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Chuck Wendig’s Flash Fiction Challenge:

“I want you to write the last 1000 words of a non-existent novel.

In other words: “the ending.”

Now, you can be a bit meta with this — the ending in your mind may be a tidying up, a denouement, or you may instead choose to write a climactic end moment before imaginarily closing the curtains.”

So here goes.

As always,Comments & Criticisms are welcome.


I take another drink. She sits across from me and stares. judging? not judging? who gives a shit?
but then I know the answer to that don’t I? I do. I give a shit, but I’m trying my damndest not to show her that just the sight of her is killing me inside.
she smiles. I give a half smirk and take another drink. she tells me to listen. or says it. can’t tell.

she says she’s not trying to hurt me. I let out a laugh. louder than intended, but whatever.
she says That she explains that she has someone else. she starts that she knows how I feel- I interrupt that feelings are what I have only when there isn’t a bottle of gin nearby. I thought it was a pithy biting remark.
Instead she just looks….sad.
and my heart breaks all over again.
I keep it off my face. never let ’em see you bleed.
I shrug noncommittally as if we’re talking about next years playoffs.
Just another day. not my own personal Armageddon . I briefly consider how nice it would be if Armageddon or Ragnarok or the fucking Apocalypse,did come right now.
Then i realize if it was the Apocalypse, the Rapture would be first. and they’d take her and leave me.
fucking hilarious.
And maybe before the devil comes to shove a plate of burning coals up my ass, he can sit down and we can have a drink.
I bet the devil hasn’t had a decent drink in a while. No liquor for thousands of years. That would make anyone evil.
‘sides, he seems like a tequila kinda guy.
I  mention to her that the devil seemed like a tequila guy.
she’s givin’ me that look again. the sad look.
Shit, I’m drunk. She knows why I’m drunk. I know why I’m drunk. yet, I’m too goddamn stupid to admit it. too goddamn bullheaded. I thought we’d had something. fuck it. I was wrong. A guy can be wrong can’t he?

The bottle’s gettin’ empty. She turns her head as I pour another. I always tried not to drink around her. So much for that.
I shrug again and take sip.  

She nods to herself, as if my silence confirmed whatever she was thinking.
She gathers up her purse and her coat.
I watch, really watch, ’cause this’ll be the last time I ever see her again. I watch as her hair dances around her shoulders. The way the earrings droop down against her neck. The way she does her best not to look at me.
but she does.
She stands up straight and looks at me one last time.
I smile and give a casual salute.
I’m fucking dying.
Every breath is like sucking in molten lead. My chest wants to cave in. My eyes feel like concrete.
I would give the rest of this bottle for a bullet to my temple right now.  
She turns and walks towards the door.  She pauses. just for a split second, but she pauses. Then she opens the door and walks out without backward glance.
Like that she’s gone.

He slides into her vacant seat across from me. he’s smoking some sort of clove cigarette and giving me that chilly fucking look.
” the big man’s gonna have fun with your sorry ass.” he sneers.
” yeah, I know.”
He grunts in approval and puts the funky smelling cigarette out in the ash tray.
I look back to him. ” So, your boss, you think he’s a tequila guy?”
” Your boss- He like tequila?”
” the fuck should I know?”
I took another drink.
” I bet he’s a tequila guy.” I said.
He looked at his watch.
“it’s time.” he said.
“I know.” I said.
He stands up and puts a hand on my shoulder.
” She was your one salvation y’know that right, Faust?”
I stare at the empty doorway. “yeah, I know.”

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Posted by on December 5, 2012 in Uncategorized



The Wondering Chamber

Another flash fiction challenge from Chuck Wendig

The challenge? open with  ‘ the noticed android walks past the wondering chamber.’

For some reason I wanted to try something different (for me anyway) with this one. any comments/criticisms are always helpful. that being said, here goes nothin’.

 Dare to Dream

The noticed android walks by the wondering chamber.
The wondering chamber offers.
The sign denies the android.
The door pulses. Beckoning. Taunting.
The noticed android continues away undaunted.
The wondering chamber calls out to the android.
The android does not respond.
The wondering chamber cajoles.
The android is dutiful;He will not shirk.
The wondering chamber opens.
The noticed android dares to peek inside.
The light flows outward.
Wavelength over wavelength.
Azure luminescence off counterfeit skin.
Logic overridden. Inspection necessary.
No automatons beyond this point: Ignored
The wondering chamber embraces the android.
Powering down.
Synthetic sleep and dreams of artifice


Posted by on July 17, 2012 in Uncategorized



The Gumshoe’s last day on Pulp Street.

another Flash Fiction Challenge: Over The Top Pulp Insanity. 1000 words
this one is over a thousand words.1159 to exact. I think I had too much fun writing this one. way too much fun.

The Gumshoe’s last day on Pulp Street.

I sat back with a heavy sigh, looked out the window of my shoddy office and took a slug of whiskey. I squinted against the sear of the suggestive,pulsating rhythm of the neon sign across the street; blinking on and off, advertising it’s lurid obscenity to all who cared to look.If I had shades, I’d close them. I regarded the the flashing display of vulgarity with a grimace before turning back to my desk. I dropped another one down the hatch.
What kind of world do we live in,when that kind of explicit material is stuck on a flashing billboard so every deviant, reprobate and freak would know where to seek their shameful debauchery.
SENIOR CITIZENS 24 HOUR BINGO PARLOR! It beamed through my window. Shameful.
I rubbed my temple and wished  my headache would just get up and walk out.
just like my ex-wife.
and my partner.
and my kids. my dog. my table meth addled secretary whats-her-name.My goldfish. and my potted plant. (I Still miss that plant. more than my kids actually.) I reached into my coat and brought out my ‘under the counter’ headache pills. I got ’em real cheap ’cause the FDA banned them last year. or in the 70’s. I don’t really remember when. I poured a smallish handful and swallowed them and the last quarter of the whiskey bottle.
hell, what does the FDA know?
Out of curiosity as to just what the FDA did know, I looked on the back of the pill bottle.


The bottle slipped from my grasp and clattered across the floor. It wasn’t because I was surprised about the warning label, but my arm had lost all feeling and my lips seemed to be having some trouble keeping all that spit in my mouth. I decided to just let it run down my shirt collar like a miniature Niagara Falls.
Hey, at least my right arm worked and my headache had disappeared.
 Man oh man, did need a cigarette. Bad.
I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out a pack of camels.

I stared at them for a minute, then decided that the hallucinations had kicked in as the blue furred camel on the left began to chew on my hair.

Basic rational thought went out the window when Porky Pig began trying to talk me down. I realized what a good guy he was and hoped he would eventually over come that speech impediment.I thought I could begin to relax. I was wrong.

My crotch began to itch and burn like all the fires of hell, But I couldn’t be bothered with that now. I had begun to look at my desk in a way that I’d never looked at a desk before. The Duke smacked me in the back of the head. “No time for that now, son. You’ve gotta job to do.” I jumped up and gave a tentacle salute to Capt. Cyber pants and the Hydro bully. John Wayne handed me a stapler from his holster. I swiftly stapled my armor shut and turned the stapler back into a gecko for easy storage in my wonder bra.

A sparkle of light announced the arrival of Flash Gordon and Red Skelton.  Flash handed me my Laser Guitar and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.
“I did not have sexual relations with that painter, Leonardo Da Vinci.” I nodded and dived out the hatch.I remember the training. wait ten, then use the rockets. I had this down to a science.

A Pudding-Bat flew past belching toxic smoke at my head. Ignoring it, I flew past at supersonic speed; i didn’t have time for his kind. I was headed for Lightning Skull mountain, The Lair of my arch nemesis Dr.Divorce-Lawyer. I arrived in time to find two helpless bald women being tortured by a Capuchin Monkey with a smart phone.
I strummed my Photon-Telecaster and the little monkey bastard was done for. Simian ash drifted through the air as the two captives began screaming at me in joy.
“who the hell are you?!” the Shiny one cried happily.
“get out of my house!” Exulted the pale one.
The poor things were hysterical with gratitude.
“no thanks necessary.” I spun around and ran deeper into my enemy’s fortress.

An illusory door with a lot of tricky words almost stopped me, but after some thought I headbutted it into submission. It submitted in a spray of glassy tears. and blood. lots of blood.
Dr. Divorce-Lawyer was laughing maniacally as I charged into the heart of his sanctuary. His laugh almost sounded like crying. no doubt some sort of trick to throw me off guard.
“so we finally meet at last, doctor. again.” I greeted by way of eye poking. He lunged for his Nuclear death-ray/telephone, but I was far quicker than He. I thrust with my Radiant Flying-V,He dodged it easily.He was a master of the hyper-quick fighting art: fetal ball style.
I leapt over him like a Panther-Ninja and pulled the Gecko out of my wonder bra. “Geronimo time, Doctor!” I cried triumphantly, shooting a blast of Gecko radiation.
“stop spitting on me!”  He roared before the atomic lizard took his life.
the sound of the self-destruct system activating kept me from checking his pulse.
That didn’t matter, he was dead and would never inconveniently return to exact his revenge at a later time when my guard was down. With a flex of my might thews, I Jumped from the ledge of the cliff as the explosion propelled me into oblivion.

I awoke some time later to the smell of burning. Confused,I turned over to find my waste basket belching flames and scorching an unplucked pigeon on hastily cobbled together spit. Odd, the smoke detector should be blaring. I looked up to find a 6×6 hole in my ceiling, where my smoke detector once hung.
I don’t know what’s-
My eyes fell on my potted plant. It had been behind my office door the whole time. I crawled to my feet and filled my whiskey bottle with water from my flooded bathroom.I don’t know why there were holes and fires, but I had my plant back. Things were finally looking up for me. Somewhere I swear I could hear the sound of weeping. I shrugged and happily began to water my plant as the sound of police sirens grew louder.

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Posted by on May 13, 2012 in Uncategorized



Merciless Hammers

Another Flash Fiction Challenge from Chuck Wendig . a link to random list of Titles.(Click here) we choose one to be our title.

Merciless Hammer
Wraithlike Venom
Bronze Tension
Burning Crocodile
Angry Soldier

one of the five is my title. I was nearly paralyzed by indecision on this one. so many hilarious/cool ideas. (Burning Crocodile. ’nuff said.) But I decided to go with the one I felt would be the most potent.

Two days.
Two miserable pain drenched days. She tried to shift into a more comfortable position, but the pit wasn’t large enough and the busted timber pinned her ankle to the bottom of the pit. Her muscles ached but she couldn’t feel her foot anymore;she had worried about it yesterday. Now she just wanted water.Her throat felt like sandpaper and her tongue was a piece of beef jerky covered in grit. She was thirsty,tired and scared. All she could do was wait for help as she slowly died, one minute at a time.She still had her pocket radio, but it only told her the weather was worse and that rescue teams were working day and night. The battery was running low so she only kept it on for a few minutes at a time.She still hadn’t seen or heard anyone. except the rats. they were everywhere.

As she slipped in and out of consciousness, the dread that someone would call out and she wouldn’t be able to answer grew stronger. She looked towards the sky again for the hundredth time. the edge of the pit was only ten feet up, but it might as well have been a mile. the radio was cutting out when she heard something that made her spirit soar. Rescuers had been dispatched towards her side of the neighborhood. It would be only a matter of time, she told herself. She would be home and this would just be a long forgotten nightmare. She dragged her dry tongue across cracked lips Hoping.Praying for some moisture, then she slipped into an untroubled sleep for the first time since she had been trapped down here.

She awoke to the hiss and crackle of her radio. She felt a bleary thread of confusion worm through her. Had she left it on? it didn’t matter, she would be rescued soon. The battery could hold out until help came. Hopefully. The announcer came back on so she tried to focus. The report was wavering in and out; something about a turn in the weather; a monsoon had come out of nowhere; the rescue workers were being pulled back until the monsoon had passed; A flash flood was likely. She heard the wind howling outside her hole. the radio gave a final squawk then fell silent. The dead radio made the wind all the louder. She leaned her head back against the wall of her prison and began to sob tears she didn’t have.  
The rain began to fall like merciless hammers.

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Posted by on May 1, 2012 in Uncategorized