Prisoner – A Flash Fiction

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“Simply Cute” Pattern Design by Avalon Media

Many aspects of him frightened me, but none chilled me as much to the bone as his need for perfection.
Patterns laid perfectly in unison with each other, never one aspect out of place, and the glance in my direction, when something was not up to his standards alone, made me shiver in fear. In a constant state of fright, I lived my life prisoner to his obsession, an obsession I was supposed to be grateful for. If I was not, the bruises on my face would bear witness of the price I would have to pay.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

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Nobody – A Flash Fiction

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Your departure was reminiscent of your arrival, filled with fanfare and grandiose moves, an orchestrated deliberate performance to the very end.
This was, after all, the main reason I could never quite understand you, the need for overacting, overwhelming everyone in your presence as if you needed their oxygen just to exist.
Little me, had no place in that world, there was no room left for anyone else, no matter how charming any fleeting moment spent in the embrace of your attention was.
And what really had I expected from the moment I met you – me, the nobody, you the powerful star.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

The preceding story is a part of the blog hop by Miss Lillie McFerrin, and was inspired by this week’s prompt: “Departure”.

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The Crime Scene Cleaner – A Flash Fiction

The Crime Scene Cleaner - A Flash Fiction

It was not that Mr. Annar had forgotten to close his blinds as everyone had suspected, it was that he had dismantled the installation, making it impossible for anyone to block his view of the entire parking lot.
The central bay window was perfectly spaced, allowing him to take advantage of the lucky occurance of being the renter of P-91.
The friendly, lady with the three cats next door on the other hand was not so lucky.
Living next to someone shaken by paranoia, her gentle smile, directed toward him, cost her her life.
Watching both bodies leave in bags, Ben nodded at the detectives and officers, watching them leave one by one, until he was finally alone.
Sighing, he raised his head toward the ceiling at the bloody mess above, already regretting,that he gave his new employee the day off. Cleaning up here alone, would surely take all night.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

The Future – A Flash Fiction

One day, not long from now, when we all have done the deeds that brought us to this point and time, we will be the forgotten ones.
When a war, we could have stopped, swallowed us whole, and the creation of more and more wasteful things, has taken over – the machine rising above men.
It is my sincerest wish, that this day will never come, but as I overlook what was once peaceful skyline of New York, streets burning, buildings crumbling, and people hurting each other over a slice of bread, I know we have already forgotten how to be human.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

This post was inspired by this weeks Flash Fiction prompt : “Forgotten”.

Bedtime – A Five Sentence Flash Fiction

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Bedtime routines are supposed  promote comfort, peace and set a mood for a relaxing night sleep. At least that is what they teach in school, and I am inclined to believe my teachers. But now, as I am laying in my bed – the thick covers barely manage to hide my shivering – I hear them again, fighting, as they have every night for as long as I can remember. And I know, that in morning, my Mother’s bruised face will bear witness to my father’s rage.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

This post was inspired by this weeks Five Sentence Flash Fiction Prompt: “Bedtime”.

A Little Game – A Flash Fiction

A Little Game - A Flash Fiction

Play a game, you said. A little game, nothing more. Asking me to trust you, and with all of my heart I wanted to, yet there was this uneasy feeling, that never left me completely when I was around you. A feeling I did not understand, as you have never acted with anything but kindness, and a gentle hand, still – it was there, waiting for me to listen. Instead, I followed you, desperate for a friend, more kind words, another encouraging gesture. Caught in your web, I surrendered my intuition. And paid a horrific price.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

Where The Wild Things Grow

A Poem - Where The Wild Things Grow

Find me, where the wild things grow
beneath the darkness
shattered only by the light of the moon.
Alive I feel here,
in the midst of the cycles of life,
growing as they grow, letting go as they let go
Meet me, where the Gods reside
in the midst of creation far removed from the
walls of concrete and steel,trading warmth
for the lifelessness of human fabrications.
© Claudia Blanton 2013This post is a part of the Daily Prompt. It asked today, what element of another city we visited, would we clone. I would clone the vast amount of public parks that where a part of the area, I grew up in (Southern Germany). The above poem  describes my connection to that large amount of nature, we roamed in freely as children.

Here is a list of other fellow Daily Prompt participants, enjoy!

http://meaningunfolding.wordpress.com/2014/06/12/city-planners-notre-dame/

http://agirllikemee.wordpress.com/2014/06/12/i-wanna-steal/

http://lovehappynotes.com/2014/05/21/the-simple-life-a-treasure-to-remember/

http://monicleblog.wordpress.com/2014/06/12/missing-ethnic-food/