Category: E for Everyone

Force of Nature

I ducked under the breakfast room table just as a carving knife thunked into the wall where my head used to be. I reached behind my back and tried in vain to pry off the cookie sheet sucked tightly against me.

“IS YOUR ATTRACTION REALLY SO HARD FOR YOU TO BELIEVE?” Jess shouted at me through the slatted doors of the pantry.

“YES, BECAUSE I AM NOT MAGNETO!”

“APPARENTLY YOU ARE, NOW!”

The doors to the lazy susan shuddered and the silverware drawer rattled in its frame. I tried to make myself into an even smaller ball among the chair legs. “WHAT DO WE DO?”

“YOU MAKE IT STOP!”

“Sure,” I muttered into my knees. “Because I have any idea how to control it.”

I shrieked as the lazy susan door crashed open, and the spinning shelf inside began flinging pots and pans across the kitchen. They slammed into the chairs around me and stuck there, unable to get through and unable to escape my inexplicable magnetic pull. But hey, now I had a shield if the forks got free and headed for my eyes.

“HOLY CRAP, I’M GLAD WE DON’T KEEP CANNED GOODS IN THIS PANTRY!” Jess yelled. “MAYBE WE CAN REVERSE YOUR POLARITY OR SOMETHING?”

“YEAH, THAT SOUNDS SUPER SAFE FOR OUR NEIGHBORS!”

The oven door banged open and the floor rumbled beneath my body. Pipes groaned.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “We are so screwed.”

Submitted for Thursday Threads, 285 – Weird, Wild, and Wicked.
Required Phrase: “Is your attraction so hard for you to believe?”

#3LineThursday Entry: Dandelion on Black

Like me, this flower has lost its seeds.
We have been stripped by others before we were ready.
White seeds float to birth anew; mine are simply dead.

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Submitted for #3LineThursday Week 32. Requirements:

  • 3 lines only
  • No more than 10 words per line
  • Forbidden words: Dandelion, Weed, Black
  • Based on picture found here: #3LineThursday Week 32

 

The Informant

The old beggar in the theater alley saw all. He called himself Shaheed, and in Mac’s line of work, she cared little for the truth of names.

“Ah, coffee and company.” Shaheed’s bones popped as the pile of rags against the brick wall coalesced into something human.

“Maple latte.” Mac handed him the warm cardboard cup.

Shaheed sipped and sighed, sending some centipede-like thing back into the depths of his beard. “Story time, Aadi?”

Not her name or the pseudonym she’d given him. She’d asked what it meant once, but he’d just smiled. She still had nightmares about the man’s teeth. “Tell me what you’ve seen.”

“Yesterday it began.” He chuckled and shook his head. “I am wrong again. The beginning was centuries ago. Yesterday the end began.”

Ugh. One of his crazy days.

“You doubt me, Aadi, but the one you seek changes everything.” He fumbled in his rags, unhousing some kind of mutant roach. “I know it’s here.” The mountains of fabric around him squealed. “Aha. The ticket.”

Mac tried not to touch his fingers as she accepted, and she ignored the warning prickle running up the back of her neck. “He will be there, then.”

“You will find what you need. Now go.”

206 Words
Written for: Flash! Friday
Required story element (this week: character. The below character type must be your story’s central focus):


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Photo Prompt:

The Beggar. CC2.0 photo by Foto_Michel.

The Beggar. CC2.0 photo by Foto_Michel.

 

 

 

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