*BLITZ* Oh! What was that? It’s FlashFictionFriday!!

Good day birds, wolfs, and wonderful woodland spirits! It’s Flash Fic Friday and that means we gotta flash those fictions!!

What is Flash Fiction Friday, you say? Well, it’s an open WRITEBLR prompt event that takes place every Friday, right here, on my blog!

Come, join!

Here are the official FFF GUIDELINES:

And then next Friday I’ll mention your work in a showcase post!

Okay, we’re almost ready. But before we flash our hearts out, let’s take a moment to see all the COOL, and just soooo well-written, stories from last week!

Last Friday's prompt was :  STRANGE DOOR

@alien-from-pluto-writer .tumblr.com

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@awriterscertaincosmicuniverse

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@every-book-has-a-secret

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@zburatorii

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@roselinproductions

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@thequeenofhades

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PART II

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@taeminiettaemiri

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@pheita

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@dkeslovewomen

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@rainy-rose

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@inexorableblob

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@the-children-of-the-stars

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@xpouii

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@bookenders

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@randomly-aware-memories

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@sweetcatmintea

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Thanks for joining guys! Awesome reads! I made sure to read, like and reblog all of your works, but if I missed ya, then shoot me a message! This was very cool<3<3

AND now, this Friday's Prompt: BURN BABY, BURN

Pyromaniac? Magic flames? A sizzle of the heart??

You decide!

Go where the story takes you! And good luck!

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-ciao-

|| Sew-lickers from Kid Street ||

I felt like writing!

I took the boys from FFF STREET MAGIC, and I made them kiss.

Warning: violence.

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“If there ever was a time to be utterly outrageous, it would be now, Vlad. The systems are broken and the kids are rotting in the gutter.” Claude threw his empty beer bottle in the dried up pool.

But before it hit the concrete bottom, or the little puddle og poinous water, I’d grabbed his collar and smashed him into a burning Molotov kiss.

He stiffened.

Freezing to complete immobility. It was like I had slammed my face to a brick wall.

Then he relaxed. Just a bit.

Claude parted his lips on mine, leaned in, and kissed back.

The laugh that came behind us, sliced through the air like an arrow, and hit me right between my shoulder blades before I had had the chance to melt.

“Look at those trashy sew-lickers from Kid Street making out! Does he taste like a fucking lemon, Oi Birdy!?”

I broke the kiss and glared over my shoulder.

There was a snort and a spit, and then the random prick who’d spoken through his cigarette laughed again. Meaner.

And he wasn’t alone. Four fucking picks. One of them was Volt. He just looked uncomfortable. Hands in pockets, pale, avoiding my eyes.

“Oooh! It’s a fucking puff fest!! Hah! Look at that!!” He gestured his cigarette to me. “Then they don’t only lick South sew! Fucking disgusting!!” His ugly face was one I would love to break.

My hand slowly reached for the small knife i had tugged into my back pocket. But I didn’t get to draw.

Claude pushed past me, bumping my shoulder with his.

For a second I was scared. Actually bone-cold-terrified, that he was about to join their ranks and beat the shit out of me.

Then I saw his fist. Gleaming at the knuckles, as Claude had drawn his own little classic. He called it ‘Red Kisser’ and I could see why.

Loud Prick’s nose was instantly pulverized by the brass knuckles.

A red squirt trailed him in an arch through the air as Loud Prick went down.

He screamed and the other guys took a step back. Like almost tame city pigeons, just skipping out of danger, before considering taking flight.

Loud Prick was on his back, gripping his leaky indentation of a nose. Claude stomped on his face and that horrible crack from a jaw or maybe a cheekbone, sprung the air.

The crew just watched. Maybe they weren’t ready for violence like Claude was. Maybe they didn’t like Loud Prick that much.

Or maybe, maybe, they were afraid of those explosives they’d detonated and they didn’t want to get incinerated by the blast.

More screaming. More stomping.

I should have said something. Claude was killing the guy. But I didn’t feel like it.

Instead I picked up the bud that Loud Prick has dropped when his face had been hurled back by ‘Red Kisser’.

I took a drag.

Long and slow, and then smiled to the little pigeons with smoke seeping out from between my teeth.

The system is broken.

The kids are rotting in the gutter.

And I couldn’t be fucking bothered to care.

Hey guys I’m prepping the prequel short, ‘Shadow Riders’, for a performance and a danish interview, and here’s a lil snip.

It’s about two young people, Gent and Chiaki, and about how the humans deliver assassin contracts to the Elsalvians for hire.

The contract they carry is actually Kiel’s.

I’m posting the entire short when I’ve polished it.

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“You are not my superior, Gent. You cannot order me to stay behind.” She was Kyohon, but her Gailian tongue was flawless.

“You’re barely sixteen summers.” I shook my head and sat the lantern down on the ground.

“You’re barely twenty.”

“Yes. I got four years on you.”

“And only four.”

“And that’s enough.” I exclaimed, twisting around to face her. “You are too young and too inexperienced to come with me. Do you understand? If you compromise the mission. the Blood Kin will rip you to shreds!”

She straightened.

Making herself look taller and more like a crane than a dove. Though she was the latter.

We were all the Emperor’s dirty pigeons.

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WIP taglist:

@blindandpassionate @sundaynightnovels @kainablue @girlnovels @oceanwriter @bexminx @whymanwrites @writingwordsanddrawingpictures @fukusigma @i-rove-rock-n-roll @corishadowfang @adie-dee @vhum @lilithderayne @machimaquiaveli @keiwriter @thesleevia @vxkassiopeiaxv @marewriteblr @goodvibesalltheway @james-stark-the-writer @somethingwriterly @zburatorii @wingedcatwblr @alessia-writes @alexiswrote @lynnafred @writingonesdreams

-ciao-

Wanna rip me apart?

No, not like that you perv. But I have a little scene here and I would love to hear you guys initial thoughts and critique points (positive feedback is alright too, but this is about what I can do BETTER!).

So grab your sword and slice till the text bleeds with red!

This is from The Serpent Kiss Book One of RBD, and it’s the beginning of a scene where Kiel and Shiroin has just left the palace in Kyoh and are talkiing, like talking for reals, for the first time since they’ve met.

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When we finally crossed the Gailian border, Kiel and I rested by a warming fire. We were alone in the night. The less tropical forest shrouded us from unwanted discovery, and I was sitting down, for the first time in a long time.

A spitting flame ate at the damp logs. It hissed and I watched as the orange and red flames dance their devil dance. Reaching and reaching for a spring sky that was too far away for their tainted soul.

“I need answers from you.” Kiel said as he sat down next to me.

I was torn from my reflections of morality, and willingly so.

“That is rather blunt. And you cannot demand anything from me, Blade.” I said unkindly.

“We are not at court, and I think perhaps we have past some of the civility.” He paused. I could not deny that.

“Moreover, this is a blunt matter.” Kiel added.

His white bangs fell over his eyes.

“Then ask.” I dropped some of my hostility.

Kiel took another pause. I would think, to pick his words carefully.

“What I saw…” The black mask moved on his mouth when he spoke. “When you executed the Emperor, leads me to a question I cannot find the answer to alone. And so I ask, do you have the blood of my kin in you?” Kiel’s tone was level but what he was saying was insulting, and additionally impossible.

“There is no tainted blood in the royal line.”

“And your mother?”

“You are asking if I am a bastard. I am not. My mother was human and from a high standing family.” I snarled.

“Did she have blond hair?” Kiel was fishing.

I hesitated before replying.

“No.”

He was not entirely wrong to question the source of my pale appearance. Others had had the same question itching on their tongues. It was an odd thing that my hair should be light when everyone, full-blooded Kyohon, like my father and mother, had dark silky hair and dark irises. In that way the color of my eyes had never been strange, however, there was undoubtedly something strange about them. It was the way they didn’t quite capture the light no matter which direction I turned. No matter how much sun spilled in them.

They swallowed the glimmer instead of casting it back. ‘Pits into a black soul’, Miyoi had said once.

I flicked my gaze down.

Kiel was turning my answer over in his head, fitting it into a secret puzzle I could not see and was not invited to piece together. In that moment I wondered how much I could truly trust the Elsalvian and his hidden mind. I remorsefully realized I had already opened the portal of confidence by going alone on the road with him.

Furthermore, I did indeed entrusted him with some very intimate things already; the royal murder that could be my doom, for instance.

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Tell me where I could improve! Thank you guys🌸💕

The Liar Alliance by C.A. Wolters

Snippet from nano today!! 🔥

Total word count: 19,528 !! Day 11 + 12 + 13 !!! Pew!

Here’s what I wrote:

The sugar powder broke off the white shell of my cake, and snowed down on the pages, of the book i had been keeping in my lap.

Annoyed, I grabbed the leather cover and shook the book ruthlessly, making the thin pages flap about like an injured bird.

From across the library, I heard Kiel laugh quietly in the shadows.

“What?” I snapped with my teeth still in the cake.

“I can hear the gentle brethren weep through the walls.” Kiel said and tugged down his mask. There was a pointy smirk hidding behind.

I only scoffed at him as he wandered over to me by the window. “I own it. I could burn all their scribbles if I felt the sudden urge to delete their history and religion. It would not be the first time that it had been done.” I put the powered mochi down on the crystal platter.

My father, and his father, and his father before that, had all had their censorial preferences. Like a ritual, the shelves of penmanship were cleaned out every time a new emperor took the throne; it was a pure miracle that we had any books left in the world. Even I could see the madness in destroying memories.

However, I never truly gave objects the gentleness that they perhaps deserved. Not like Kiel did. He was so careful with keeping his sword sharp. His boots shined and collar staight. Though Kiel slanted in his step and never seemed in a hurry to live up to anyone’s aesthetics, he was painfully meticulous with the care of what he decided on giving attention. I was entirely facinated by the clash of it.

Perhaps of all of it. All of this.

I felt him sit down beside me on the velvet chaiselong made for a giant.

I flicked my eyes from my book, to the open library doors, and then down in my book again.

“If you are so concerned with my handling of these sacred texts, then it would not do to leave white prints all over the pages.” I said and stretched my hand out to Kiel without meeting his gaze. “You should help me clean them.”

Kiel made a low thoughtful noise. “I do not have a kerchief.” He said. And I heard his nasty smile in his voice. He was thinking the same illicit things as I were. But it was risky. We should not, could not be seen. He would burn and I would be forced to abdicate...

The murmurs of doubt subsided as I felt him lean in and take my hand in his. Palm barely touching palm.

I still had not giving up the presence of reading when his tongue licked my fingertip. It made the downs on my arms rise to spikes.

We were such stupid creatures.

— ‘The Liar Alliance’ Book II of Rise of the Blood Dawn Trilogy by C.A. Wolters

This is some of what I did today 🔥 I told ya. If I don’t feel like writing, I write smut (or the startup/forplay of smut)!

-ciao-