Saturday, January 21, 2017

Janet Flash: Separation Anxiety

by Michael Seese

This morning as I made my rounds of the blogs, I came upon another quick Janet Reid flash fiction contest. In 25 words or less, we had to say what was going on in this picture.
















I immediately glommed onto the idea that became "Separation Anxiety."


As Pen and Gossamer awaited the surgery to separate them, one thought crossed their mind.
Mom and Dad have a lot of explaining to do.


What do you see in this pic?


Thursday, January 19, 2017

It STILL Never Gets Old

by Michael Seese

Back in October, I posted an entry from the "never give up" files. To make a long story short (if a writer can do that), "TinkerHell," a piece I wrote in 2012, finally found a home. 

Today, I hold in my hands that home.















 




















 


As I say every time I get one of these in the mail, it never gets old. 


Sunday, January 15, 2017

Janet Flash: The Purrfect Plan

by Michael Seese

I got a call the other day from one of my biggest supporters, Jim Lewis, who owns the Fireside Book Shop in Chagrin Falls. He wondered if I as still blogging, since my words had not polluted graced his inbox lately. I agreed I had not been blogging much lately, owing to three factors:

1. The demise of Castle
2. The demise of Flash Friday, which ensured that every week I would have a story to share
3. The fact I've been so busy writing my current WIP I haven't had time to write about writing.

But yesterday I tuned into Janet Reid's blog, and saw that she'd posted a quick flash fiction contest

This time, in 25 words or less, we were to describe this picture.

























Here is "The Purrfect Crime."

“We need a cleaner,” Eunice whispered.

“Nah. They'll assume she fell.”

Indeed, their plan was purrfect, save for one detail.

“Um... Who’ll open the can?”


What would YOU have said about this, in 25 words or less?

Sunday, December 11, 2016

Janet Flash: Inured

by Michael Seese

This is another "ummm" story. I have no idea where it came from. The words Janet lobbed our way for this week's 100-word story contest were:

gut
shot
straight
whip
lash


I recall starting with "whip" and "bat an eyelash" and it kind of took off from there. So here is "Inured."

Inured, by now, to his belt, Sadie didn't bat an eyelash when he brandished the whip. A perfect reflection of her father's defiance, she shot one across his bow.

“You don't have the guts!”

The crack cut straight to her core. Practice, though, taught her how to swallow a scream. Thirty minutes later he smiled, spent and satisfied.

“Here's your money, Sadie,” Jack said. “Same time next week?”

“Sure,” she said, dabbing the tiny red rivulet running down her cheek.

“Sorry about nicking you. I'll try harder to control it next time.”

“No worries.”

Dad always said the same thing.


So what do YOU think was on my mind? Since I've never done "that stuff" (and harbor no secret desire to do so) I'm at a loss.

Sunday, December 4, 2016

Janet Flash: Hope

by Michael Seese

My blogging has been kind of sparse lately, as I've been busy working on one of those book-things. I have high hopes for this one, and I hope to have something to share in a one or two.

Luckily, Janet Reid saved me from blog-stupor, by offering another of her contests. This time we had to use:

hope
next
year
a lot
better

I tried a different approach, focusing on one word -- in this case hope -- then writing the story I wanted. Then I found room for the other words. That approach would have been more challenging had she chosen a word like "mustard," or something.

So here (after cutting 14 words, much to my chagrin) is "Hope."


They named her Hope, because they had nothing else. Everything had been stolen from them. Their home. Their lives. Their dignity.

She would not be next.

Their shattered faith promised a better life. They’d begun to doubt. Until He sent an angel.

The girl with the kind smile and the pushcart of rotting fruit discarded by the soldiers wasn’t like the others. A child herself, perhaps 13 years old, she'd have to do.

"We don't have a lot of time," she whispered, burying the baby in the hay. The winter, and the boots, approached rapidly.

Hope would not survive either.



As always, I'd love to know what you think.

Monday, November 7, 2016

Janet Flash: Decisions...

by Michael Seese

Janet surprised us. Noting, "You have an extra hour on Sunday to write! How about you spend them on a flash fiction entry?" she hit us with a contest Saturday morning, instead of Friday, as is her custom.

The words:

cat
nose
tail
stare
hello


I made a concerted effort to embed the words, or split them up, as one of my fellow authors Steve Forti is fond of doing.

The result is "Decisions..."

“His afterlife is hell. Or so I'm told.”

Yes. An eternity cleaning the litter box of Schrödinger's cat.

So it began. I’d grown weary of their battailous bickering. One acts like he knows everything. The other, like he doesn't give a damn.

“We offer tranquility.”

Translation: boredom.

“Most people are happy to see me.”

Most are high on angel dust.

“Harmony.”

You'll hand him a harp. He studied piano.

“See what he's doing?” He's trying to…”

The bitch war between God and Satan faded out. As it always did. I put away the gun, and decided to try again tomorrow.


As always, I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Funny Foto #76

by Michael Seese

Spotted in the window of Chagrin Falls Hardware & Supply.





































I love my town.

And GO TRIBE!

Quick baseball joke...

Q: What do the Chicago Cubs and the Joker have in common?
A: Neither knows how to handle a bat.

Thank you, I'll be here all week.