03.26.10
Posted by mazzz in Leeds | 36 Comments »
The story I was initially aiming to post for today’s #fridayflash didn’t seem to want to be finished yesterday. Instead, have something silly (well, sillier than my usual…).
It was written as an exercise for the Writers faction of the Leeds Savage Club, inspired by Edgar Allen Poe’s How to Write a Blackwood Article:
1. If you mean ‘bread and butter’, do not by any means say it outright. You may say anything and everything leading up to and around it. But if ‘bread and butter’ be your real meaning, be cautious, and never say it.
2. Every article must include a misquoted French, Latin or Greek saying, such as the use of ‘cul – de – sac’ in the article ‘The Spanish Fly who Never Stopped Dancing’ : “I put my good dancing ability down to being born with a certain cul-de-sac….”
3. The article must be, objectively and positively, absolute nonsense!
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03.19.10
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“You have brought Laura’s ashes?”
“Yes,” he said, handing the urn to the witch. She lifted the lid, peered into the receptacle, then turned her stern gaze towards him.
“I must ask you to reassure me one last time – you are sure she was a pure-hearted woman?”
“She was the kindest person I have ever met,” he said, and the witch’s glare softened as she saw the love in the bereaved man’s countenance. She sighed and put down the urn.
“Fine. I will perform the spell. But you must tell no one of this.” She startled him by grabbing his shoulders and pulling his face towards her own.
“No one,” she repeated, and he nodded vigorously as a bead of sweat trickled across his temple. She didn’t let him go immediately, but continued to stare into his eyes for a few moments longer. He was relieved when she released him; he wasn’t afraid of her seeing into his soul – he had nothing to hide – but he was a little worried he might get a glimpse into hers.
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03.12.10
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She has only to smile at him once, and Spring is her slave. He gives her all she asks for and showers her with almond blossoms. She dances around him and bestows upon him nothing but her playful smile and the twinkles in her eyes. The weeks pass, and Spring feels himself grow weaker as her platinum hair darkens to a soft gold colour, and her playful dance takes on a heat he finds a little disconcerting. She still offers him a smile or two, but the twinkling is now aimed away from him, at something on the horizon that he can’t quite make out yet. As it slowly comes into view over the next few days, the realisation dawns on him. He falls to the ground in agony, and in his death throes he is aware that he lies on a carpet of crushed almond blossoms that were trampled by her pretty feet.
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03.05.10
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Rodolphus walked into the hall, his belly preceding him by a good ten inches. The annual Soulgatherers’ Banquet was in full swing, the waiters struggling to keep up with the demand for the delectable slices. His gaze swept the room until he saw the group he was looking for: Antimus, Tenemius and Tarsus – seven chins between them, three of them Tarsus’s alone. With them stood a young fellow who could only be a new recruit – he was thin as a rake. Not for much longer, thought Rodolphus with a wry smile as he wandered over to his friends.
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