Flash Mob Writes 1 – 07

Posted in Uncategorized on April 10, 2015 by drmagoo

Prompt: https://flashmobwrites.wordpress.com/2015/04/10/flashmobwrites-1×07/

I woke up covered in grime, a mixture of sweat and whatever had kicked me out of the sewer last night. My stomach quailed at the smell, but I knew I didn’t have anything left to come up. To avoid adding more bile to the already revolting taste in my mouth, I pulled myself up and staggered to the bathroom.

I waited until the shower got to lukewarm and then stepped under the spray, not wanting to even touch my clothes until they at least got rinsed off. The only soap was pink and fruity – Angie’s? Kelly’s? God. I didn’t even know whose house I was at. But it got me clean, and the towel I grabbed from the closet got me dry.

I didn’t have any clothes to put on that didn’t revolt me, but if I didn’t want to venture out in just a towel, I was going to have to find something to put on. I hoped I was at Kelly’s – she was about my height, and I could probably steal some sweats or something to keep me from getting arrested on the way home. Angie was too damned petite. A plus for bedroom gymnastics, a minus for swapping clothes after…

After. I shuddered, and pushed open the door to the bedroom. After. Fuck. If I could avoid remembering that this was now a world that was After What Happened, I’d be a much happier man.

From the pictures on the mirror, I realized I was at Angie’s, but I needed clothes, so I went pawing through her dresser anyway, hoping for some dumbass luck.

And I found some. I didn’t really want to think about which ex- or current boyfriend had left this stuff, but there it was, crammed into the back of the bottom drawer. Clean and dressed, I realized I could possibly pass for a human now.

After.

My stomach rumbled again, but this time, it wanted me to put something in it. Angie was a hell of a cook, so she’d probably have something laying around that was better than the ketchup bottle I had at home. Her fridge was indeed full, and I stared blankly at the array of foods for a while. I couldn’t imagine what it was like to have access to that much food, and never wonder if you’d have to do something you didn’t want to to get your next meal. But when I caught sight of the roast on the bottom shelf, my stasis broke.

Angie had trussed the roast up, filling the center with some sort of herbs and butter, but she hadn’t cooked it yet, something I didn’t realize until after I’d already torn some chunks out of the bloody flesh, chewing through the ropes she’d used to tie the thing together and spitting the twine out so I could get to more meat. As the meat worked its way down my esophagus, I thought again of the night before and After.

And smiled.

Flash Friday Vol 3-18

Posted in Uncategorized on April 10, 2015 by drmagoo

Prompt: https://flashfriday.wordpress.com/2015/04/10/flash-friday-vol-3-18/

“Watch ye therefore, for ye know not when the master of the house cometh”

Jesus Christ had been spit on outside some of the most elite addresses in the world. He’d also been kicked, ignored, taunted, and forcibly removed. Who had time for the least among us when there were billions at stake?

To be fair, He’d also been knifed, robbed, and ignored by people living in abject poverty. For what good is the golden rule when your children haven’t eaten since the day before last?

Today, He was outside a church, and He’d been on Earth long enough to know that nothing would be different here. The people inside sang hymns of praise to Him, but not a one recognized that the foul-smelling man in the dirty robe begging on the steps was their Savior.

The men and women on the television talked about His imminent return as if He’d come with angels and thunderclaps. But what lessons has a child learned if she only behaves well out of hope of a reward or fear of punishment? He’d watched these people, the ones who cried out so desperately to be saved but had learned nothing about what He’d taught them. And He knew that loving someone sometimes meant letting go.

This time, He did nothing to intervene when His Father caused the seas to rise.

Flash! Friday: Vol 3-16

Posted in Uncategorized on March 29, 2015 by drmagoo

Prompt: https://flashfriday.wordpress.com/2015/03/27/flash-friday-vol-3-16

Never Alone

The jeering began as soon as she started up the path to the clinic.

“I told you that boy was trouble. But you always knew better than me, didn’t you, you little tramp? Spread your legs enough times and you’re bound to catch something.”

Julia spun around. “M…mom?” Her mom was a thousand miles away, and Julia hadn’t even told her. How could…

But of course she couldn’t. Julia was alone in the chill of the morning.

“Your mother was never strict enough, and your father… He was a man, I knew he’d lay with any strumpet who’d have him. At least the whores he visited were smart enough to take precautions. They’re Jezebels, but you’re a murderer.”

“Grandmother Collins? But you’re.” Julia shook her head, tried to clear the screeching from her ears. She’d never once had her Grandmother’s approval when she was alive, and apparently nothing had changed in death.

Julia wrapped her arms tightly around herself and fought her way to the door. The voices in her head reached a crescendo as she took the handle. Her foot hovered over the threshold, absorbing every argument, making them part of herself.

When her foot finally came down, Julia stepped into her new world. But not alone. Never alone.

Flash Mob Writes 1×01

Posted in Uncategorized on February 28, 2015 by drmagoo

Prompt: https://flashmobwrites.wordpress.com/2015/02/27/flashmobwrites-1×01/

In my dreams, I was a person worthy of her love. She’d picked me over all the others, and we came together to pledge our lives to each other. A holy fool all colored blue in the waning light of an otherworldly star said a bunch of things I didn’t understand, and it was over.

In my dreams, I was a person worthy of her anger. She’d cry and scream, but never leave, even though I was a bastard, even though I was a liar and a cheater and a thief. I hated myself too, but she could have left, and she didn’t.

In my dreams, I was a person worthy of her disdain. She didn’t need me, didn’t want me, but would keep me around as a trophy, an emblem of the trials of her younger years. It was no way to live, but I stayed drunk enough to deal with it, and the time passed.

In my dreams, I was a person worthy of her betrayal. What happiness I had, I’d taken from her unjustly, and it was her life’s work to make me pay every way that a man could. But she wouldn’t let me go, because her need to watch me suffer outweighed everything else in her mind.

In my dreams, I was a person worthy of her respect. She stayed with me just to see what I would do, how I would attack the challenge of each new day. We did great things together, she and I, in dreams that had no substance beyond the aether in which they were formed.

In my dreams, I was a person worthy of her disinterest.

In my dreams, I was a person worthy of her lust.

In my dreams, I was a person worthy of her.

In my dreams, I hadn’t ended her life.

Flash Friday Vol 3 week 12

Posted in Uncategorized on February 27, 2015 by drmagoo

William the Conqueror

The Conqueror crushed boulders beneath his enormous feet, striding through the blasted land like a child through a sandbox. There were none who would dare oppose him, not since the Battle of the Feast at his last birthday celebration. Many things ended that day, and The Conqueror wasn’t happy. If there is no one to be conquered, who is The Conqueror to be?

With every step, The Conqueror came closer to the scene of the Battle. The destruction was wide-ranging that day, and The Conqueror had to avoid the remnants of the Seventh Fleet, the Great Rose Garden, and a shrubbery before he came to the epicenter.

There was naught here but destruction. The grass that was able to grow was forever tinted a fluorescent green. A ring of brightly colored trains were smashed face-first into the bark of an oak tree. And the debris from a dozen dozen dismembered beings would forever stand as a warning to all those who would dare oppose The Conqueror.

But wait? What was this, over here, near the fish pond? Was that his Bumblebee? And in the water? Hotshot? Mommy said they’d been lost in the Battle. The Conqueror smiled, and strode into the water. There was still Conquering to do, after all.

ThursThreads – Year Three!

Posted in Uncategorized on February 19, 2015 by drmagoo

Prompt: http://siobhanmuir.blogspot.com/2015/02/thursthreads-tying-tales-together-three.html

“So there I am, pointing ol’ Betsy here at the two mopes, and the dame won’t shaddup. I told her to split, and she was all like ‘If they stay, I stay.’ Y’know, like she was some hero broad or sometin.”

“Yeah, so whadya do?”

“I whacked all tree of them, that’s what I did.”

“Holy shit, George. You know who she wuz, right?”

“I hadn’t seen her mug before in my life, and I don’t care if she was Mary, Queen’a da Scots. Those two hadta die, and she didn’t scram when I told her to scram. I don’t like loose ends. Why, who wuz she? Some high-society broad?”

“Naw, not that kinda dame. She was Mickey’s daughter, Louisa.”

“Whathefuck do I care if she was Mickey’s daughter or what her name was? Mick knows he’s fish food he ever comes my way, and he thinks he can do da same to me, with or without no daughter. So now he’s extra honked off. Big deal.”

“Big deal is dat he loved her sumpin’ fierce. She was his only girl, y’know. Man like dat don’t take this lyin’ down, fish food or no.”

“So I’ll watch out for Mick. Geez, what crawled in your butt about dis girl? You know I can handle myself against Mickey freakin’ McWhateverthefuckhisnameis.”

“It ain’t Mickey you should be worryin’ about right now, George.”

“Meanin’ what?”

“Meanin’ she wasn’t just Mick’s daughter.”

“What the fuck you talkin’ about?”

“She was my fiancée.”

VisDare 85

Posted in Uncategorized on February 13, 2015 by drmagoo

Prompt: https://anonymouslegacy1.wordpress.com/2015/02/10/visdare-85-second-sight/

Monica’s fingers weaved through the sunbeams, creating universes in the dust motes floating through the air. Here, a world is created out of nothing, whole civilizations coming to life as the glare of the late-afternoon sun reveals lives which had heretofore remained undreampt of. There, hope comes to an end too quickly as darkness comes to a billion peoples, any trace of their existence wiped out in an instant.

Here, on the worn shag carpet in the peace between the end of the school day and her parents’ arrival home, Monica was no longer fugly. She was no longer clumsy. She was no longer the designated reject. She was not yet stupid. She was not yet dreaming of an excuse to explain away another bruise. She was not yet a thing, unwelcome in one moment and the target of unseemly gazes the next.

In this moment, she was a queen.

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