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Fiction Fix 14!!!!

16 Tuesday Jul 2013

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Fiction Fix is proud to present issue 14!

Please click the words Fiction Fix in the first line, or the link on my blogroll on my page, or simply put:

http://fictionfix.net

Into your browser & please read these wonderful stories & view the beautiful artwork!

Enjoy!

Words from Paint: A Rectangle to aid the Abstract.

10 Sunday Mar 2013

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Rectangle of MicrofictionsUpper Left Corner

***this post is going to be completely updated!

Cocooned within the picture. Each individual, yet a part of the same. Linked, but disconnected. A Piece of a piece of a piece. The face appeared before them easy to see: eye socket, and the extended nose, which led to the lack of mouth.  Rather curious, as it was still speaking. Countering. Facing. Vased in. Hour-glass. Abstract. Lost in its own curves. A candle with an irregular mold. Viewing overhead the mess to come is a curse & a blessing depending on your interpretation.
Words and meaning. The way it’s said, pronunciation is key. So is spelling, & grammar. But all of that is worthless without some meat/fruit/juice, whatever, take your pick, to keep the reader going. The light shines down through a neon sheen. Goosebumps rise on the thighs, a steady hand, & controlled smile meet yours. The Moon greets the Sun. Creating complicated, dramatic, compelling lives for people you encounter on the bus, only to blink it all away upon exiting @ your stop. A sly fox donned a purple hat, met a pig, and jumped continents, only to zip & kick into a quaint boxcar.
Sometimes mistakes make the picture. Other times they fuck up the whole thing. “Love becomes you, Dear. Your face glows & eyes smile. See you know it. Watch you blush. Isn’t love Surreal?” A character,  yes quite A character. Running along

On time, or not.

Night shows no bounds while you’re in flight tonight, quick, before the sun we fright.

Wave—& foam writhe to no end & so does the ink, but in such more restricting, yet freeing ways. Both eternal & needed.
A cat scratching on a post. A hand nudged across a table. A way to bridge the way one painting was randomly started & became immense. Loopy words & sloping meaning rush to fill the shore of understanding. Hey square, look over there. <–>I don’t care.But you’ve come this far. Screw this, I’m taking the ship back home. Elvis lived & died for Rock-N-Roll. Even tho he died clutching a toilet roll.
I form sentences to say to those people with zipper lips but then I delete my text in fear of getting stuck in their teeth. I thought I saw an Angel in the scuff of mud from your shoe on the bathroom wall. Her wings swept back, her hair white, her body cloaked & draped. Will I ever wipe her away? “La vie Boheme,” we sang through the streets. “La vie Boheme,” I scream, alone.  “La vie Boheme,” I hum while working on other writing. Blue: Rich, royal, sad, consuming, gentle, calm, boy, or girl, baby, blueberry, Ultra-, Aqua-, marine. And all the glorious shades in between.

Words from Paint: Twister Ring

10 Sunday Mar 2013

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picnic valleyA simple picnic—a moment in their lives.

Susie hugging her bear—Tim & Todd tugging her pig tails—

All three incarcerated in big sister Flora’s bored gaze.

She lies on her side in the soft grass and

Watches lithe clouds pass by, ever transforming.

Flora swears one cloud has the neck of a giraffe & head of a baby elephant.cloud

Her imagination conjures up green spots, and

a tuft of black hair with a matching hat to its skin.

In her mind, the elephant opens a set of eyes,

And they are the same shade of blue as Jack’s.

She drifts on his image, but then shakes her head.

He said he’d call, she thinks. Phew! It’s still cooler

out here than in that house. Flora usually calls it their mutated barn.

The mocking silence of the kitchen phone, and

The kids on full-boil energy had driven her out of the coop

and into the valley next to where her family’s home resides.

There are some trees for shade—while being just out of ring distance—

but still within Mama’s scream—so Susie, Tim & Todd could have their  fill.

Blink back to the present, and then she’s up with the swing. “Susanne!”

A flurry of blue cotton down the hill, and she separates

the mixture of children, dirt, & squeals of who started it.

“I don’t care. You are siblings. You have to be nice to each other.”

What a load, she thinks. Alice & Tom have never stopped picking on me.

twisterHauling the basket, & Susie’s hand, she decided on the story for nap time.

On the crest of the hill, the kids clump closer together, & she realizes it’s

unnaturally quiet—Not a single bird chirping, or cruising, on this hot,

almost-summer day.  Flora freezes & the children clutch to her skirt at the

horror unrolling in front of them. A colossal, swirling tower of wind,

energy, debris, & natural rage rips through their father’s barn and mother’s garden,

blasting Earth and everything connected to it into shreds.

She drops to the ground—huddles the—shaking—kids close; their young eyes

can comprehend complete destruction when it is right in front of them.

Glancing back at the scene she had watched for hours through a daydream filter,

the giraffe-elephant-Jack is little more than a loosely knitted gossamer veil.

The sky has turned peculiar colors; perhaps the green spotted cloud hadn’t been all her imagination. Forcing herself to face the situation—only to be shocked again—

it is zigging their way. Then the twister changes its mind and charges the house directly—house twister

T-minus 30-seconds until the whole things gone.

Alas, before the Monster goes through the front door, it slopes to the left and just takes off the remodeled den. The cyclones energy starts disappearing

From the bottom

up

until everything held high has dropped.

A surge of adrenaline—Flora grabs Susie & Tim—Todd runs along her side,

even running ahead and throwing open the storm cellar doors for her.

In any other moment, she’d praise his chivalry for wanting her to go before him—

but not while her blood is curdling from anxiety. A stomp of her foot,

and he descends—Tim & Susie follow suit.

Slamming the doors and then locking the chain,

She imagines a ring—Jack picking up & her heart singing—

because she can’t wait to tell him her story.

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