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.

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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.

The Corpsicle

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/grave-digger-100-words/

Below you can find my entry for this week.  I hope you have fun reading and, as before, any comments and feedback are always appreciated.

The Corpsicle

We found the corpsicle on the dark side of Corinthian IV.  The frozen xenoform was little more than scattered bones suspended within a strangely isolated block of clouded ice.  That it was set beneath an imposing monolith which thrummed with leaden menace did little to dissuade the scientists’ decision to resurrect the beast.

Now, as I navigate shifting deathly sands and blink away the cerulean glare of an alien sun I feel the gun in my hands as a heavy, futile thing.  An ancient terror stalks me, possessed of both unfathomable intelligence and boundless savagery.  In my final moments I wonder: if my scattered remains are discovered in some distant age, will I be brought back?

The Summoning

Here is my entry to this week’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:

The original image, along with a full explanation of the Friday Fictioneers concept, can be found at:

http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/2012/02/15/photo-prompt-for-100-word-flash-fridayfictioneers-18/

So here’s the story; as always I appreciate any thoughts, comments and ideas for improvement.  Enjoy!

The Summoning

Their ritual complete, the three students waited by the ancient stone, anxious to subjugate their promised elemental.  Behind them, the night unfurled and a shadowed and noxious thing coalesced into being.  He fell upon them with a grim silence, rending and eviscerating until only a fine blood mist remained.
As sanguine Rorschach blots formed on the rock,  a second, more mundane shadow shuffled among the mulch and decay of the forest.
“The Blood Lichen is seeded once again, my Lord.  Why do you desire it so?”
The query was met with a dry chuckle, not unlike the sound of dead leaves crumbling.
“Because, my dear Faestus, without it my soups would be terribly bland.”

‘The Sack of Mycovia’

The following was first featured on my original blog at:

http://cyberpunkfiction.blogspot.com/

I’m reposting it here as it feels like it’ll be more at home.  Here goes:

Below is my entry to Madison Woods’s #FridayFictioneers.  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:

The original image, along with a full explanation of the Friday Fictioneers concept, can be found at:

http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/2012/02/08/photo-prompt-for-100-word-flash-fridayfictioneers-17/

I’d like to extend my thanks to Madison for the inspiration 🙂

Here’s the story (Any comments/feedback would be appreciated; I am always trying to improve):

The Sack of Mycovia

 Behind wax sealed eyes, the Crooked Seers discovered Mycovia in fevered dreams. They whispered furtively to the Undying Emperor and told him tales of a hidden race of mushroom people.  With a languid gesture of his desiccated hand, he dispatched his most feared abominations to bring him Mycovian specimens for his terrible menagerie.

On dark wings they flew, riding a fetid wind, wielding chitinous spears and filling the night with eldritch cries.  They left Mycovia desolate, clutching their diminutive captives in pulsating mucus sacks.  Below, unseen by shifting eyes, Mycovia’s chosen remained concealed beneath loam. They would endure, as they always had.

 Copyright © A. Flood 2012

Dusting off the keys…

Welcome to my new blog.  This is where I’ll house most of my writing, be it flash fiction of varying flavours, story fragments and samples, complete stories or other outpourings.  I’m returning to writing following a break surrounding the arrival  of my wonderful son.  I’m finding myself adopting new approaches to writing now, so it’ll be interesting to see what happens (for me, at least).  Thanks in advance to anyone who chooses to join me here.  I hope you feel it’s time well spent.