We took a small break with the holiday, but we’re back with some flashes for you. I think you’re going to enjoy these! This week I am stepping back and letting you read these fabulous authors!
FLASH 1 Author Brieanna Robertson
Kash stepped out onto the front porch to see that she was already awake. Against the backdrop of the
morning fog rolling across the lush green countryside, she sat on the railing, a cup of coffee in hand,
one leg dangling lazily. She looked harmless in this setting, quaint almost—quiet. Her blonde hair hung
in tangled waves down her shoulders, and the denim button-down shirt she wore was about a size too
large for her slender frame. She glanced over at him when she heard the screen door shut, and she
smiled.
Kash wasn’t fooled for one second by that smile. So innocent and dazzling white. He’d been transfixed
by it at first too. No one would ever believe looking at her right now that three weeks ago he had
stood stunned, shocked into silence, while she tramped out onto the very same porch they were now
occupying, shotgun in hand. In her form-fitting wedding dress, she had propped her booted foot up onto
the railing, golden hair flowing down her back like the mane of a wild lioness. She raised the shotgun to
her shoulder, took aim, and with a shot that a sniper would be envious of, had blown the back of her
husband-to-be’s truck full of buckshot. After reloading a few times, she managed to take out all of his
tires as well.
Apparently, that’s what went down when a woman like Branson found out her fiancé was sleeping with
her sister the day of the wedding. Kash was just glad he was still on her good side.
“Well, good morning, handsome!” she greeted cheerfully.
Kash smirked and went to stand next to her with his own cup of coffee. He took a breath of the
fresh morning air and sighed in contentment. Peace stole into his heart. “For as much chaos as I’ve
encountered since arriving here, I have to say, there is something magical about this place,” he said.
She snorted. “Chaos? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The last part of her statement was
muffled due to her stuffing her lips onto the rim of her coffee cup and taking a sip.
He chuckled and leaned a hip against the railing. “I wandered quite a while before ending up at this
place,” he continued. “I’ve always been so always so restless. I’m not here.” He let his gaze travel off
across the vast wilderness beyond the house.
“It’s because I’m awesome,” Branson stated, her voice lighthearted and teasing. He glanced down at
her, and she grinned while she took another drink of coffee.
“Awesomely scary,” he muttered teasingly.
She burst out laughing, almost knocking herself off the railing. She slung her legs over the side and
planted both her feet on the ground to steady herself while she wiped her mouth free of the coffee
she had spit. When she got herself under control, she sighed. “Yeah, well, story of my life. That’s what
happens when you’re raised with six brothers.” Her usual jovial disposition sobered suddenly and a faint
frown furrowed her brow. “Well, unless you’re my sister. Apparently, being raised in our family just
made her a whore.”
Kash’s heart went out to Branson. He couldn’t imagine what it must feel like to have to deal with that
kind of betrayal. He shook his head and made an irritated noise in his throat. She looked at him in
confusion, probably thinking his disgust was directed at her. “She did what she did out of jealousy.”
She frowned. “What could she possibly have been jealous of?”
He smiled softly at her and held her gaze for a few seconds. “What isn’t there to be jealous of?”
Surprise blossomed across her face, followed by a faint pink tinge to her cheeks. She stared at him for a
moment, then stood and smacked him playfully in the chest before heading back inside.
Kash grinned to himself, and thought back on the strange journey that had brought him to this mountain
with this crazy cowgirl…
FLASH #2 Author Michele Corneglio
FLASH #3 Kelly Abell
He knew better. He’d hiked this mountain a million times. He’d hunted and trapped here
with his father, fished and rock climbed with his brothers, and spent many a night under the vast
universe of stars. This time, though, was different. This time might be the last.
Glancing down at the offending bone protruding through his shin, he was reminded of
just how stupid he was. Bright spots of pain swirled before his eyes, and he struggled to stay
conscious. Years of military training gave John the discipline he needed for mind over body,
but he struggled with it. It would be so easy to just surrender to the pain and go into that blessed
darkness.
“Damn it!” He cursed at no one but the trees, and maybe a rabbit or two. His phone lay in
about a hundred pieces next to where he’d fallen. He smacked his fist on a nearby rock. “John,
you’re an idiot.”
If he hadn’t been so angry with them, he would have planned better. The only thing he’d
grabbed, besides his phone, was his ever ready back pack which contained enough food and
water for three days, a change of clothes, and his pistol. Would Carol or Rick send someone to
search for him in that time? He couldn’t bet on it. If he planned to survive, he needed to reach the
ranger’s station he passed about two miles back before dark. He glanced at his watch. That gave
him about three hours.
Rumors of a mountain lion were circulating through town. A few local farmers had lost
some cattle to the big cat, and local hunters and trappers hadn’t been able to track the illusive
creature. He’d only seen a cougar in the wild once, and that had been enough. John respected
the awesome God-given power of those creatures. If this one was hunting cattle, then something
was wrong. Cougars didn’t come that close to people unless they were starving or rabid. Even
with the ski resort that went up about two years ago, John knew there was still plenty of food in
this wilderness to keep a big cat happy. The last thing he needed was to cross the path of a crazy
cougar.
With tremendous effort, he hauled his body closer to a sturdy young pine. He snapped off
three sturdy branches. Removing his shirt, he mustered the strength to rip it into strips and tie
the branches to each side of his leg. The mere thought of standing caused a wave of nausea.
With shear willpower, John fought it. Rolling first to one knee, he used the third stick to hold
his balance while he hopped to one foot. His other hand braced against the tree as black spots
swirled in front of his eyes. John hooked his arm around the crook of the pine, to stay upright if
he fainted. He closed his eyes and focused, managing to hold the darkness at bay.
John knew if he could just make it to the ranger’s station, he could make use of the radio and
call for help. He’d have shelter and a place he could safely stay the night. But that two mile hike
might as well be fifty. He glanced back at the busted cell phone and cursed again.
Seeing Carol with his best friend, Rick, had hurt John beyond belief. That pain now swirled
with the agony of the leg. How could they do that to him? He’d never find out if he didn’t make
it back.
He never heard the big cat approach. A low rumble in its throat was all that alerted John to
its presence. Slowly, he glanced over his shoulder at the angry mountain lion blocking his way to
the trail. It was over. He’d never reach his gun before the cat sprung. He watched in horror as the
animal’s haunches bunched.
It sprung to the simultaneous crack of a rifle. The gigantic animal fell dead at John’s feet. He
lost his grip on the pine, and as the pain and relief claimed him, he caught sight of Rick, his best
friend. Good. When he came to, he could kill the cheating bastard.
Flash #4 Author Joann Buchanan
Fire burns the ice frozen by time. Embers made of passions flames have become the death that needs covered in the dirt from whence we came. There are truths hidden in the darkness. They lay dormant, waiting for that single beam of light to shine on them. They are the freedoms we all long for and the balance we all seek and yet they are nevermore and almost lovers. They are the two sided coin of the bastard free will, the brother of that temptress called love. If that poisonous spell called love danced across the meadows, I would spit on it and walk away. I would be ignorant to the pain of endless nights and no longer would I live with a shadow over my head. Did I love him? I did and that is the shame I must endure.
The abomination I allowed to be set upon the world haunts me and now the Time of Three is here. I should have let love fall, crash to the ground and burn in the fires of my beating heart. I gave way for the abomination. I lit the flames and now I must watch and wait to see if the world will fall to darkness because of my own transgressions. If there ever was a curse for the gardens that grow in this the beating hearts of mine then it would be sewn with the weeds of regret. It would be the absence of joy and the single loneliness I must cling to in order for sanity to rein in my soul.
I have walked the world with the hope that each night that fallacy I called my lover and husband wouldn’t be set free from the cages that surrounded him. Oh wondrous night and fate filled light, how do you greet me? Is it with more pain or do you perhaps bring me sanctuary from the darkness of my own making?
The deep wooded forests surround the one place of joy I found during my eternal night. I have no children, death and sleep are not my friends. My arms may be empty but my heart is true and loyal to my wolves. And there, upon the mountains sit the Fates who have watched and woven the tapestries. The three of them signal that now is the time and that sweet silence is no longer an option. In this, the Time of Three, the fate of the souls will be decided. The Dream Protector, the Stained one and now the Child of Light is to be born. Will they have the same fate as my dear sweet Lillyanna?
I can still remember the way her tiny hand felt when it wrapped around my fingers. There was goodness and innocence in her. She was my light, my soul, killed in a rage by the demon Ash. And now, the regret I called my lover is free to do as he wills. That BASTARD! I know what he seeks. Am I powerless to do nothing about it? Am I not the goddess of the night? Do I not see in the darkest corners of all the universe? How then is it possible that in this time I am helpless? I know I have missed something. I feel it in the night’s bitter air. There is a piece of the puzzle that remains hidden. If I didn’t, then how could his heart have turned so cold to the embers of our love?
I sob as tears stream down my face. I know the decemberist of days are still ahead. I see the threads and long to pull just one to unravel the past and change the present. Damn the Fates for guarding the tapestries so well. If I designed my own fate, then did I also map out the fates of those I have grown to love so much?
~~Nox, Goddess of the Night.
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