Every Friday Rebekah Postupak (
@postupak) hosts a flash-fiction contest called #FlashFriday. And for some reason this kind woman nudges me every week to participate. I hardly ever do. I managed to get a entry in this past week and was very surprised and humbled and happy to hear the judge liked it enough to give me first runner up. Thanks goes to Year Two judge Nillu Nasser Stelter! Check out the fantastic reviews here and the contributions here.
Congratulations to @ifemmanuel, Mary Cain, @SarahCain78 and Allison Garcia!
Remember! We now have a required extra challenge with the weekly prompt, called the Dragon’s Bidding. The element (inscribed in the dragon’s own bejeweled pendant) changes every week and must be a thematic component in your story. Note that you do not need to include the exact word in your story unless instructed to do so (e.g. “include the word ‘honorificabilitudinitatibus’”).
Also remember: Results post Sunday evenings. Flash Points, a feature in which a particularly outstanding FF story is highlighted, posts on occasional Mondays. Noteworthy #SixtySeconds interviews with the previous week’s winner will post Wednesdays. I (Rebekah) post my own stuff sometimes on Tuesdays or Thursdays “just for fun.” On the menu this week is delivery pizza, just because. If you don’t see your favorite topping, please let me know.
* Word limit: 150 word story (10- word leeway) based on the photo prompt.
* How: Post your story here in the comments. Include your word count (140 – 160 words, exclusive of title) and Twitter handle if you’ve got one. If you’re new, don’t forget to check the contest guidelines.
* Deadline: 11:59pm ET tonight (check the world clock if you need to; Flash! Friday is on Washington, DC time)
* Winners: will post Sunday.
* Prize: The Flash! Friday e-dragon e-badge for your blog/wall, your own winner’s page here at FF, a 60-second interview next Wednesday, and your name inscribed on the Dragon Wall of Fame for posterity.
* Follow @FlashFridayFic on Twitter for the latest news/announcements/dragon scale cleaning tips (note: if you were a dragon, you’d be totally cracking up at that last bit).
All eyes trained on the dark cadaver in the center of the hall, I was the only voyeur not surprised when the great skylight above darkened and foreign figures began to crawl into the room, scudding along the ceiling.
See, the figures were only so foreign. Yes, they were oddly reminiscent of the splayed corpse in the center of our midst.
I’ve always thought our kind brutish.
With very little responsibility, we find ourselves negligent.
With very little power, we find ourselves tyrants.
With very little knowledge, we find ourselves savage and destructive.
We humans simply cannot function well in masses. Our collective is dim, our instincts dulled–often nonexistent beneath the cultures we’ve developed; while rich, most customs restrain us in our minds, our spirits, shackling us tight to the mere bones of ideals.
And so–I wasn’t surprised when the beings landed to reclaim their fallen and extinguish the lives they’d just discovered, as we did when we discovered them.