Posts Tagged ‘Flash Fiction’

Diabolical Deeds 5: Zagan

Uncategorized | Posted by davidludwig
Oct 26 2012

[Previous Deed]

Zagan

Scooping her satiny black cat into her arms, the girl let out a relieved sigh. With Stheno unconscious they were finally together and safe again. Scratching the back of her cat’s head, the girl turned out to grin at the zoic wonders of the cedar forest.

Her reverie was cut short upon noticing the great winged bull winking at them. Her cat tried to wriggle out of her arms—but she held him tight.

“You ought to be ashamed, Blackie! The spiritual zymosis he started you on is what turned you into a cat in the first place!”

 

 

 

And that wraps up ‘Timony’s Diabolical Deeds Challenge. Probably not my best showing in a ‘Timony Challenge, but you can look forward to my summary of the rest of the field on Monday–which altogether should make for some good seasonal reading. Feel free to check out the links to the other participants ahead of time, over at ‘Timony’s Site.

Diabolical Deeds 4: Stheno

Uncategorized | Posted by davidludwig
Oct 25 2012

[previous Deed]

Stheno

With Humbaba dispatched, the girl was upset to find her cat had run off during the fracas. She didn’t have to go far, however, to hear a sibilant voice sussurate dire promises pertaining to lunch. A scaly gorgon held the helpless feline pinned with brass claws, and lowered her grinning face of sharp fangs wreathed in writhing red vipers to biting range.

“Unhand my kitty!”

“Of course, I’d be pleased to switch up for something more substantial.”

The gorgon released her saccadic snack and faced the girl, who pushed up her sleeves and went to work.

Diabolical Deeds 3: Humbaba

Uncategorized | Posted by davidludwig
Oct 24 2012

[previous Deed]

Humbaba

She had to shade her eyes, raising an arm against the heavenly brilliance of the cedar forest. How strange a thing the sun seemed, after even a brief time in the chthonic depths.

A feline yowl brought surging habromania that turned the girl’s hair and eyes golden. Then she saw the lion-headed behemoth menacing her poor cat!

“To enter the forest of the Herrenvolk is verboten!”

The giant breathed a torrent of flame and, more terrifying to his victim, raised floodwaters with his roar.

“Get away from my kitty!” The girl suffused her palms with death’s dark glow.

Diabolical Deeds 2: Calu

Uncategorized | Posted by davidludwig
Oct 23 2012

[see previous Deed here]

Calu

The girl was seized by a sudden cacaesthesia. Something was watching her. Something with feral yellow eyes.

Fists dripping blood, she proceeded into the caliginous depths of the underworld—senses alert for her lost cat as well as her mysterious stalker. Once the flicker of the fire lake was behind her, her stalker revealed himself.

“How dare you trespass in my domain?” The man-wolf snarled.

The girl’s bouncy hair and remorseless eyes shifted to the fiery hue of the lake, “I’m looking for my kitty. Have you seen him?”

The demon’s tail dropped between his legs and he pointed ahead.

Diabolical Deeds 1: Ammut

Uncategorized | Posted by davidludwig
Oct 22 2012

Okay, choking on the digital dust here–but maybe the latest ‘Timony Challenge will be enough to get the site back up and producing again (though all of the old greats like Niar Saga and Lost Girls’ Society have remained available). Without further ado, I give you the first of the Diabolical Deeds.

Ammut

Plummeting through the achroous void, the girl wrinkled her nose at dry sulfurous air thrashing her pigtails and cloak. She would have avoided this smoking rift in the earth, if it hadn’t opened underneath her cat.

A crimson glow broke the tedium of her descent, finally revealing ground below. The adactylous creature lumbering alongside the lake of fire looked like a cross between a hippo and a lion, with the head of a crocodile.

Braced on stumpy limbs, the creature opened its jaws to receive the girl.

Eyes narrowed, the girl pulled her fist back for impact. “Where’s my kitty!?”

 

 

 

And of course you can check out the prompts and link collection to other participants over at ‘Timony’s Site.

Tuesday Tales 61 WINNER

Uncategorized | Posted by davidludwig
Oct 10 2012

Tuesday Tale Judging

I’m no good at promoting competitions, so I’m pretty happy with the turn out for this week with that in mind. We had some strong entries and several that were real pleasures to read. Since as part of my judging process I take notes on all of the entries, and as a writer I value feedback on my own work, I’m going to share my notes here on my site though I’m sure the official post over at Glitterword will be significantly abbreviated.

Judge’s Notes

Robin Abess (@Angelique_Rider) – Showtime – Something about the word “pitchman” really satisfies me, it says so much about the character and the scene in very little space. Definitely got a grim smile from me at the end. Darned pitchmen.

Rebekah Postupak (@Postupak) – Another excellent hook, you had me smiling and hungry for more in the first sentence of self appraisal. A great cautionary tale, but I’m not entirely sure I understood what happened. My impression, which I’m mostly sure is right, is that the dragon was turned into a human retaining only the draconic tail. Loved your dragon either way.

Ryan Strohman (@rastrohman) – Definitely got a hardboiled detective vibe from your 100 words, with the narrator who knows better and gets in trouble anyway. I like the attention to the shoes and the fact that you incorporated the secret word into the whole concept of the piece rather than just a throw away sentence. Unfortunately something about this piece doesn’t pop for me, and I can’t figure out what.

RRKovar (@rrkovar) – Crossroads – Great voice on your characters, and definitely a sweet way for a witch to get info as long as he does in fact manage to hang on to his soul. You have me curious about the larger story this snippet comes from. For consistency I would have appreciated more alliteration from the demon though, and there may be some grammatical trouble in the first line? I’m not great with grammar myself, but ‘Demon tongue twisted like her tattoo vines.’ doesn’t quite make sense to me.

Lisa McCourt Hollar (@jezri1) – Blind Date – Great immersion in the moment, and coming from you I was expecting some extraordinary twist by the end, and I actually think I was  a little disappointed not to get it. The word count is extremely limiting, but I still feel there could have been more of a story or point to this one. As is I felt like this would be excellent characterization for a longer piece.

Karen Valenzuela (@VictoriaNoir89) – The Cellist – Great period assassination. The disconnect of never getting any names or motives in connection with the murder is highlighted by using The Cellist as your title, first words and protagonist. It really makes me want to know more, which keeps the story in my mind long after I’ve finished reading as well as coming back to comb for additional clues… Though, I don’t think you used either of the prompts, so I think that’s a disqualification…

Nick Johns (@nickjohns999) – Mr Dark’s Designs – Egh, very visceral beginning. Something about bloody finger nails really hits me, so that’s a strong hook. You follow up with great sensory details like the ‘sewer sweat reek’. Really intrigued by the whole setup of paltering away curse marks onto others… It’s fascinating and compelling. Great entry, and very tempting for an honorable mention, but I think I’m deducting a few points for the Wednesday submission.

Honorable Mention

Alissa (@lissajean7) – I love how you started at the bottom of the picture, the shoes, and worked your way up to the art. Can totally buy the character who would rather be barefoot, and you present both the fancy shoe and art scenes in ways that I can strongly relate to. Bonus points for using more than one of the definitions.
Your attention to details and double usage of palter are what snagged you the honorable mention.

 

Winner

Rakel’ Sampson (@SampsonWriter) – Ooo, very nice! Your first sentence hooked me perfectly, I had to know more about whether she would live up to or defy the picture she presented—and what a pretty package for Vengeance! Whether super-hero or fantasy, this is absolutely in my genre, and is a completely told tale in merely 100 words.
You’re the clear winner in my book for such an elegantly constructed piece that fully incorporates both prompts and within the limited word count hit so many of the right buttons for my personal tastes.

*-Winning Entry-*

She looked the picture of innocence; blonde curls and open green eyes. Then his eyes trailed downward, lighting on the artwork of vines and flowers adorning her legs. What a mystery, he thought as they ate dinner.
On the dark walk home he made his move. Before he got a good grip on her thigh, something grabbed his wrist.
“Careful. The more you struggle the tighter my vines get,” she hissed.
“Easy. I wasn’t going hurt you,” he paltered. Then his eyes widened as the tendrils reached his neck. “What are you?” he choked out.
She leaned in close. “Vengeance.”

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So get onto Twitter, Google, Facebook or whatever you use and spread the good news of winner @SampsonWriter and honorable mention @lissajean7 for all to know their glory.

You can read the other entries at http://glitterword.wordpress.com/2012/10/09/tuesdaytales-61-palter/

Super Flash Fiction

Uncategorized | Posted by davidludwig
Jul 06 2012

Things have been rather messy on this end, and getting back on top of things after a vacation is more work than I’d remembered. So here we have an Other Web Wednesday post, going up on a Friday–but perhaps this is appropriate since it is also a bit of a forecast.

Today I want to feature John B. Badd’s Super Flash Fiction project which will produce its first issue in October–leaving those of us with a creative bent a little time left to get in on the ground floor of what I think is a very cool idea. These days I think most of us know about Super Heroes and Comic Books, and even if you don’t follow them you’d probably be able to identify some of their tropes, peculiarities and ways of being.

The aim of Super Flash Fiction is to collect 500 word or less stories and artwork that embrace these genre traits to construct compelling narratives. It’s going to be a free e-magazine, which unless we help them out on Kickstarter will mean no pay for the contributors. Pay or no pay I think this is a great thing to get behind, and I for one will be pushing to get my work into as many issues as possible. But then I’ve always been a fan of the heroic, fantastic or just otherwise awesome.

So follow the links to Super Flash Fiction and its Kickstarter page, and contribute what you can to this awesome endeavor. Next week I hope to be back with a full regular 3 posts, as I should now be back on top of my own work. For now I leave you with the words of John B. Badd himself.

 

Super Flash Fiction is a concept that was brought into existence in February of 2012. I had been writing flash fiction stories to sharpen my writing skills and began playing with superhero stories out of love of the genre. I thought, “This is really fun, I bet other writers would enjoy writing superhero flash fiction as well,” and the concept took hold. After toying with the idea, throwing it around my social networks and receiving positive feedback, I decided to turn it into a free e-magazine.

 

I did not want to seem like I was limiting the magazine to superhero only stories so I called it comic-genre flash fiction. I posted the idea on LinkedIn on some of the comic book pages and began getting criticism from artist because I was calling it comic-book genre flash fiction and there was no art. So I immediately decided there has to be action art involved and then I started calling it superhero-genre flash fiction to avoid confusion.

 

Despite calling the flash fiction “superhero genre” our magazines requirements are way more open than this label implies. All we are looking for is flash fiction about extraordinary characters in a modern day earth environment. This can involve normal humans doing feats that push their limits or it can involve science fiction and/or fantasy filled stories. The only limit is the imagination of the creators.

 

We want our art to have action. This means we do not want pictures of costumed men flexing for the camera or women in their underwear and a cape in provocative positions. We want people doing what makes them special. Anyone can be a poser, only a hero can save a life, deflect an explosion or smash the bad guys. So when we say we want action art we really mean we don’t want pics of posers.

 

Super Flash Fiction is going to be a quarterly E-magazine and each issue will feature stories and art. We also plan on including interviews with writers and artist, features, special interest articles and contest.

 

Right now we are not paying for the stories or art that is contributed to our book. Nor are we making any money off of them. It is our goal to eventually pay for the submissions that we print but this will only be possible if we receive a boost from crowd funding or if we gain a large enough readership that we can sell advertising in our pages. When you read our Super Flash Fiction we want the impact to be immediate in a quality whiskey sort of way. Think of it as doing shots of fantasy. You can take it in one fiery swig, or you can put it on ice, sip it and enjoy the flavors.

 

Super Flash Fiction is the first publication of my multi-media company known as Badd Words LLC. I do not know what our next project will be but we have several short and long term goals that include publishing novels, comic books, other magazines and eventually producing some movies and games. We are new to the industry so I am under stating our progress when I say we are taking baby steps.

 

“Always in motion the future is.” – Master Yoda

 

Thank you for reading,

 

John B Badd – editor

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The Succubus’ Harem: Prologue

Uncategorized | Posted by davidludwig
Jun 15 2012

So as a little something different (yes I found an opportunity to get online after all!) I thought maybe I’d share some really rough flash fictions that are coming to mind as I play Rage of Bahamut. No sooner had I deleted Zombie Jombie from my phone (see the My Phone Monday of this week) than I discovered Rage of Bahamut, which seems to be everything I expect Zombie Jombie wanted to be. Collectable Card game for the iPhone and Android, which is fun and addicting–and very deserving of its own more positive review one of these days.

Anyway, I’ve been so inspired playing it that I’m just naturally developing characters based on my cards blending them with the storyline from the game–so obviously I could never actually publish these with large elements not being original to me, but this seems like a good forum for a sort of ‘fan fiction’.

The story is titled “The Succubus’ Harem”

 

 

*Prologue*

Rage.

Pain.

Hatred.

Thirst.

A clawed hand breaks the surface of the rain soaked field. Fresh dirt erupts in a muddy fountain as the hand’s owner emerges from the loam. The sudden disturbance and wash of tangy earth scent interrupts a pair of worgs from wrestling over the leg of an unfortunate traveler.

Mud and dirt tumble from the ribcage of the mysterious figure. Age has picked clean flesh and organs. Though yellowed, the bones seem preserved by unnatural power. Only the metal scales of an armored skirt remain of any clothing the figure may have once had, and those are corroded and falling apart.

The skeleton’s ragged blackened blade is in little better condition than its mail skirt, yet proves sufficient to lop the head from the shoulders of the first curious wolf-like creature. The second howls in fury and lunges for the skeleton’s boney throat, only to share the fate of the first worg.

Blood running from its blade, the skeleton turns its face to the roiling clouds and releases an ear splitting wail of rage. Pain. Hatred. Thirst.

 

 

 

If you have a smartphone (both iPhone and Android supported) then Rage of Bahamut is a free download and even if you decide it isn’t your thing you could help me a lot by playing through the tutorial and entering the code lrq89881 at the end. On the other hand if electronic collectible fantasy card games that you can kill some free time with while enjoying a lot of the best of the fantasy genre does sound good to you, that same code will start you off with an impressive 100,000 extra Rupies (as in you will not have money issues) and an Angelic Knight rare card–and still help me.

They do a good job with getting you to promote them by offering excellent incentives to do so–but for fantasy fans with smartphones I’m inclined to say it is VERY worth it. Of course, you can also potentially get the gist of my impressions of the game just by reading my flash fiction on the subject–which may be the new Friday Feature.

Second Dice Games Retrospective

Uncategorized | Posted by davidludwig
Jun 13 2012

So I’m setting this review of ‘Timony Souler’s Dice Games from last week in advance to post as a sort of ‘Other Web Wednesday’ for the week since it does mention and link to other sites those of a reading or writing bent may wish to check out. I’ll already be out of town until late the 22nd by the time this goes up, so I want to mention that I commented in response to every entry from this round of the Dice Games I could find–so if I didn’t comment on one of yours that means I didn’t see it and would appreciate you posting a link to it in the comments section.

You can jump back to read my entries from the beginning by following the link to my adaptation of Beauty and the Beast.

 

‘Timony Souler: Our monthly challenge host, ‘Timony Souler invites us back into the dark and unexpected corners of her mind with this second installment of Dice Games—where we had to roll for each of our writing prompts from a list with some real oddities, as evidenced by the variety of stories that arose. My favorite of ‘Timony’s personal contributions this time was her second entry, Slaughter, because a great panicked atmosphere and Inquisitional overtones.

Lisa McCourt Hollar: Her impeccable writing gets you right into her characters’ heads, and doesn’t let you out no matter how much you want to escape. Honestly a lot of her stuff is too scary for me, but well worth checking out if you value good writing at all. If you also like horror than you may love Jezri’s Nightmares. I only found one entry for Dice Games, Perfect Strangers, but it’s one of my favorite things she’s written. When an author does horror so well, sometimes it’s nice to dislike the protagonist.

Stevie McCoy: A good friend and a good writer, host of the Tuesday Tales Blog Challenge, excellent community builder and all around versatile and impressive person. This time around she gave us proper vampires in tales of blood, hunger and amorality. My favorite was the first one though, Death Becomes You, because I can infer an incredible relationship between the vampire and her two victims.

Emilia Quill: An absolutely amazing fantasy author, who I’m actually hoping to do a short cross-over work with soon if both our schedules can clear up a bit. Her worlds and creatures are so rich and evocative, they really speak for themselves. So my favorite was her second entry because it captured both of those and told a genuinely awesome love story.

Julie Fisher: Though I only found one entry for this Dice Games, Julie delivers another dose of feel-good sentimentality with her entry. She does a great job of capturing the feelings in her scenes, and I’ll never complain about a piece that leaves me with a smile.

Lena Corazon: Lena’s an amazing writer and academic whose site regularly delivers everything from compelling fiction to insights into the craft and just generally fun reading. My favorite was definitely her second entry, Worthless?, for so many reasons—but just for here I’m going to say it’s because I am Gareth and love Serenity.

Meg McNulty: The weight of historical and cultural relevance behind Meg’s work guarantee a far deeper and richer experience from reading her work than would otherwise be possible within the word count. My favorite was her third entry, Achilles’ Choice, because it really gets into the myth and history that make Meg’s work so rich while also humanizing the characters through their choice and actions. That and I love Odysseus.

Dice Games June 8

Uncategorized | Posted by davidludwig
Jun 08 2012

Previous

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“It’s incredible…” Belle turned slowly, still unable to take in the enormity of the surrounding library on her second pass.

“You like it?” the Beast’s face split into the sharp-toothed grin she now found strangely endearing. “There’s something more.”

Before she could question what could possibly be more than the most exquisite collection thick, pristine tomes Belle had ever seen, she felt the handle of a golden mirror pressed into her hand. The craftsmanship was finer even than the other treasures in the castle. Seeing her reflection, however, thrust the lady’s brief euphoria under a sudden weight of empty longing.

Mostly the beauty looked the same, but parting her red lips revealed her ever sharpening teeth. The hand holding the mirror bore claws which both excited and frightened her. More changes lay invisible within her, rendering the woman in the reflection a stranger to herself.

“Think about your father while you look in the mirror,” the Beast stepped against Belle’s back, steadying her small hand with his own massive one and looking over her shoulder. “It will show him to you.”

“I can see Papa?” Belle looked back to the terrible head resting on her shoulder, her longing finally escaping her eyes as tears.

The Beast simply nodded. Swallowing, Belle allowed herself to think about her father for the first time in what felt like ages. The surface of the mirror seemed to ripple, and the reflection was replaced by a dark image.

Her portly old Papa was struggling against another storm! But he wasn’t alone; there was a taller man with him. Broad muscles pressed against a red tunic, their owner striding against the storm with an impervious swagger. Gaston.

The sight of the amorous egomaniac was enough to turn Belle’s stomach—which had become very hard to do lately. Full nausea hit as Belle saw they had all the village men behind them, and her father was gesticulating toward the edifice connecting their world to the Beast’s castle.

A rumbling growl that shook Belle’s bones showed the Beast’s displeasure.

“They’re coming here!” Belle spun to face the Beast.

“They’ll live only long enough to regret it if they do.”

Belle shrank from his cold statement of fact. Not a threat, nor promise of action, but unbiased observation of truth.

“What have you done?”

“Thrown down a little rose seed,” he turned the mirror back to Belle. “The plants of this world, are often more deadly than the animals.”

Cold dread clutched in Belle’s chest as she watched her father, Gaston, and the villagers charge through the wall of water made when lightning struck the monolith. Dropping the mirror into Beast’s hand, Belle sprinted for the basement. She’d get there even if she had to smash down the door.

Screams and the hot coppery scent of blood washed up from the dungeons before Belle could reach them. Rounding the last twisting staircase the girl witnessed a jungle of thorny vines twisting and slithering over the stone floor—hungrily rushing toward the delicious wash of human blood.

Belle’s sympathetic heart beat great surges of adrenaline into her system as she saw the thorns lash about, bind and drain the men of their vital fluids. Her mouth watered reflexively. Blood gorged buds burst from the vines before blossoming into obscenely crimson flowers. The scent of blood was rapidly being subsumed into the sweet perfume of the carnivorous blooms.

Finally she spied her Papa, fallen anemically by the now silent edifice. Leaping down into the lethal mass of vines, Belle relied on sharpened instinct and heightened reflexes to reach her Papa’s side and sever the thorns constricting him with her elegant claws.

As the rose bush closed around the girl and her father, she desperately sought a means of egress able to accommodate both of them. Gaston’s desiccated husk tumbled down to her side, a look of dumb shock frozen on his face. In little better position herself, Belle still considered that worth a grim chuckle.

“Up here! Jump!” The Beast’s roar called Belle’s attention to where he hung from the ceiling, hind-claws dug into the stone.

Belle responded with her own sharp-toothed grin before catapulting up into her Beast’s arms, her father in her own. Papa would just have to get used to this world as she had.

And Beast would have to get used to having a live-in in-law.

 

–Prompt 1: KILLER PLANTS!!!–

 

And that’s the second Dice Games. Feel free to check out the other entries by following the link collection over at our lovely host ‘Timony Souler’s site. I’ll be swinging by and seeing the rest of the field this weekend myself and then posting my post-competition summary later.