Thursday, May 31, 2012

Unwritten: MFF#13: A Child Needs His Father by Rebecca Barray

Hello Everyone!! Go over and check out my entry in Mysti Parker's May Flash Fiction Contest on her blog, Unwritten!! Be sure to leave a comment and tell her how much you LOVE my story! ;)

Unwritten: MFF#13: A Child Needs His Father by Rebecca Barray

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Flash Fiction Picture Prompt: Queen Calliope

I was prompted to write this piece of flash fiction for a friend, Katherine Faulcon, who made the picture and requested some writing to go with it. When I looked at her, this just sort of wrote itself. I hope you guys like it. ;)

Queen Calliope

Her newborn laugh resounded like bells and her parents named her Calliope. Golden curls grew around her ivory face. Eyes shone like aquamarines through a thickening fringe of lashes. As a teenager, she hid behind delicate fingers and downcast eyes.
It was particularly this effort to go unnoticed that first drew Charles’s attention. It took him ages to draw up enough courage to speak to her. She was so refined, a princess, no less. He was the son of a nobleman, so he thought himself not hopelessly beneath her, though nearly. He saw her many times before he was brave enough to approach. When he finally did, he could imagine no sound more melodic and pleasurable than her voice. Always soft spoken, her words came forth thoughtful and deliberate.
He sought her out at every social function, monopolizing her attention, though she never seemed to mind. She avoided large groups, though never outwardly uncomfortable, and he sensed that she preferred his solitary presence.
They would sometimes stand on the balcony and discuss a common love of literature beneath the stars. This was where they shared their first kiss. Pale pink lips brushed softly across his, before her cheeks flared with color and his heart nearly escaped his chest.
On their wedding day, she shone brighter than the stars that witnessed their love blossom. Her creamy skin was nearly as pale as her milky white dress. The jewels of her crown made her sky blue eyes sparkle. Her smile revealed her immense happiness at the prospect of spending her life with him. His soul overflowed with love and appreciation at the outstanding luck that he had won her heart.
As time flew by with increasing speed, he found that he loved her more with every passing day, month, year. Their children had children and he was thankful for every second of his blessed life. They still sat on that same balcony, rocking under the stars and speaking of love and literature. They held hands in silence, basking in their shared accomplishments and lives well spent. They gazed into each others’ eyes, content in each others’ arms, even as they shared their last breath, passing peacefully into the afterlife together.

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Sunday, May 6, 2012

Flash Fiction, Poetry, and Photography

I've been pretty busy lately trying to avoid actual writing so I'm posting a flash fiction piece and a poem I've been cleaning up, as well as a few pictures I've taken. The flash fiction story was inspired by a TerribleMinds prompt (from a while back) to write a complete story in five sentences and 100 words, or less. The poem was written in response to one of Robert Lee Brewer's PAD challenges to write a Tanka poem. I had done this one previously (check it out here) and had a lot of fun with it, so I did it again. Photography has become my latest hobby and I've had a lot of fun taking pictures around the house of my flowers and babies. So I decided to share some of the better ones (IMO). ;)

Flash Fiction: KTFO (WC79)

Blood covered my face, but the fight only had thirty more seconds. I jabbed left and she dodged right. I jabbed left then followed with a hard right and she blocked. I leaned back and, when she pursued, popped a straight kick, catching her right under the chin. Her head snapped back just like a Pez dispenser, but no candy came out. As she landed flat on her back, I let rip my victory cry, "KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT!"

Baby Girl

Tanka: Baby Girl

Strawberry blonde hair
Wispy, curly, and cowlick'd
Above sky blue eyes,
Ivory skin, and pale pink lips
Little arms reach up to me


Pretty Roadside Weeds

Pete the Garden Gnome says, "Go Reds!"
Hot Pink Rose
Pink Roses

Hot Pink Rosebud

Garden Mushrooms

This looks like it'd be a great photo prompt for a fantasy...

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If you're interested in my ROW80 progress... well, there isn't really any.