Flash Fiction Fridays post 2

I am catching up on posting the Flash Fictions. They originally posted to my Patreon.

For #FlashFictionFridays here is a drabble (100 word) story. This one is playing with modern mythology a bit.

Flash Fiction: Sample

They shine in the darkness, twinkling eyes down at those trapped below. To them our world looks so peaceful. They don’t hear our cries rising to gazing skies. They only know the quiet of deep space. We spin and whirl in orbit, dancing around the gaseous core of our system. Unknown to us we are but atoms, bound in a molecule, part of a cell. This cell? Are we part of a heart, an eye, a leaf, a bacteria, a virus? What are they, watching us? Do they gaze through a microscope and we, but a culture on a slab?

Audio format: https://youtu.be/f3KqN1Ycmhc 

The audio will post publicly March 15.

Poem: Bockman

 Bockman

Original posting on my Patreon
 

Deep in the wood he dwells

The Bockman prances and plays

Waiting to lure you away

Hairy legged goat man, he

 

Venture not far off the path

My dear, he waits for you there

Not just the wolf long of tooth

So many woodland dangers, be

 

He is not the top of them all

Nay, nor down at the bottom

Somewhere between lurks he

I pray he’ll not be seen

 

Stay here with me instead

Tend the garden within the fence

Father will go to town instead

And we will stay here, safely

 

Bockman remembers your father

And the time he put up a fight

He saved me from the goat man

The day I didn’t listen, you see

Flash Fiction Fridays post 3

 Another catching up post, originally from my Patreon.

This one was inspired by an off the wall short discussion in the Catfort/ASA Discord server.

 

Fish Army

Bubbles rose from his mask where he floated below the kelp. The shape he followed wove in and out of view ahead. Cautiously he increased his speed, trying to draw closer. The warty grey fish was something he had never seen before in all his dives and he needed pictures. The fish moved faster as if it sensed his intentions. It slipped away through the green and brown curtain.

He looked cautiously through the thicker entanglement. What swarmed there filled him with a sense of dread.

Fish of all kinds schooled and circled together. In the center of the clearing beyond the curtain a squat dark carving loomed. About the base various offerings lay, some mere trash, and others worth much more. Eyes glinted and bored with an infernal light right at him.

The fish turned as one and charged.

 

In Audio Next Week

You can listen to this story in audio on my Youtube next week, March 22, 2019 at noon Pacific Time. https://youtu.be/gec0EooelPo

Flash Fiction Fridays post 4

 Another catching up post, this one set elsewhere in the world of Selkies' Skins universe.

This flash fiction touches on the seal folk. Long ago a Patron and friend asked for a tale of selkies in a Native American milieu. This is a long awaited glimpse into the life of one of the seal folk somewhere on the Eastern coast of America.

 

Flash Fiction: Trade

 

Waves crashed against her rock, froth spraying up to dampen her. The sun was warm here, though the ever present sea breeze did what it could to take the warmth away. Beside her spread out her skin to bake to let the oils seep in to fur and flesh. Her dreams whispered. Eyes watched her from the shore before slipping tentatively into canoes. She smiled as she watched them and sang sweetly. So long as they minded themselves she did not mind calling forth the fish. She liked to watch them toss their nets and spears. Safety traded for food.

 

Last Week's Flash Fiction in Audio on Youtube

You can listen to last week's story read for you on my Youtube channel. https://youtu.be/gec0EooelPo 

 

In Audio Next Week

You can listen to the audio of this story next week, March 29, 2019 at noon Pacific Time: https://youtu.be/fMs9mOdXXcI