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Flash Fiction: The High Ground

This is ground we cannot cede. It must be held and defended. We don’t do it for a tactical advantage. We don’t stand here to look down on our enemies or those we disagree with. We do it because it is the right thing to do. We can’t turn a blind eye to corruption and evil. We might take loses and sustain self-inflicted injuries. That’s a small price to pay. Once ceded, the high ground can be difficult to regain. Better to defend it.

 

Author’s Note: The draft version of this was posted by accident. Sorry about that. In any case, this story was inspired by recent political events. I have a problem with the idea that doing the right thing isn’t worth it or we should do it because it gives us some kind of advantage. That’s just me.

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Flash Fiction: Buried

It was too precious and fragile to display openly. It could be stolen. It could be broken. Its splendor could distract and lead one astray. The decision to bury it deep wasn’t the best one. Its location was a nearly forgotten secret. Loneliness was the price for safety and success. In retrospect, the cost was too great. In the darkness, it became cold and hard. When the time came to unearth it, the task was difficult. It took time for life, love, and warmth to return. Some aren’t so lucky. That’s why one should never bury their heart.

Author’s Note: This story was inspired by a photo shoot a friend did. Check out my friends over at Wicked Geeky on Instagram and Facebook for their 25 Days of Christmas. Maybe I might post the Christmas story I’m working on for a friend? We’ll see how things this week.

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Flash Fiction: Sharks

They smell it. There is blood in the water, all of it yours. They no longer swim alongside you. They circle, waiting for their moment. Their dead eyes lack empathy. They see your weakness and mistakes. With your strength failing, the sharks close in. If you hadn’t erred so greatly, they would be satisfied with a few nibbles. Instead, this will turn into a feeding frenzy. It’s a just rewards for one who preyed on the weak and powerless.

 

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Flash Fiction: The Black Sheep

I had fallen asleep on the couch. Although my uncle tried not to make any noise, the awkward rattle of him fumbling for his keys was enough to wake me. When he opened the door, letting the light from the hallway in, I could make out his hunched over form. I waited for him to shut the door before turning on the lights to reveal his bruised and battered form.

“You’re hurt. I thought you were……”

“Invincible,” he replied, flashing me a tired smile. “Far from it.”

With those words, he seemed to change. He stood a little straighter and taller. It was as if pain and weakness were beneath him.

“Do the others know?”

My uncle shrugged. “They just see the results. They don’t care about the cost. It’s easier for them to think I can’t be hurt. That I can’t feel anything.”

“I don’t understand.”

“This is why I’m the black sheep of the family. To the others, I’m a throwback, violent and unpredictable, someone who should only be called when needed. It’s my role.”

The stories my family told about him always illustrated those points. He had a wild side and was capable in a way that frightened people who heard about some of his exploits. Most spoke of him as if he was the boogeyman. He was someone to only be called as a last resort when all else had failed. His words hinted at the pain this caused him.

“Then why do it?” I asked.

“Love and duty,” he said, smiling. “I will always be there for my family but I can’t change who and what I am.”

I don’t know if he ever shared this with anyone else in the family. I didn’t care. To me, he was no longer the black sheep of the family but a white knight. I resolved to treat him as such from this day forward. He would always be welcome.

 

Author’s Note: I spent some time with a friend visiting this weekend so there was a delay in posting this story. There’s a lot I could say about this story. It’s taken a number of forms and title changes before I settled on the current one. That’s because this story has more meaning for me than most. I represents an evolution of sorts. Initially, I saw one of my uncles as black sheep of the family. I didn’t understand until we actually talked one Christmas. When he passed on, I fell into a similar role. As for sharing my feelings, we’re still working on that part which is why I wrote this story.

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Flash Fiction: The Wordless Cry

How often have I heard this cry without realizing it? Too many times. The few words spoken only hint at the danger of the moment and the stress being undergone. Why don’t those in need scream for help? Emotions and circumstances play a part in the depressing silence. It was something I never understood until I had to make the same cry. Now, I wonder if those around will pick up on the clues I have laid out for them or will I have to face the darkness alone.

 

 

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Flash Fiction: The Wraith

Tethered to the past, unable to move forward, each day is more difficult to get through than the last. The darker emotions are more keenly felt. Joy and happiness are now fleeting things to be treasured. You know what you are. Through no fault of your own, you’re a wraith and a stranger. More dead than alive, there seems to be no place for you among the living. To your credit, you try time and time again. Can you be saved? Are you worth saving? You’re not so sure but your few friends and family say yes. Yes, you are.

 

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Flash Fiction: The Letter and the Spirit

The words are written with precise grammar and punctuation. They say what they say. Their meaning is clear though some will argue and debate it.

Intent is just as important as the literal interpretation. Without the spirit, the letter is a soulless thing.

Together, they can’t be twisted or manipulated though some will try.

 

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