with her for many adventures. When the animal died, Talymara had the local enchantress entomb the mare in wood, an eternal shrine to a devoted animal.

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Namaste,

Scott

Flash Friday – Knowledge is Power – 04/25/2014 Science Fiction

Rebekah Postupak brings us Flash Friday and it’s 140-160 word creations based on both a photo prompt and a word.  This week’s prompt is below and the word is “knowledge”.  Click here for the others > HERE < Enjoy!!!

Canal Workers (Suez Canal). CC Photo by Hossam el-Hamalawy.

Knowledge is power!
@SVBookman 158 words

She stepped forward and pointed the small collection device at the construction of the new security data center.  Anonymity was paramount to her mission, so she had dressed as closely as she could to the native women.  She was hot and hated covering her face.  Still, it was necessary to remain hidden.

The small “click” made by her hand-held analytical-diffuser was custom-made to sound like a cell phone. What was not seen nor heard was the short burst of xenox rays.  The rays would completely pass through objects and simultaneously sent info back so a duplicate of the structure and all items inside and outside for up to 100 meters could be made.

Having the objects added to their race’s knowledge which their computers, in turn, would convert to pure energy to run their ships and, ultimately, their cities.  Soon they would have enough power to take off this cursed world and revive their entire race at home.

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Namaste,

Scott

Flash Friday – “Night Delivery” Rated PG13

Rebekah Postupak, once again, brings us Flash Friday, a 140-160 double-prompt based collections of tales.  Please take a moment and read mine, below, then click > HERE < for the rest.  Enjoy!!!

Picture prompt (below) and the word “treasure”.

 

source: Gare du Nord, Paris. CC Photo by Elliot Gilfix.

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Night Delivery (159 words)

His soft footsteps echoed down the nearly empty train station. It was the time of night in which only those not wishing to be noticed were around. The security guard carried the valise closely to his person, perhaps a little too close. Those looking would surely see in his gait and mannerisms the tendency to show a treasure without being able to see it. Those same dark, silhouettes of the ne’er-do-wells leaned as if smelling the contents with their eyes.

The protector of the bag allowed his eyes to dart back and forth through the murky near-fog spilling down into the bowels of the station, tainting the air with the stench of the previous day. Those eyes looked for the final destination and, finding it, urged through mental effort, for the feet to cover the distance quickly.

“Did you bring it?” The classy broad asks of the nervous man.

“Yeah. Next time don’t leave the laundry in the dryer.”

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Namaste,

Scott

 

Flash Friday – “The Reason” – 04/11/14 – Rated PG

Rebekah Postupak hosts Flash Friday this week.  The prompt of “A Missed Deadline” is suppose to refer to the lateness of last week’s results being posted.  Read mine below and the rest > HERE <.  Enjoy!!!

Source: Mill Creek Watershed 1949. Public domain photo by Helmut Buechner.

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The Reason (160 Words)

@SVBookman

“Storm brewing, Dear.” Magnificence spoke over his shoulder to his lovely wife, Contessa. She knew the weather was bad; she had consulted the Oracle. Not that he would believe her now. Of course, the real problem was the literary entries. The storm would bring down most of the communication routes as well as simply making it very difficult to read the entries. Several of the copies had been blurred by early water falls.

“I hear you, Dear. Would you be so kind as to move the wood nearer the fire place?”

“I will gladly do so, but it’s already quite wet from yesterday’s downpour.”

Contessa sighed loudly, shaking her blonde hair out of her eyes and covering while she wiped the tears away.

“It’s only a simple contest. It should not be this hard,” she sniffed.

“What was that, Dear?”

“Nothing. I said I wondered if the rain will be as hard.” She stood and walked slowly from the tower.

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Namaste,

Scott

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