Posts Tagged ‘Flash Fiction’

Tipsy Santa Blog Hop

Writing | Posted by davidludwig
Dec 12 2018

We’ve got another Blog Hop ala the Monster Mash back in October with a comparatively long window to develop and refine a story in 750 words or less.

This time Ruth Long is hosting and there isn’t quite as much to go on in terms of prompt. Holiday and alcohol are encouraged elements, but not even those are required as I understand it.

As with last time, I’m getting this page up early as a place-holder while I refine my actual entry. Hope to see plenty of other entries on this one before the 18th!

It’s Like Competition, But Participating is its Own Reward

Writing | Posted by davidludwig
Dec 11 2018

I recently had the honor of judging for Siobhan Muir’s #ThursThreads where for now I’m exploring Lucy’s story in my New Team Neoshieldfront universe. You can see who I judged as winning that one here.

This post, however, is because just yesterday I got to judge Cara Michaels’ #MenageMonday and that one comes with a badge for judging! You can see the three prompts and all the entries on the initial post, jump to the results post for who I deemed the winners, or just keep scrolling down for my own ineligible entry from my Fantasy Fighter universe in 248 words.

Wintery wonderland stretched out on all sides. Its vastness masked the ancient steamer’s speed but for falling snow rushing past the windows, as if fleeing the train’s destination. Hand carved benches and warm décor gave the passenger car an old world charm. Hazuki Akiyama kicked her feet contently and stared out the window.

“It’s like being in a Christmas snow globe.” She mused aloud.

“That ends at sundown.” The man across from her rumbled.

The man’s face was hidden by the hood of his night black robe. His attire would have better suited a time long before even the invention of the antique they were riding in.

“Ah! Gomen! I didn’t wake you, did I?” Hazuki bowed deeply.

There was far more space in the passenger car than Hazuki was used to. She sat across from the only other passenger on reflex. He waved a large scarred hand reassuringly.

“No, but how did you come to be on this train?”

Hazuki tucked her feet under the bench to keep them still.

“My gran gran got the tickets.”

The man sat up straighter, resting his hands on his knees.

“Your gran gran got you tickets to the underworld?”

“Too many demons have been escaping! As a champion of justice, I must put them back in their place! It’s like cops and robbers but with costumes, ne?”

Hazuki planted her fists dramatically on the hips of her poofy pink dress.

“Then I guess that puts us on the same team.”

They Always Travel in Packs

Writing | Posted by davidludwig
Nov 12 2018

Here’s one I wasn’t expecting, I got another Thursday Threads Honorable Mention! How cool is that? Check out the prompt and other entries over at Siobhan’s Blog, or go straight to the winner’s post for the judge’s insights and the winning tale! I’m glad I got back into Flash Fiction, even just sticking to my entries that get recognized is giving me new content for this site until I sort out a longer term plan like Niar Saga or Lost Girls’ Society from before. Without further ado, here is a tale from my New Team Neoshieldfront continuity in 249 words;

Lucy squeezed the grip of her dagger, senses scouring the field for what had set her on edge. The air was fresh, the sky blue and the birds were singing. So many damn birds. Most of her tribe liked to brag about how tough you had to be to live in the desert; but it seemed much tougher to her to live in this pastoral setting.

It was the grass. The grass had set her off, again. Lucy sheathed her dagger with an angry sigh. She trained her skills to a razor edge, able to detect every foe even in perfect darkness. Being so completely surrounded by living things was unnerving. What was the point of so much life?

If Lucy could best her mother or her father in combat she could ascend to command of the tribe. She was sick of waiting. She had thought her father would be the easier option, softened by years of plenty. But she’d barely had a moment alone with him.

She dropped her face into her hands despairingly as the stampede of footsteps broke into the grass line. A chorus of voices shouted her name over and over. Then they had surrounded her. They always travel in packs.

“Lucy!” the eldest of this pack declared. “Our moms said you can take us down to the swimming hole!”

The greatest warrior of her generation knew when she set out that she had a lot of half siblings; but this was just too much.

Let It Go Metal

Writing | Posted by davidludwig
Nov 07 2018

I won another Menage Monday over at Cara Michaels’ site! I have to say I was pretty inspired to learn (as one of the prompts) that there’s a male vocal metal cover of “Let It Go”, so definitely go over and check out the prompts and other entries if that catches your interest as it did mine. And without further ado here is another winning Flash Fiction of 246 words fleshing out my Fantasy Fighter story.

The view from the penthouse isn’t so different from my castle. My companion disagrees, and that’s not so different either. I am still looking down on a world I can’t touch, that exists in my shadow but is largely unaware of my existence. I do appreciate the silk suit though. I think I will make more of an effort regarding my appearance going forward.

My companion, on the other hand, was just as resistant to what our host picked for her to wear as we both were to coming in the first place. I had warned him that she was a biter. Hopefully he doesn’t require too many stitches.

By this time our forest should be ablaze with autumn colors, and I know my companion feels impossibly far from her kin. It’s an illusion. A thousand kilometers from our point of origin and I’m no closer to others; so it stands to reason that my companion is no further.

The window in the next room opens. My companion steps out over the ledge, catches a gargoyle on the way down then descends the tower’s exterior until the next rooftop over is within range of her prodigious aerial talents. Those talents being among the reasons our host recruited her, I hope this comes as no surprise to him. Mostly I hope I won’t be called on to retrieve her.

I have decided to fight for our host’s cause. As for my companion, I’d rather let her go.

Thursday Threads Week 337

Writing | Posted by davidludwig
Nov 04 2018

It was a good week for me for Flash Fiction! After the Menage Monday win I also got Honorable Mention over at Thursday Threads. You can check out the host, Siobhan Muir’s site for the prompt, rules and other entries here–or just skip to the judging and the winning tale here!

For here it seems like as long as I’m going to show off my honorable mention badge I might as well post the story that won it too–the 249 word story of a Sentinel I created for Zensara Studios’ Unity Table-Top Role-Playing Game, who does not appear themselves in the story.

The Fell Tormentor twisted its head around, trying to work out the kinks. A massive yawn revealed all four rows of razor teeth in its double jaws. One more village to harvest and it could finally get back to the warmth of the Pit. Finally one of its Grim Captains came shuffling back, with a few extra breaks in his limbs from the look of things.

“What’s taking so long?” The Tormentor growled.

The Captain saluted as best he could with his dangling arm.

“We encountered resistance… We’ve been hammering them, but we can’t get through…”

The Tormentor dropped its face into one of its talons. Leave it to ghouls and zombies to be impeded by mortal soldiers.

“How many are there?”

The Captain hung his head. “There’s just one.”

“You said you’ve been hammering ‘them’.”

“We can’t tell if they’re a boy or a girl.”

“Boy or a… How young is this lone defender?” The Tormentor’s eyes flashed dangerously.

“Almost twenty winters! Probably…”

At least the Captain seemed to understand the severity of his failure. Since the masters complained about harvests coming back in too many pieces, the Tormentor had tried to leave the actual work to its minions.

“They can’t possibly cover the entire village! Just surround them!”

“We did, but they built up the village walls with our fallen.”

“How many of us are left?”

“Just the two of us are left.”

The Tormentor grumbled darkly. This would not be a good return to the Pit.

Menage Monday 2×05

Writing | Posted by davidludwig
Oct 31 2018

Super Excited to be able to say that I won a Menage Monday challenge! My entry pertains to the Monster Mash entry I did for the blog hop and can be considered to take place after it. Thanks to Cara Michaels for hosting and Ruth Long for judging! There were some good reads this week, so for the other stories and the prompts (Menage Monday always has 3–this time a picture, the phrase “not an option” and the song “I Put A Spell on You”) head over to the challenge page!

2×05 Champ

David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig

For use of prompts and story impact. There was so much STORY packed into these 152 words and the PROMPTS were seamlessly tucked into the action. I found myself wishing there was more to read.

The winning tale:

“Where is the demon?”

Mifuyu woke in darkness, smothered by the stench of burnt flesh and stinging ache of returning to her body with fresh injuries. The last thing she remembered was a knock at the door, and a man’s voice saying ‘room service’. That could have been months ago. She hadn’t been so naïve as to hope she’d awaken in her hotel room, but this situation was definitely worse than usual.

The agent jerked Mifuyu’s head back by the hair. “This doesn’t end until you answer my questions.”

The involuntary medium looked up at her tormentor with resigned eyes. But when she tried to speak she couldn’t make a sound. She couldn’t even open her mouth. Why couldn’t she open her mouth?

BECAUSE YOU’RE MINE.

“You will tell me where the demon is.”

Mifuyu watched the interrogator light a propane torch. The demon was still here. Telling was not an option.

 

I left comments on all of the other entries for the Monster Mash challenge, but even after multiple attempts some never showed up. If someone wants my response to an entry for a flash fiction challenge I participated in, you can be sure I had one–but I guess trouble shooting the comment side of internet posts is enough outside my wheelhouse to call 2 attempts enough.

Monster Mash 2018

Writing | Posted by davidludwig
Oct 17 2018

Okay, I’m going to take a shot at this longer period and higher word-count flash-fiction challenge. If anyone else wants to get in on it check out the details at Laura James’ website.

A Halloween/Monster/Horror related story of 500-750 words inspired by Annie Lennox’s “No More I Love Yous” song. Weighing in at 743 words including the title, I present;

No More

The gilded iron doors to the underground club had been knocked off their hinges into the decadent entryway. Red drapery and dim light masked the spilt blood from sight, but did nothing for the choking stench of violence and fear. It was nothing Aphrodite hadn’t seen before. She pushed her regret at not arriving sooner to the back of her mind.

Her cerulean cane in one hand and trusty pistol braced on top of that, she advanced as quickly as prudence permitted. She was immediately engulfed by agonized groans of the dazed and wounded patrons. Hellish shrieking came from deeper still into the bowels of this temple to sin. The veteran agent only had one target here, but she’d been in the business too long to assume that meant only one threat.

Aphrodite dropped to a knee behind the balcony railing and averted her eyes from a sudden intense blaze. On the dance floor below, an Asian woman—just a little too big for her gore drenched school uniform—had also rolled out of the way of the fiery blast. Even as the club returned to its discreet ambient lighting, the woman’s shadow thrashed around like a crazed animal and the woman gave another unearthly shriek. Mifuyu Shizuka, Aphrodite’s target, was apparently still possessed by the demon the crazed medium had stolen from Aphrodite’s best freelancer.

“Kill you! I’ll kill you!!!” Mifuyu howled as she rushed a buxom Grecian business woman across the dance floor.

The Greek smiled coldly. “This should have been between us. I will make you regret harming my patrons.”

The club owner’s leathery wings spread as she materialized a whip of brilliant flame to drive her assailant back out of range. Aphrodite cursed. Things just got a little too interesting. As shadow and flame clashed cataclysmically below, Aphrodite holstered her side arm and set down her cane. Taking her rifle from her back, she braced it on the railing and debated who to aim it at.

The crazed medium ducked and wove in repeated attempts to outflank her opponent with her autonomous shadow. Eruptions of hellish fire kept the fiendish club owner safe as the battle destroyed the dance floor. With a practiced sigh, the agent squeezed the trigger and ended the fight.

Thirty minutes later paramedics were removing the last of the patrons. Aphrodite sat back to back with the owner in the middle of the shattered dance floor. No wings, horns or tail were evident on the owner anymore—not even any tell where they had come from.

“Thank you,” the owner leaned her head back against Aphrodite’s. “for your help.”

“Hhm…” Aphrodite ran her thumb over the silver ball head of her cane.

“My name is Melantha Karahalios, by the way.”

“I know.”

“Oh… Then it was hard for you deciding who to shoot? I really thank you then.”

“She hurt one of my men. Badly.”

Aphrodite tucked her chin in, and Melantha lowered her head too. There was silence. The dark haired succubus glanced over her shoulder at the platinum blonde human.

“I have been a big fan of your career from the beginning.” Melantha offered.

Aphrodite clenched her jaw, “Then you should have known better than to try to end the world.”

Melantha shrugged with a flourish of her manicured red nails. “That was months ago. Besides, I couldn’t very well get out of it. You know how it is; demons and contracts.”

“You’re still on the list.”

The demon’s wings emerged long enough to pull her to her feet with a single powerful flap. Aphrodite glanced back at where Melantha had made sure to leave her left leg to keep the agent from falling backward.

“Well, thank you for clearing the club first. Shall we dance?” Melantha reached down a hand to help Aphrodite up.

Aphrodite looked at the proffered hand a moment before shaking her head.

“I’m tired.”

The human collected her rifle and slung it back over her shoulder, rising to her feet with the help of her cane. Her succubus companion tittered happily with a gesture to the backlit bar up the stairs.

“In that case, can I buy you a drink?”

Aphrodite felt a twinge of longing for her fast living hard drinking youth.

“Maybe… tea.”

She would carry on as she always had another day. For now, she would indulge a well earned respite. The two women ascended the stairs together, sisters for an ephemeral moment.

Motivation Monday Mixer

Uncategorized | Posted by davidludwig
Apr 08 2013

Please forgive the digital dust–things have been busy and I actually still don’t have time to bring the site back up to date as I’ve been meaning to. Eventually things will be cleaned up and a regular update schedule will resume, but for now I can’t even hazard a guess when that will be.

However, while I have a Monday free I will take advantage of it to submit an entry to Monday Mixer & Motivation Monday–hopefully they don’t mind the double submission, but even if they do it was a good exercise and fit in the time I had available.

 

OLD HEROES

If I could erase one memory it would be the caldera battle—a story carved clearly into my flesh. They say we glorious few stemmed the tide of destruction and saved the world, at terrible personal cost. I didn’t just lose my hand, my eye, or my friends. What you actually lose in a sweltering hopeless slaughter like that is an esoteric essence known only to old heroes.

Coming to the brasserie for frosty ale was a mistake. I put in public appearances when I can. I’m a symbol to the people—I remind them of those things they cherish in themselves, even though most days I have none for myself.

The raging burn of my right stump makes me truculent and ill inclined toward pleasantries. It’s time to return to my demesne, soak my keloids and imagine asking the smith to forge a sheath that didn’t rub so much.

 

150 words

@DavidALudwig

Monday Mixer: November 5

Uncategorized | Posted by davidludwig
Nov 05 2012

Okay, with Menage Monday finished and Motivation Monday on hiatus, I have made my first foray into the Monday Mixer–partially to keep the creative juices fresh by writing something other than my National Novel Writing Month project which has yet to go well.

So without further ado, I bring you;

 

TIDINGS

Saint Nicholas’ skyscraper pierced the earth like a heaven sent spear, to the euphoric adulation of peoples far and near. From atop the imposing monolith, the holiday harbinger watched the world and judged. Few suspected perfunctory good deeds no longer sufficed to get off the Naughty List. The Saint’s mandate had changed.

The masses burned on their own sinful coals the first Christmas after the coming. People feared God again, recognized the inadequacy of maladroit attempts to live as He commanded. Offerings and sacrifice resurged; pilgrims crossed the icy tundra to the estuary where the North Pole had landed.

The greedy dealt in terms they understood, bringing gold and jewels. The poor appealed to the Saint’s jovial nature, offering holly, verbena, and other decorative plants. The desperate turned to sacrifice, foisting their sins on a goat, a piglet, lamb or even house pet.

All the while, Nicholas watched and judged.

 

 

[trying for Over-Achiever with the entry, since I saw no reason not to]

150 words excluding the title

Artless Halloween

Uncategorized | Posted by davidludwig
Oct 31 2012

So I’d like to open by saying that I’d intended to include art with this entry, but it appears that the bizarre failure of my laptop over a month ago now is going to plague me for the rest of the life of the computer. Had to get a new user profile because the old one will no longer log in, and apparently my tablet doesn’t work with the new profile. So no drawings from me anymore.

It’s probably fixable, but I’ve already exhausted the options I know how to do and have other things to spend my time on–which is where this update was going after the art anyway.

Two of my stories have been published in Super Flash Fiction, and I encourage you to head on over and check that out if you haven’t already. Subscribe for future issues or even submit your own dynamic stories or artwork.

The bigger news is that I’m participating in National Novel Writing Month starting tomorrow (November 1)! I’m officially in this year, and I’m going to finally finish a novel! Sign up if it interests you, or just cheer me on/pester me about my progress! The goal is 50,000 words by the end of the month.

It’s likely to consume my free time in November, though I’ll try to keep updating this site–though you can expect most if not all of my posts to be NaNoWriMo related.

And that’s it from me for now! Happy Halloween, and sorry about the lack of artwork… Wait… Maybe I can fake something even without my tablet…

Haha! How’s that for drawing with a mouse in Paint?

 

Happy Halloween!