Monday, March 9, 2015
"Flash" being relative
This week on Word Whores we're doing a bit of flash fiction. Last week we asked for word suggestions. Each of us will write a short story based on these six words:
And here we go:
Bacon fried in the pan, slowly searing and crisping and eventually blackening into cinders. On the TV a zombie staggered slowly down the street, eyes aglow in the perpetual midnight of a repeating DVD feature. Outside the rains fell in heavy, gelatinous globules that exploded in heavy ripples across every surface. The skies were dark, save for when the clouds ran across each other and sparked a combustion of pyrotechnics.
In the kitchen the last man on Earth looked out at the morning and contemplated his day. She was out there somewhere, the last woman, and he would find her, no matter how far she ran.
He took a sip of his coffee, "Hmm. Delicious."
It was time for the hunt to begin.
Posted by James A. Moore
I write fiction, a little of everything and a lot of horror. I've written novels, comic books, roleplaying game supplements, short stories, novellas and oodles of essays on whatever strikes my fancy. That might change depending on my mood and the publishing industry. Things are getting stranger and stranger in the wonderful world of publishing and that means I get to have fun sorting through the chaos (with all the other writer-types). I have a website. This isn't it. This is where you can likely expect me to talk about upcoming projects and occasionally expect a rant or two. Not too many rants. Those take a lot of energy. In addition to writing I work as a barista, because I still haven't decided to quit my day job. Opinions are always welcome.