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.

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.

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.

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…”

“Guards.”

“No, you silly boy. They were not guards.”

“These two gents are.”

Flash Friday

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.” 

Two gents - Last fiction of the year

"My dear chap. This has been our most fruitful year."
"Aye, gov, aye. We've had, what? Ten of them?"
"Eleven, with this one."
"Aye. He's too fresh and I forgot."
"Naughty boy. Too much juice does that for ya."
"Aye. Especially red."
"Now let's cross 'im off the list. Blond with rosy cheeks and cleft teeth in front. Do you wager he'll fetch a pretty penny?"
"Aye. If the coppers will not find us."
"They dare not. After all, we are protected."
"Aye, gov, aye. Live long and prosper."
"Cin Cin."

Mirrors (for Friday Fictioneers)

I moved in here three weeks ago hoping I'll grow as a person. However, things didn't go at all like that.
Day, night, it doesn't matter when, two mirrors high atop a tower that's ten feet away from my apartment light me up.
Their brightness seeps through the window, shades, even cardboard stand, and burns me.
I've been to the hospital twice, to get a check-up. Health deteriorated between visits. Probably since then, too. I haven't had the money to go a third time. Eyes are shot.
Heard the last owner died.
Shotgun and shells are in closet. Better use

Friday Fictioneers