Patience – 100(ish) Word Flash Fiction

 

Johnny walked hurriedly down Loughborough Road, his heart thumping. Every day he made this journey to and from school. And every day he passed that empty white house and the hair stood up on his neck. He had no idea why, but that old house terrified him. Today he dared to take a sideways glance, caught a brief snapshot of flaking brickwork, dirty windows and mouldy net curtains. His mum had told him it used to be a doctor’s surgery, many years ago. Johnny hated going to the doctors.

He looked away and carried on walking.

*     *     *

A grey, tapered forelimb rested on the windowsill. Through mottled net curtains, it watched as the boy hurried off. The faint chatter of children’s voices drifted out of its subconscious – was that really how they’d sounded? It couldn’t be sure anymore. It had been so very long.

It turned away and carried on waiting.

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This Friday Fictioneers entry was brought to you by Lyle’s Golden Syrup. Stick it on your shopping list!

Right, first off, if you’re new to the whole #FridayFictioneers shebang (in which case I can say without hyperbole that you have not lived) then please visit Madison Woods’ blog to find out WTF it’s all about and HTF you can take part. While you’re there make sure you check out her entry, then have a gander at the comments to find links to others. Feel free to read and comment on as many as you can, because they are all guaranteed to be awesome. If you are already aware of the #FridayFictioneers then you’ve just wasted valuable reading/commenting time on the above. In addition, you may or may not have discovered that I’m a damn liar.

Moving along, apologies for my absence these last few weeks – what do you mean, you hadn’t noticed? Little bit of traditional English self-deprecation there. Consider that a bonus for depriving you of my obvious talent. What do you mean, what talent? There you go, have another! I’m all about giving.

Frivolity aside, an explanation is in order. I’ve been busy for the last month or so doing up my flat to get it in a reasonable state as we’re hoping to move. Between this, the Domain and other commitments I haven’t had a lot of free time. I was all set to make my stunning return this week, when unfortunately I happened to get sick as a dog. Lazy, useless antibodies. Fortunately I wrote this piece and prepared the illustration in advance, so this time I will not be denied! I won’t be able to read or comment on other entries tonight, or respond to any comments here, as despite technological advances it remains difficult to do so from the confines of the bathroom (apologies for that mental image, I’m trying to dilute my own ill feeling by spreading it around a bit). Hopefully I’ll feel up to it tomorrow. After that, I might do a bit of reading and commenting! There you, a side serving of euphemism to go with your double helping of self-deprecation. Another little bonus for you.

While I’m here, I’d like to take the opportunity to thank Susie Lindau for taking part in my recent 200th comic special. Sadly the planned follow-up has been kiboshed by this accursed disease, but you will still get your cameo appearance as promised, alongside a certain other well-known blogger. Look out for that next week.

Till then, this is Jake Kale signing off. Hopefully not permanently.

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Loose Lips – 100 Word Flash Fiction

 

The pathologist stifled a yawn as he entered the bedroom. What remained of the young woman was spread across the bed before him. Moving past ashen detectives, he began his examination. The head, though blood-spattered, was uninjured. Sightless eyes stared up at him. With the lightest touch from his gloved hand, he teased open her thick, full lips, revealing the slack tongue inside. Formerly motile organs that had brought him such pleasure just a few short hours ago…

He drew back, mindful of his colleagues. Soon, she’d be on the slab in his morgue. Then the fun would really begin.

* * *

This one was inspired by the work of a friend of mine, Mr. Daniel Brown (no, not that one). Technically, his Creative Commons license forbids expanding on any of his work, but I’m kinda of hoping he won’t mind in this case. If he does, then this is not the same character. Just one very similar. They look alike, too, and have a similar MO. But they’re totally different, I assure you. His story is well worth a read and fits the rules for this here contest perfectly, so be sure to check it out. You maybe could encourage him to get in on this, too. Be subtle about it though, don’t just charge in shouting “WRITE MORE STUFF!” I have learned from bitter experience that this is not a good way to motivate someone, unless that someone is a fist that you want to motivate into your face.

Right, I’m off to read other people’s stuff now, assuming my internet holds out. Honestly, a little bit of snow and the greatest technological achievement known to man goes on the fritz. Internet scientists, sort this out before the next ice age or we could have a problem. Hopefully your internet is OK, in which case feel free to read, comment and link back to your entries. If you have no idea what I’m talking about (which, let’s face it, is likely the case) drop by Madison Woods’ blog to learn more about the Friday Fictioneers (not to be confused with the Musketeers, or indeed the Muskehounds). Have fun! Just don’t mess up the place.

Jake

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Circular Logic – 100 Word Flash Fiction

 

After storing the ropes and planks in the Land Rover’s boot, Charlie and Bowen admired their handiwork. A perfect circle. Simple, effective and a hoax. Hoax claim proved.

Then they noticed a figure moving towards them. Tall. Grey. Big black eyes.

“My God,” Charlie said. “It’s an alien! Aliens are real!”

They jumped into the Land Rover and sped away in a panic. They didn’t spot the low cobbled wall until it was too late.

* * *

Aaron removed the mask and watched as the little scrotes emerged from the stricken Land Rover and scurried away. “Teach ’em to destroy my crops!”

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This is my second crop circle in as many days. No, not literally! Perhaps I should explain. In addition to this site I also publish comics over at my other site, “The Master Of His Domain”. The main comic just concluded its second season, so during the break I’m publishing a selection of filler material, including the brand-new “Grey Area”, which focuses on the exploits of the infamous aliens. It’s proved popular so far (read: it hasn’t got any complaints), and is well worth a look.

This story itself was intended to be a longer one, and was briefly reworked as a Master Of His Domain comic before I gave up on it. I might do a longer version some day, but this’ll do for now.

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