Avalon – A Flash Fiction

Digital Art Print: Avalon

“Avalon” by Avalon Media
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The memories of your presence in this space were almost too much to bear.
Every corner, every inch of this island held a piece of our togetherness, your hand touching mine, your kisses on my lips. Even through the scent of the exotic flowers, I could still smell you, feel your strength, envision your powerful stride. Losing you, so early in life, was just not fair. No matter how much I missed this place, our place, I should have never returned to Avalon.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

This website and our company Avalon Media are named after the Island of Avalon, of the California Coast. The above image is a digitally altered photography of the island,  with the intent of giving it a vintage feel. One of the most beautiful places I have ever been to, the small Avalon holds the magic of the Mediterranean without ever having to leave the United States.

The above photograph is available on various applications, including Throw Pillows, Duvet Covers, Mugs and as a scarf, as well as framed art here.

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 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”.

Open – A Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction: Open

I opened my door, my home and my heart to him, only to be betrayed in the most painful way possible.
How could he tear apart the love and devotion, which I only have given him, no other, with such depth and trust?
Since the moment of revelation, I ached with a pain, that should not be possible to feel, one that froze my every move.
Tears held back, forced back by a smile, I waited for him to come home.
And was given the sweet opportunity to plunge the knife into his chest with such powerful force, that it broke into pieces.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

This post was inspired by this weeks Five Sentence Flash Fiction prompt: “Open”.

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 Fresh Start – A Five Sentence Flash Fiction

A Fresh Start - A Flash Fiction

This was supposed to have been their fresh start, a moment to begin again after a few turbulent years and the loss of their stillborn son.
Another chance to find each other, love one another with more depth than they ever had before, the loss bringing forth a good, in a bad situation.
But life, as usual, did not follow plans they made. The icy road ahead made it impossible for them to regain control of their car, before it was too late.
Holding hands until the moment of their death, taking their last laborious breath, they held on to the belief that now they would reunited with their child, at last.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

This post was inspired by this weeks Five Sentence Flash Fiction Prompt: Fresh.

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”.