FLASH FICTION FRIDAY: Odd Woman Out | #flashfiction #freefiction #amwriting

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Odd Woman Out

“Shh…” It was a whispered plea that broke quickly through the muted murmurs.

We could hear them outside, banging up against the corrugated aluminum walls, the sound echoing around us. Had the hushed voices called to them, signaled the living were close?

The faces around me where streaked with mud and even worse, the rotting blood of the dead inhabiting this broken world with us. All eyes were wide, startled into quiet submission, waiting for the moment they could let their collective guard down for a moment and breath in a silent sigh of relief.

horror-3690119_640The noise traveled around them as the dead moved past them, their route punctuated by the thudding of dead limbs on the siding. After a few moments of relative silence, the sound around them changed, the knocking louder, accompanied by the sound of panicked words.

“Let me in! They’re coming back!” It was woman, her voice frantic, the words hushed but strident.

A sea of faces turned to me, their eyes searching my face for any clue as to what I was thinking. Would I let her in and risk them all, or would I dub her the newest odd woman out?

© 2019 Julianne Snow

FLASH FICTION FRIDAY: In Hiding | #flashfiction #freefiction

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In Hiding

All I can see is the blue sky above me as I lay in hiding. I can hear them all around me, shuffling through the colourful panorama of fallen leaves. I’d been stupid, thinking the gully would keep me safe, hidden. But I began to realize they wouldn’t actively avoid the drop. Instead they’d fall into it, joining me at the bottom should they get too close.

I lay there, hoping to remain hidden. And I’m not above admitting I’ve been praying to any deity listening to keep me safe. I feel hollow, but hopeful.

Until it falls atop me.

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FLASH FICTION FRIDAY: headSpace | #100wordchallenge #poetry #pictureprompt #unfiltered #mentalillness

 

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thoughts swirl endlessly

playback on repeat

over and over, monotonous worry

clouding everyday thoughts

everyday tasks

everyday

everyGODDAMNday

I want to break free

breathe the silent sigh of placid peacefulness

just for a moment

to know what free feels like

but anxiety wears me down

down, down, down

the constant unnecessary friend

who comes to play

without invitation

unwanted; all-knowing

destructive; deceptive

always niggling the back of my brain

pushing me to selfdoubt

to second guess

to doubt the hype

to lose faith | joy | selflove

worn out, weary and wary of everything

the cycle begins anew

never ending

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FLASH FICTION FRIDAY: I’ll Do Anything | #flashfiction #pictureprompt #wasters

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I’ll Do Anything…

“Let me in! They’re coming!” The teenage boy pleaded with the face on the other side of the sturdy fence.

Jenn looked over at her compadre on watch and said, “What do you think, Fred? Should we do the Catholic thing?”

Fred laughed, his beard bouncing up and down on his round belly. “Catholic? That’s a good one!” he said. “There ain’t no Catholics here.”

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Again, the pubescent voice begged, “I don’t want to die! Please let me in! I’ll do anything!”

Jenn laughed again, her voice taking on a mocking lilt, “Listen to that Fred! He’ll do anything.”

“Listen you little shit; I’ve never seen a filthier outcast than you.” The venom in her voice palpable, vicious. “We’re not letting you in, so you’d better stay ahead of them.”

Her gaze shifted to the shambling Wasters coming up slowly behind the young man. Grabbing the thin hand that had stretched through the gate to add to his plea, Jann held on tightly, her mirth brimming over. “This’ll teach you not to ask for what’s not yours!”

Fred looked on as the Wasters caught up to the young boy, watching as Jenn snapped her hand back just in time. In mere moments, the frail body was torn apart, blood splattering everything within reach.

Dirty hands ending in broken and dirty fingernails snaked through the open areas of the gate. Jenn smiled over at Fred, raising her gun slightly in response. She wouldn’t shoot though—the Wasters would move on eventually… They always did.

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FLASH FICTION FRIDAY: Apocalyptic Toffee | #trickortreat #sweets #notsosweet #zombies

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Apocalyptic Toffee

Hallowe’en Night – 7:30PM

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The first to be infected sat in a circle in the basement rec room of the parent who’d been sucked into the duty of trick-or-treating that year. There were superheroes, a princess, a witch, and even a cat, all of them devouring the small morsels of candy in their bags with reckless abandon. Mixed into the bounty were the small toffee tidbits lovingly handcrafted by the diminutive, elder woman who lived at the end of the cul-de-sac.

Each year the kids would run up the patio-stone walkway to knock loudly on her front door. And she would come out, her white hair always swept up into a tight bun, her arms bearing the bowl with her special treats. Each one would be greeted by name and a special remark made about their chosen costume for the year. Her house was always their favourite stop, and her toffee was the treat many of them saved for last.

But this year, the toffee was a little different. An ingredient had been tainted before it reached the small woman in her sunny kitchen. With each swirl of the wooden spoon around the saucepan, she mixed death into her sweets this year. And the neighbourhood would never be the same again.

It started with a quickening of the pulse, a flush coming over the children as they sat eating too much of their collected candy for one sitting. The stomach pains crept over them next, twisting cramps that doubled them over as they tried to climb the stairs in search of help. None of them made it past the wooden barrier before the change.

Hallowe’en Night – 8:33PM

“Kids! Your parents are here to pick you up!” The voice called from the front door, falling on deafened ears. Thinking the children were playing in the basement, or perhaps gorging themselves on all their candy, the brown-haired mother made a sweeping gesture to the congregated parents, inviting them in before moving down the hall. Her hand touched the gleaming doorknob and turned it, released the little monsters that waited for her.

They erupted from the basement, their bodies hungry for more than candy now. In a frenzy, amid the panicked screams, they ripped her apart, her blood mingling with the smears of chocolate already on their faces. It didn’t take them long to decimate her body, to infect her with their toffee sickness, her body rising in turn as the other parents came to investigate the source of the screams.

Hallowe’en Night – 11:18PM

The police couldn’t contain them and wound up succumbing like all the rest who’d had the misfortune of crossing their paths. It spread outward from the epicenter of the dead-ended street, a ballooning of bloody corpses in search of the uninfected. It was the start of something big, something that wouldn’t be stopped.

And at the centre of it all, a little old woman sat, scared and alone; unaware of the part she’d played in the end of the world.

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FLASH FICTION FRIDAY: Carly | #flashfiction #freefiction #undeadfiction

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Carly

It fluttered on the fence—the small piece of tattered fabric. I would have recognized the pattern from anywhere. Small eggplant coloured dots on a lavender background. It was once her favourite shirt. The shirt she was wearing when it happened.

I remember the day clearly. The sky was blue and the park full of kids, all of them laughing as they played.

But then they came. Their flesh greying, the smell of them making the breath catch in your throat.

Now I track you through the city, looking for bursts of purple among the decaying faces of the dead.

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FLASH FICTION FRIDAY: Symphony of Bones | #poetry #shortfiction #flashfiction #freefiction

Symphony of Bones

Pelvis nestled next to my chin

The hollow core of your being ready to resonate

The bow made of tendon and bone slides over the strings

My fingers press the taut strands of your golden hair

Each touch of hair to spine as the bow is drawn over them sings a melody of you

A sadly sweet sound reminiscent of your laugh

I press harder with my fingers

The rigid tendon lapped to your ulna scrapes across silken strands

Eliciting a scream from your violin

A tightness wells, my heart burns with a mix of love, hate

I give myself over to your music, the sweet pain of your former existence overwhelming

More notes join the cadence of pained tones

As instruments of former loves join the chorus

Melodies of love and death mingle, pain and pleasure assault the senses

Harmoniously discordant

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FLASH FICTION FRIDAY: Prey | #freefiction #flashfiction

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Prey

The blood covered its front, freely running down its throat down over the tattered clothing it now wore. It was indiscriminate, partaking of the flesh from anyone who happened across its path. A lonely, hungry existence at times. But then there was the reward of the kill, that moment where all it saw was red—glorious, satiating red.

A flicker of moment caught its eye, decaying tendons stretching, almost tearing as it turned its head, focusing on the movement.

Fresh meat had come around the corner; it was time to hunt again.

Red overwhelmed it, its prey in its sights.

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FLASH FICTION FRIDAY: Fingers | #flashfiction #freefiction

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Fingers

Sally held her breath, knowing it was just around the corner. She could hear it hitting the wall, soft thumps of decaying flesh sure to leave marks on the painted surface.

If it found her, it would be over. She had nowhere to go in the dead-ended hallway she’d boxed herself into.

They inched around the edge, putrescent green fingers testing what had once contained them. It was coming to get her.

Sally screamed, unable to keep her panic contained. As punishment, the rotten face followed its fingers, the cold milky eyes lighting with hunger at the sight of her.

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FLASH FICTION FRIDAY: Pom-poms | #freefiction #flashfiction

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Pom-poms

It still held the pom-poms in its undead fingers, the yellow and white strips pocked with darkening blood. It belonged to the once beautiful blonds who’d cheered so loudly for her team—before the opposing team’s quarterback took a chuck out of her throat.

There were only screams after that.

As she fell, the heavily-padded zombie fell with her, consuming her flesh until someone pulled him off. Not that it would matter—she was already dead; the virus now working its way through her system.

It got to its feet, new eyes open to the surrounding world. Then it lunged.

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