The Forgotten

Flash Fiction

No one remembered The Forgotten, the outcasts, that were tossed from our society as if they were garbage, not human beings, who did nothing wrong.
Those people, hidden behind the deep walls that surrounded our cities, were simply different, not fitting in with the norm of prescribed standards of look or form.
Placed beyond the walls, to defend themselves, no one ever spoke of them again, no matter if they used to be friends, or where children.
Our fold had no place for them, but in the quiet, lonely hours just before dawn, comforted by the luxuries of our culture, I wept.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

This post was inspired by this week’s Flash Fiction prompt “Forgotten”.

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At Her Service – A Flash Fiction

At Her Service - A Flash Fiction

It did not matter which offerings I brought, nothing was good enough. No feathers, no wealth, no special items, that I knew where usually to her liking, tamed the voracious appetite for more, and for drawing blood. My hands bore witness of that fact, leaving me tethered, with stinging reminders of my shortcomings. Carefully, I stepped further back, waiting for another attack, launched out of a dark corner. Ah, the pleasures of being owned by a cat!

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

This post was inspired by this weeks “Five Sentence Fiction” prompt “Offering”. 

Fate – A Flash Fiction

Fate - A Flash Fiction

In my hands lays the power of fate, the fate of all in our society.
A move of my pen, and someone lives or dies, falls in love or will never find the connection they search for.
I did not ask for this job, just as much as those who’s lives I control did not ask for me to be in charge.
While some might enjoy this power, I abhor the role of the Seer.
Watching those whom used to be my friends play at the edge of the shore, I sit at my desk alone, grasping for the glimmer of hope, that one day, a new Seer would be chosen and my torture would end.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

This post was inspired by the Flash Fiction prompt “Glimmer” and the writing challenge “Hindsight is 20-20”. 

 

Hope – A Flash Fiction

Hope - A Flash Fiction

The glimmer of hope in her eyes was startling and surprising, a sparkle I had longed to see for such a long time.
There she was, filled with positive thoughts, young and innocent, expecting the world to bend to her needs, not in a selfish way, but in a comforting sense.
She still believed, even after all that she had been through, that nothing was lost, no battles could not be won, and the good would always prevail.
Pushing the tears that welled inside of me, those darn tears, that I, a man of medicine should never show my patients, back, I took a deep breath.
Armed with many years of training, but no ability to give a longer live to this sweet little girl, I entered the room – the bearer of bad news.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

This flash fiction was inspired the Five Sentence Flash Prompt “Glitter”. 

Rain – A Five Sentence Fiction

Rain - A Five Sentence Fiction

We laughed at the people scattering, as rain, began to fall as if the rain was the poison to their day. To us, it was an elixir, a potion that made us stronger. We danced, skipping through the empty park, with nothing but our love as a companion. Giddy moments, that would never leave my heart, even now that she was long gone, her body taken by old age, leaving me with nothing but the memories of her gentle laughter. And the scent of rain in her hair.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

 

Trip Of A Lifetime – A Five Sentence Flash

Trip Of A Lifetime - A Five Sentence Flash

“I don’t think I have ever been so sick in my life!”
“But it was worth it, wasn’t it?”
“Tons bugs, hugs spiders, and snakes, and that was just around the hotel room, so what do you think?”
“I would have love to have gone in your place, this trip of a lifetime.”
“Well, I am just glad, I survived the flight.”

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

Thank You And Good-Bye – A Flash Fiction

Thank you and Good-Bye - A Flash Fiction

I thought I should tell you, that your phone call this crisp, bright morning, saved my life. You know which call I am talking about, the one where you broke up with me, because you where too cowardly to do it to my face. It stopped me in my tracks, leaving me too breathless to cross the street, right as a speeding car ran the red light in front of me. So, I thank you from the bottom of my heart and with all sincerity – good-bye.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

This post was inspired by the Daily Prompt, where we were asked to use the following  words within any post of our choice: a phone call, a crisp, bright morning,and  a speeding car.