Live Long and Prosper – 157 words

“Did you get a load of the legs on her?”

“Yeah, quite the beauties. All six of them. And those eyes…”

“I know. Prettiest purple I’ve ever seen. Too bad there were three of them. Too distracting for me.”

“Didn’t seem to stop that captain guy. What was his name?”

“Kirk. I think he’d hit on anything from any species.”

“And that tall one with the pointy ears. What was up with him and that Prime Directive he kept talking about?”

“He told me I was highly illogical.”

“You ARE highly illogical. Who else would press all those buttons, just to see what they would do?”

“Are you kidding me? After seeing that Scotty guy–what did he call it?–’beam that alien up’?”

“You should be thanking him for that–that’s what got us back down here safely.”

“Should we tell the president?”

“Nah, he’s got enough on his hands still trying to convince everyone Roswell wasn’t real.”

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I went for the silly today. Sci-fi isn’t my strong suit, and all I could think of when told to incorporate an alien was Star Trek. Good enough for me!

Want to write your own tale about this photo? Launch yourself on over to Flash Friday Fiction and give it a go. Warp speed ahead!

Oh Captain, My Captain (159 words)

It was naive to have thought they’d never get caught, he realized now. Sailing the seas for so many moons, seizing booty without consequence, believing nothing could take them down.

They’d gotten careless. Displayed themselves a little more brazenly.  Laughed at the notion that some day the end would come, that some day they’d be challenged.

He’d always imagined death would come at the hands of the enemy. But it hadn’t. No, it’d come from a careless caress, one he’d thought hidden.

The crew mutinied, led by the first mate, the captain’s right hand. “Ain’t right,” he’d sniggered. “Men ain’t s’pposed to love one another that way.”

They’d thrust a dagger through his captain’s heart, cleaving them both in two. They hadn’t killed him, though. No, they’d left him to a fate much worse than that: a lifetime on this island, with only his beloved’s coat for company.

He bowed his head. “It was worth it, Cap’n,” he whispered.

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Oh, how I love Fridays – especially when the prompt lends itself (at least in my mind) to the inclusion of romance. Within the 150 (+/-10) word limit, we also had to include something about arrogance. Let me know what you think of my story, and please head over to Flash Friday Fiction to read and comment on the other entries, or perhaps enter a tale of your own!

By the way, it’s been one year since I started writing flash fiction, and boy, has it ever been fun! So here’s to me on my flashversary – may there be many more to come. And hopefully I’ll finish a few real novels along the way.

The Fulgurite – 159 words

They say it was a mighty bolt of lightning that darkened the stones surrounding his doorway, but I know better. It was his blackened heart, oozing out to contaminate everything he touched. Including me.

My heart echoes like thunder, beating a frantic rhythm, calling out for him to soothe its cracked and jagged edges. A storm of frightening intensity has taken me prisoner, tossing me back and forth between the rocks on a daily basis. I am withering, poisoned by his disregard and my own foolishness, drowning in a rain of tears, a flood of my own making.

Beware the angry clouds when they are low and rumbling. Heed the warning, and take cover.

They say you can see my form, sitting just below the archway, hand up, beseeching him to come back. I know better. He has rendered me once and forever invisible. A mistake. A remnant of yesterday. Just another weathered block in his wall of conquests.

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Woo hoo! As much fun as I had judging everybody’s entries last week (and not writing), I really enjoyed being able to craft a quick story for this week’s Flash Friday Contest. In addition to the photo prompt, we had to include a thunderstorm in some way within the 150 (+/-10) word limit. What do you think of my take? Please be sure to go read the other entries and leave some feedback – we writers seriously dig that.