Magenta Monster

A Love Story of truly Galactic Measure (first published on Blue Monster)

The planetary nebula swam unthinking through the vastness of space. All around it was the suck of vacuum as it claimed more and more dust denuding the nebula of its substance. The cloud of gas and particles had travelled for millennia to find that which had been snatched away from it.

The nebula had once had a pulsating passion for a neutron star that was dense and prone to outbursts of a truly volatile nature. But this companion star had been stolen, snatched, filched by the chaotic interactions with a passing galaxy. The gravitational undulations had ripped the star from the embrace of the nebula and flung it many galactic miles away. The cloud had followed but the trail was becoming dimmer and space far less populated. Fewer and fewer stars studded the sky, even the hydrogen atoms were becoming rare.

A great engulfing sea of blackness appeared before it, the hole or void at the centre of the universe. The Billion Light Year Void. It sucked at the very soul of the cloud but still it plunged forward, sure that if it could only hold on a little longer it would find its beloved star.

The void beckoned and then like the star before it, the nebula entered and the universe closed its maw – all one billion light years of it.

The End

Now we have truly left the naughties behind it is time to look forward. I love flash fiction writing but hope to be compiling a collection at some point – basically once I get a hundred stories on here 🙂 I am planing on doing the same with my poetry blog Turquoise Monster too 🙂

I am sort of doing challenges instead of new years resolutions – hope everybody else is looking forward to a productive year 🙂

Merry Christmas to all the Flashers out there! Last year I wrote quiet a few Christmassy stories but not this year – maybe at some point in the future I will do a seasonal or snowy collection or something – until then I shall just keep writing on 😉

(and yes that is sort of a quote!)

Scandal Vanished (first published on Turquoise Monster)

Scandal Vanished with my life
As did the debts
The whinning morons
And the bad parkers of the world

In fact the whole world vanished
Leaving serene milky blackness
I stretched back in the warm fuzz
Ah – relaxation at last

Spirits of Trees (first published on Turquoise Monster)

Leaping greenly spirits of trees
Jumping high for the joy of air
Who kisses their cheeks
Smooth in waxy cuticle
Into the trees they pounce
Making nests for birds
Dropping boughs on the hunter
Who enters their domain

Neptune is Bound (first published on Turquoise Monster)

Neptune is bound in with shame
In a water cave so dank
Walls shimmer green
efferesance of the sea
But it is not the sea
Not the salt brine his tail fin craves
In osterization
A prison of his own making
The Sea Queens wraith
Imprisions the adultera
Excummunicating him
From his own realm

Seeds

(First published on Turquoise Monster)

I sit beneith the flame tress

Sipping mango juice

Wanting oogarly

In it’s milky sweetness

The sky is odd here

But not as different as I thought

Edges too sharp

The ground glitters

Earth red and orange

With large flat grey stones

Ox pull carts

With solum eyed boys

At their heads

I watch water being pumped

Orange and reeking

Into a truck

Destination – Towns drinking water

I sigh

My once white underwear

Streaked and stained

Because of that water

The too thin man opposite me

Thanks me once more

Bright teeth in dark face

He pushes the question again

Stay – teach our children

I feel the pang

I can not

I am home sick already

Go – he says

Become the geologist I train to be

Come back – he says

Dig wells

I sigh and look

Too equatorial skies

Wondering if I ever will

Come back to this land

He smiles

“You like the flame trees?”

I nod

“The seeds make good earrings”

And he is leaving

Taking the medical supplies with him

I look at my glowing

White hands

With bitten nails

I am 19 years old

I quell the guilt

By filling a press sill bag

Full of dark, round seeds

And dream

Of saving the world

Ten more story starters to get the fellow story writers out there writing!

1) The sand was gritty between his toes ad a warm fug seemed to have enveloped him

2) The streamlined lines of light glittered all around the city ensuring that never quiet fell

3) Insects had swarmed before but not like his

4) The trailer babies lived precarious lives

5) In the days of the dying sun a new race emerged to bring forth the bountiful dark

6) She sat amongst the scratchy heather and barberous bracken

7) The ice had grown, climbing higher into the sky of grey

8) The caravans sat in a huddle the people within them drawn together in desperation

9) The river was a source of life and symbol of fertility but it was nothing now other than a slow sludge of toxic soup

10) The clock stuck 11 it was not the magic witching hour

Galatic Death Throws(first published on Turquoise Monster)

The Dead Galaxy

Hung in the Vacuum

A dark remnant

Of a glittering time

A ghostly structure

Where the cogs seized

Where the fire died

Where there was an

end to annihilation

And the star birth

The cycle broken

the whisper of creation

Silenced

It drifted

Dense in blackness

With the Eater of Light

Still beating at its core

The only thing that

breathed motion

a deathly life

An eater of worlds

Super massive galactic

Cannibal forever

Hungry

It is the After Life

And the Gate to Hell

For the Stellar Host

That once shone so brightly

The Daft Cat (first published on Red Monster)

Minnie the cat was a daft old thing. She pretended to be the grouchiest, meanest “DONT COME NEAR ME” cat in the whole farm, and there were a lot of cats, at least five though sometimes visiting cats would lurk taking the number up to seven. But Minnie was really as soft as butter and when the little Black and White kittens who were – she professed – the bane of her life pounced on the end of her tail, which was flicking in annoyance over their distracting little mews whilst she was watching the birds on the windowsill – she was secretly pleased.

She duffed them up anyway, and then went out and caught them a mouse.

The kittens loved Minnie and were always trying to snuggle up with her – oh, she wasn’t their mother, but then their mother had been a neglected cat and had taken it out on them so Minnie was an angel in comparison. Plus she bought them mice.

Minnie often chased them off and, once she was sure they knew who was boss, she would let them snuggle up to her – it was just for the warmth, you understand; it had nothing to do with little cute noises and fluffy fur.