Attila fed the bonfire with dried logs long hidden, awaiting this task.
“We must cut off its head and throw it into the fire to burn.”
“But, it’s alive…”
“The bat, use the bat first. Where’s the bag. The fire is ready.”
“Uh, there’s a hole in the ba…. it escaped…”
“Idióta. It’ll keep coming back, and never die now. Balazs, you are seven, almost a man—you disappoint me—again.”
The boy smacked his forehead. He trembled, knowing what was in store for him now.
~ * ~
The word limit for Alive is 100 words. I used 86 words. Also at http://mommasmoneymatters.com/flash-fiction/
—————————————————————————————————-
Thunder rumbles; rain pelts; lightening rents the sky. Arms raised high, Tomer adores the storm, his eyes wild and breath sour.
Cackling madly, he hurls the bottle at the window. “A good storm gets me en-nerr-gized!” The glass explodes. Tomer crumbles to the floor, limbs scattered like dropped kindling.
~ * ~
The word limit for Energized is 50 words. I used 49. Check out http://mommasmoneymatters.com/flash-fiction/ for rules and contributions.
How the Cookie Crumbles 
March 27, 2013 at 1:34 am
“But, it’s alive…” good one! The placement and draw of it is really good.
LikeLike
March 30, 2013 at 4:49 pm
Thank, Paulette. When I did these I realized these shorts are not my usual but I’m having fun letting it all hang out. Glad you don’t disapprove.
LikeLike
March 27, 2013 at 3:47 am
Seven, almost a man poor baby! Tess I always enjoy your use of language, limbs scattered like dropped kindling – amazing imagery.Wonderful.
LikeLike
March 30, 2013 at 4:48 pm
Gilly, so nice to hear from you. I must have read or heard something somewhere (I’m not sure) which gave me the idea behind that sentence. Makes me want to go steal the boy away even if the story is made up.
LikeLike
March 27, 2013 at 9:15 am
Oh boy!!!
Good stories Tess!
Brevity really makes you think about what you write – and it seems to be that much more, there I suppose – enjoyed these 😉
LikeLike
March 30, 2013 at 4:46 pm
Thanks, Ghia. Maybe some can do these in a flash. I’m getting long in the tooth and need time even though they are short.
LikeLike
March 27, 2013 at 7:04 pm
It’s emarkable what you can say with so few words.
But I’d often like to know just a little more… Like what is the fate of the poor boy?
LikeLike
March 30, 2013 at 4:45 pm
Hm. The fate of the poor boy I’m guessing is a council meeting and a negative review of his responsibilities. That is, if the story continued. I think.
LikeLike
March 27, 2013 at 10:14 pm
I LOVE your writing Tess. Always so descriptive… inspiring. 🙂 Les is more, huh?
LikeLike
March 30, 2013 at 4:43 pm
Yep, less is more. Keep ’em guessing…
LikeLike
March 28, 2013 at 6:55 am
Tess, most excellent! Both of them had me on the edge of my seat.
LikeLike
March 30, 2013 at 4:42 pm
You are most kind, Valentine. I appreciate your commenting.
LikeLike
March 28, 2013 at 9:18 pm
Iam wondering was in the bag – intriguing.
LikeLike
March 30, 2013 at 4:42 pm
Hi Gail. I can’t tell you. I only know what I think it MIGHT be. Must be a scary animal, which these people have had bad run-ins with, or are superstitious about. Thank you for commenting.
LikeLike
March 31, 2013 at 8:50 pm
Methinks Tomer has had quite enough. LOL! Great flashes, Tess. xxx
LikeLike
April 2, 2013 at 10:45 am
Oh, yes, Tomer has had too much of a good thing. Haha. Thanks, Red.
LikeLike
June 2, 2013 at 11:59 am
Tess, this is really so well written! You convey so much in so few words!
LikeLike
June 3, 2013 at 3:24 pm
These are unusual for me but what the heck, why not have some fun, I say.
LikeLike