Facsimile Forest

A busy Friday to bookend a busy week.  I’d still like to try my best to keep up with Madison Woods’s Friday Fictioneers and so I’ve written another piece of flash inspired by her photo prompt:

Madison’s site hosts the original image along with her story.  Other authors’ stories will be linked in the comments section there.  Here’s the link to follow:

http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/flash-fiction/you-wanna-piece-a-me-100-words/

I intially hit a proverbial brick wall with this one but eventually something sparked/short circuited the synapses and several ideas collided at once.  ‘Facsimile Forest’ ended up being the winner.  I hope you enjoy it.  Thank you for stopping by 🙂

‘Facsimile Forest’

The vanishing haunts me still. I remember being swallowed by a prowling, inky void and a crushing loss of sensory input. Then came the chamber, inconceivable in immensity and design. My new home.

They have subjected me to a labyrinthian maelstrom of alien environments, gravity and perceived time shifting with no discernable purpose. And each time I near the fringes of sanity, they use their nanotechnology to conjure a companion for me. These fabricants now serve only to deepen my dementia and despair.

Today I find myself waking in a facsimile forest to the speculative nuzzlings of a pensive, wet nosed dog. Something is different here. Behind the eyes. I begin to weep. This dog is real.

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The Morpheus Piper

It’s that Friday Fictioneers feeling once again: writers of varying stripes come together under a shared banner and have fun writing flash fiction inspired by Madison Woods’s photo prompt.  Here’s this weeks’:

Madison’s site hosts the original image along with her story.  Other authors’ stories will be linked in the comments section there.  Here’s the link to follow:

http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/flash-fiction/cellar-walls-100-words/

Below is my entry for this week.  I hope you enjoy and, just as before, I am always very happy to receive comments and feedback/critique.  Thanks for stopping by 🙂

The Morpheus Piper

In the Place Beyond I am deified, a saviour of souls. Their laughter and song manifest in a pleasant haze of synaesthesia, rich colours swirling along the edges of my reverie. Suddenly, the pipes tremble insistently in their nook, reminding me that my time as a Morpheus Piper is not yet at an end.  I stir from my bed of silken dreamthreads and begin a melody to part the veil.

In the cities, I am a ragged vagabond, beneath notice and so free to seek the Pained Ones.  The first is on the Rainbow Bridge, distraught. And the last is no better, a pistol clutched with fevered hands.  Seven in all, they resonate variously to the tune of solitude.  I play counterpoint on my pipes and discord becomes harmony as I lead them to their Place Beyond.

The Archivist

It’s that time of the week again, when a diverse group of writers come together to take on the challenge that is Madison Woods’s ‘Friday Fictioneers’.  The idea is to write a piece of flash fiction (in this case, a piece of approximately 100 words) prompted/inspired by the following image:

Madison’s site hosts the original image along with her story.  Other authors’ stories will be linked in the comments section there.  Here’s the link to follow:

http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/flash-fiction/sapphire-rhapsody/

I found this week far more challenging than the previous three.  I had several ideas bouncing around and, as is becoming habit, I let them percolate until a clear favourite emerged.  Normally I write the ‘winner’ in my head.  If it sticks until the next day, it’s probably a story I can be happy with.  No such luck this time.  Re-writes ahoy… tut.  That said, here is my entry for this week.  I hope you enjoy and, as always, your comments and feedback are greatly appreciated 🙂

‘The Archivist’

Beneath a ceiling threaded with veins of bioluminescence, The Archivist sits in perfect seiza and gazes wistfully at the sprawling skyline below. How many more? she wonders, her fingertips absently tracing the facets of a memory stone.

Gems radiate from her in a fractal whirl, each one echoing a life lost. As a tactile empath, she must find a final home for them.  However, the Overseer’s complex coding system irritates, even threatens to diminish the lingering resonance of the souls she encounters. She is weary.

Drawn now to a rubellite tourmaline, her heart swells with a maelstrom of emotion. She experiences the life of a transient with artisan hands, crafting toys from trash for orphans and runaways. This is the life she desires, her final home.  A sigh parts her lips and she succumbs.