Friday, 31 January 2014

Just a regular day - for Flash Friday

"All right, boys. gather round. Now look this way. Hey, you, boy with the stupid haircut, look at the guy in the car. Good, good, keep it like that for a second... Done."
"Hey, Sol, there's a phone call waitin' for you."
"Who's it from?"
"He said he's your boss."
"That wise guy. Just now, when there's this wreck."

"Yeah, Jeff."
"It's boss to you, clown. Why the hell are you taking pictures of an accident?"
"It's not every day your wheel falls off because of a rock in the middle of the road, you know. It'll sell."
"What if it doesn't? What do you intend to do in that case?"
"I'll do whatever you want me to. For a whole week."
"Confident, huh? Fine. Make sure you get a statement from the driver."
"I think he's been taken away. There's just a passenger left."
"Him, then. Now get goin'."

For this week's Flash Friday.

Tuesday, 28 January 2014

Busy gal - Flash Fiction for Trifecta

Photo credit : Thomas LeuthardFoterCC BY

Passing by, I see this young woman searching through books thicker than a D-cup. She has a half-empty slushie that looks to have melted by this scorching heat. I wonder what's so important.

For this week's Trifecta.

Monday, 27 January 2014

Lose some, win some - Flash Fiction

After the boxing match, Jennifer stood beside her husband's dressing room.
When she opened the door, she saw him lying on the bench.
Don't worry, honey. You don't get to win every time.”
But I just did,” he said as he heard a kick from inside his wife's belly.

Friday, 24 January 2014

Illusions - for Flash Friday

I'm sitting here, in the middle of the town square, looking at the statue of some guy who lived centuries ago.
I have no idea who he is, what he did, or why he is put there in the first place. But he must've been some big shot to be featured in the most important area of this town.
Judging by that scepter and the way it's thrust in the ground, I'd say he was a tyrant. One who wasn't loved by people, but they were too afraid to do anything about it.
Then came the politicians and every other wise guy with a big belly who languished in his fame and fortune.
Until it was time to go. In the dungeon. In the tomb. In the waters. Simply go and make room for another spineless guy.
What a destiny.
Wish I could have his power for an hour.

For this week's Flash Friday.

Tuesday, 21 January 2014

Haiku of the Dead Anthology

If you like Haiku, and you like zombies, what better way to enjoy them than through an anthology that combines both?
Then purchase it from Amazon or Createspace.

Friday, 17 January 2014

A bit of fun? - for Flash Friday

     “Jenny, you can take your blindfold off.”
“What’s this? A roller coaster? I told you I didn’t like them.”
“Yeah, but look. You can walk on this one. There’s nothing to fear.”
“Sure? If something happens, I’ll put you in the hospital.”
“Haha. Okay, okay. Just make sure you a judo maneuver, not a taekwondo kick. That way I won’t get to spend a month behind white tiles.”
“Two months.”
“Why is my gut trembling?”
“Maybe it sensed something from me.”
“I haven’t even set foot on the platform and already I’m getting dizzy.”
“And I feel great… Hey, is that a tiger over there?”
“Where? …I don’t see a thing in the woods.”
“I’m pretty sure I saw one springing from tree to tree.”
“A ninja tiger? You saw too many anime.”
“I’m serious. Look. There it went again.”

“It’s coming this way. Holy sh…”

Thursday, 16 January 2014

Fauxpocalypse - The Paperback Edition

The fake apocalypse that caught everyone by surprise and stirred the pot in readers minds is now available as a paperback.

Either at Amazon or at Createspace.
Or on Smashwords for the ebook only.

Tuesday, 14 January 2014

I knew - for Trifecta

The first time I saw your cheeks get red from my pale lips, I knew.
Two days later, you said 'Yes' and I knew.
Nine months later, I heard a scream. I knew.

For this weeks Trifextra.

Friday, 10 January 2014

Not such a pleasant drive - for Flash Friday

Good day to be driving around the countryside, eh, James?
Just look at this prosperous forest. Branches on the dirt road, grass all burned, the red river full of dead fish. Wait, I actually think I see some human limbs. Delightful. Now we’re headed into what seems like an elephant-sized tree trunk whose head was chopped off, and its knickers area shrilled to pieces. Like some sort of a magic gate, eh, James? This is unreal to you too? I knew it.
Argh. Pesky hole in the ground. Almost stuck the wheel in. Good thing it’s wooden and gets out faster.
What’s this? People in armor covered in silver tunics? Swords? And they’re saying something I don’t understand. Do you, James? No. Of course you don’t.

Whoa. The chap in front has a vertical bow of sorts. And he’s aiming… Straight at my neck. Looks like it’s over James, old doll.

Flash Friday

Tuesday, 7 January 2014

Hello. Goodbye. - Flash Fiction for Trifecta

Egads. Why are you holding a knife in your hand? And why is it blood-stained? What's with the body near your feet? Wait. Why are you coming at me? I won't tell. I don't even care. No. No. I'll give you my money. And my credit card number. This thing will be between us, like "Whatever, bro." You know? Just...

For this week's Trifecta challenge.

Monday, 6 January 2014

The lovable master - Flash Fiction

Ah, yes. Jeeves. You know what they say. Once a man discovers he has more money than he can spend, he tends to be paranoid about the people near him. That is why this rifle was necessary, dear fellow. Shame you cannot hear me parlay.

Saturday, 4 January 2014

A conversation with Adrian George Nicolae - First interview (for Fauxpocalypse)

My first interview, and it is for the Fauxpocalypse anthology 

Here is a short excerpt.

Tell us a little bit about yourself.
I’m a 24-year old from Bucharest, Romania. Besided writing, I do voice over.
In my non-writing time I like to learn through MOOC’s (massive online open courses) on sites like Coursera and Iversity (among others) or see inspiring videos about design and success.
And I like to eat a lot, although I’m somewhat skinny :)
(DMK: I’m sure a lot of folks are jealous of that!)

The rest can be found over at Debbie Manber Kupfer's site.

Friday, 3 January 2014

Old coot - for Flash Friday

“Ladies, gents, it’s time to commence our anatomy lesson. First, we shall discuss about Queen Cleopatra and Marc Antonius.”
“Your Excellency, that is entirely another topic.”
“Shush now, Squire James. We shall parlay about their bodily parts and about their attractiveness.”
“Like I said, your Worshipness, that is another matter for another class.”
“What nonsense are you babbling there? Is it not what anatomy is about?”
“Nay. That is sexual education.”
“Well then, perhaps we should change subject instead. Fellow students, do you agree?”
“Your magnificence, even if they all agree, and they are, we have been solicited for anatomy, not sexual education.”
“Blithering curmudgeon, why must I always do as you please?”
“But your Extravaganceness, I am merely obeying what you have besought.”
“Bah. Where have we remained? Ah, yes. Queen Cleopatra and Marc Antonius were…”
“No, you silly boy. They were not guards.”

“These two gents are.”

Thursday, 2 January 2014

Separable - Five Sentence Stories

I remember the time when we were together, inseparable, without a care in the world. We would stay indoors, doing nothing but fool around like a bunch of high-schoolers.
Then it happened.
Someone came by and dragged you away.
And dragged my heart along.

A flash piece for Five Sentence Stories. The theme is Moments.

After the Comet - Fauxpocalypse excerpt

Recently, an anthology I was a part of was released.
Titled Fauxpocalypse, it is about the end of the world that didn't happen, and all stories are related to what might happen in case such a thing were to happen.
Below I have included an excerpt from my story "After the Comet".
You can purchase it from Amazon or from Smashwords.

After the Comet

I repeat, the comet has not landed. We will be back shortly after we have more information on the subject,” said the radio announcer.
What now, eh? You said it'd crash and we'd be fine, I mean, we'd be dead, but fine nonetheless,” said Tara.
So, you're blaming me cause we're not dead? How's that for selfishness, uh?” Grant stood up from her arms, grabbed the radio and walked to the basement stairs. “Listen, I didn't say it'd land, the stupid astronomers, or scientists or whoever is in charge of this said so,” he said, and went upstairs, leaving the place —and her— in the dark; annoyed and sweaty, she decided to go after him.
The middle-aged woman looked for her husband, but he wasn't in sight. Damn man, he’s probably outside, but who cares? I need to wash off this filthy sweat. She headed to the bathroom, turned on the cold water, took off her clothes and jumped in.

Damn, this sure is like ice.” She shivered before balancing with hot water. “Since I am supposed to be dead, guess I can unwind for a while, right? I should give that idiot a piece of my mind. Him and his stupid ideas. I should’ve done it. At least I knew then that I followed it, instead of sitting here, cramped up like a guinea pig, waiting to die.”