Flash Friday Fiction: 1001 Nights

Sinbad the Sailor. Illustration by Frances Brundage, published 1898 in The Arabian Nights, edited by George Fyler Townsend.
Sinbad the Sailor. Illustration by Frances Brundage, published 1898 in The Arabian Nights, edited by George Fyler Townsend.

1001 Nights – 250 words

She wanted a magic lamp with a genie. Not the Robin Williams, in-your-face kind of genie; big, loud guys weren’t her type, though she dealt with her fair share. No, she wanted the I Dream of Jeannie genie, but a male version, of course. In an outfit like cartoon Aladdin wore, only he – and his six-pack – would be real.

Where was her rags-to-riches story? Her Prince Charming? Her Richard Gere?

Life on the streets was no Hollywood movie, for sure.

She shoved the mass of bleached-blonde hair out of her eyes and sighed. A glimpse in the mirror told her yesterday’s make-up was today’s clown mask. A clown. That’s what she was. A gross distortion of the little princess she’d once been, back when she had a home. A family.

She’d thrown it all away like a farmer emptying slops, spreading venom and hatred far and wide, encasing her parents in chunks of anger, denial, rebellion, fear.

This was no fairy tale. This was Good Girl Gone Bad, the privileged reduced to the prostitute, desperation oozing out of every pore along with cigarette smoke.

The light from the bulb in the ceiling sputtered and went out.

She closed her eyes. She should go out, too. Out with a bang, or with a whimper. It wouldn’t matter. Just out.

She rubbed her belly. It kicked in response. She was out of options. Out of wishes.

One thousand and one nights of hell.

She picked up the phone.

“Hello, mom?”


As you might have guessed from the picture and the title of my story, this week’s novel inspiration is The Arabian Nights, a collection of ancient Middle Eastern folktales. Among the more famous of these stories are Sinbad the Sailor, Scheherazade, Aladdin, and Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves.

Our challenge was to craft a story of exactly 250 words using 2 of the following story elements (picture was an option prompt, and not one I used).

* Conflict: varies; often man vs man or man vs self
Character (choose one): street urchin, adventuring sailor, girl unaware of her true heritage
Theme(s) (choose one): Rags to riches, justice, forgiveness
Setting: ancient Persia

I chose street urchin (of a sort) and man vs. self. What do you think? Wanna read other contributions? Grab that magic carpet and head on over to Flash Friday Fiction.

 

Writer Wednesday: Meet Phyllis Duncan

Phyllis DuncanWoo hoo! It’s Writer Wednesday! Everybody dance! Er, or, not. But I AM excited to have Phyllis Duncan with us today, as she is a fellow member of my beloved Shenandoah Valley Writers, and the first SVW friend I ever met in “real life.” (I still claim online life is somewhat real, but that’s a different discussion.)

Phyllis writes spy tales – and, most recently, a spy love story (hooray!). So settle in and get comfortable (but not too comfortable – you never know who’s lurking around the corner) as Phyllis shares a bit about herself and her TWO brand-new releases, My Noble Enemy and The Better Spy.


 What inspires you to write?

Just about anything in contemporary history (Cold War to the present), even current events, but mostly I write about injustice and the rendering of justice, even though the means may be morally questionable. That’s why I love the espionage genre—the “real” stuff, not what you see in James Bond movies. Spies lie, cheat, deceive, and worse to save lives or achieve what they believe is a preferred outcome—depends on which side you’re on, though. I’ve always enjoyed exploring morally dubious characters.

Name two things people don’t know about you.

I was named the Cutest Baby East of the Mississippi a long, long (long) time ago, but that was before I cut most of my long hair off one day in Sunday School.

I was a certificated flight instructor (still a certificated pilot), and I once got to fly the Goodyear blimp. Totally awesome, by the way.

What’s your favorite romance novel of all time, and why?

I don’t normally write romance, though I refer to my recently published novella as a love story. I also don’t normally read romance, except for J.D. Robb and Janet Evanovich—and now Margaret Locke!—and I use Robb and Evanovich for my escape-reality reading. My all-time favorite romance is, without question, Jane Eyre. My parents sent me to a Christian school for a couple of years which reminded me of Lowood (and I’m not being figurative), so I identified with the young Jane’s tribulations deeply. (Hmm, perhaps the start of my interest in reversing injustice?) That unlikely love story between Jane and Rochester is timeless and gives you hope for a happy-ever-after. A lot of what I write doesn’t have a happy ending, so I always go back to Jane Eyre. I’ve probably re-read it a dozen or more times in my life, and I’m sure there are more re-readings of it to come.

(ML: Aw, shucks. I’m delighted you read A Man of Character, and hosted me for an interview! I’m one spoiled author!)


Here’s the blurb for My Noble Enemy:

nobleenemyEdwin Terrell, Jr., has enjoyed his life as a consultant after leaving the CIA. He lives comfortably, has amassed a decent stock portfolio, and, even though he’s in his sixties, he can look forward to years to come, increasing his net worth. That is, until a diagnosis forces him to face the end of his life sooner rather than later.

He finds himself in The Hague, where his former lover, Mai Fisher, works for the U.N. War Crimes Tribunal. Terrell wants to die on his own terms, and he wants Mai to see to that. The only problem is, years before, Mai’s husband, Alexei Bukharin, had declared her and Terrell’s now-platonic relationship off limits.

Mai, however, will not let her friend die alone, even if it means putting her marriage in jeopardy. Terrell abandons his plans to go to a French hospice and intends to spend his last days with the woman he could never have. Alexei soon realizes the only thing keeping the dying man alive is that Mai won’t let him go. To honor the friendship he and Terrell once had, Alexei has to convince her things need to end, now.

In the midst of a dying relationship, a possible new one gets a start in an unlikely place, and old enemies may or may not resolve their differences.

Wow. Very moving. Pick up your copy now!


And here’s the blurb for The Better Spy, releasing on Kindle July 28th, 2015!

BetterSpyThe defining mission of UN covert operative Mai Fisher’s career came in the mid-1980s when she went undercover in the IRA. It was a mission she barely survived, when a shipment of Semtex she intended to destroy before the IRA would distribute it to various cells exploded too soon. Nine people, including a man she’d come to love, died, and she carried the guilt for the rest of her career. Nearly three decades later, a dying soldier has a secret he wants to tell her, one that will change everything.

Pre-order The Better Spy today!


Want to connect with Phyllis? Find her on Facebook, Twitter, or her Website.


Thank you so much for stopping by, Phyllis. It was joy to have you, and I can’t wait to read my new copy of My Noble Enemy, which is sitting next to me as I type! 

Flash Friday Fiction: Ignorance Is Strength

Riot Police. CC2.0 photo by Thomas Hawk.
Riot Police. CC2.0 photo by Thomas Hawk.

Ignorance is Strength – 215 words

“Persistence is futile,” you say.

I laugh. You always get it wrong. “That’s not how it—“

“Persistence is futile,” you interrupt, brows furrowing as your mouth turns down.

I go back to scrubbing the pan. No sense arguing.

“Big Mother is watching,” you say.

I heave a sigh. “Brother. It’s Brother.”

“I’ve got my thigh on you.”

Now I know you have to be kidding. But my guffaws are met with stony silence, your black eyes beading into mine.

I raise up my red, raw hands in surrender.

You nod, and return to cleaning the counters.

I look out the window, watching them march by, all black and white and shouting orders.

A small boy darts out in the middle of them, laughing as his panicked mother lunges after.

They tread on him with no second thoughts, and soon red joins the monochrome color scheme.

I want to cry out, but noise brings notice, and that’s the last thing we want.

I look back at you. You watch me with a steady gaze, a slight nod indicating you, too, saw the horror that just occurred. One of many. An average day.

We duck our heads. Focus on our work.

“Live long and whisper,” you say.

Prosper, my mind corrects, but I don’t bother saying it.


Here were this week’s rules for Flash Friday Fiction:

Using George Orwell’s 1984 (in which a historian secretly rebels against the oppressive government he works for) as novel inspiration, craft a story of 200-225 words, using two of the following story elements:

* Conflict: man vs society (government)
Character: historian
Theme(s): Censorship and/or totalitarianism
Setting: dystopia (near-future society ruled by an evil, oppressive government)

I chose everything except the historian. What do you think of my mini-tale? I’d love to hear from you in the comments! And if you march on over to Flash Friday Fiction, you may read the other weekly offerings, or perhaps contribute your own.

Writer Wednesday: Meet Grace Black

Grace BlackIt’s not only Wednesday, it’s Writer Wednesday! Just what you need to get you through the rest of the week, right?

I’m delighted to welcome fellow flash fiction writer (and host of her own flash fiction contest, Three Line Thursday) and poet, Grace Black. Grab that cup of coffee (or tea, or whatever you like to drink) and settle in for a delightful few minutes learning more about Grace and her work.


What inspires you to write?

Fueled by emotions and the unseen web of words that linger long after we’ve left, I am fascinated by the ordinary moments life offers. The ichor of the first summer cherry as it dribbles down a child’s chin and the broken skins that stain innocent fingers a sunset crimson this is the simple moment of awe and a poet’s manna. Everyday life is an inspiration, and to live is to bleed ink.

Which type of romance do you love, and why?

As a poet, I fall in love with the simplest of things and paradoxes abound. Isn’t life one complex romance in and of itself? I’ve always favored the unexpected romance, the unseen story that’s tucked neatly in the margins of a first draft, and the imprints the author leaves behind, beneath the bindings. Love is the question and the answer.

What’s the one piece of advice you wish you had when first starting out?

Find other writers and share your work, participate in online challenges, or find a local writer’s group where you share work with others. Rejections mean keep writing, they do not mean give up! 

When you find a comfy nook and begin to see small successes, leap; progress comes from taking chances and stepping out of our comfort zones, repeatedly.

(ML’s note: Great advice!)


Three Lines BookOn her collection of poetry, Three Lines:

Grace Black takes her love of poetic brevity and brings you a compilation for the soul. She weaves emotive verse and naked prose in a minimalist format and carries you on a journey through life, love, and loss of the heart. This is poetry that doesn’t know its poetry and is meant to be a visceral experience.

Find Three Lines here:
http://www.amazon.com/Three-Lines-All-Thats-Left/dp/1511560312/ 

Want to know more about Grace? Find her here:

Websitegraceblackwrites.com 

Twitterhttps://twitter.com/blackinkpinkdsk

Facebookhttps://www.facebook.com/GraceBlackInk 


Thanks so much for joining us, Grace.
Your words are beautiful, and I’m glad you could be here.