Do You Even Care? – A Haiku

Listen

stuck in frustration
don’t tell me you understand
shut up and listen

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

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Prisoner – A Flash Fiction

Simply Cute

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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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Bedtime – A Five Sentence Flash Fiction

Bedtime

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 Lonely, Silent Night

A Lonely, Silent Night - A Flash Fiction

With desperation in her heart, she summoned him without hesitation.
The darkness of the last few weeks had been so overwhelming, that the warnings of the old woman had not found its way into her thoughts, never even considering that who she was calling for, was not the same person he had once been.
It did not matter, anyway. Her life did no longer matter to her, a life without him, more terrifying than any potential entity finding its way into her space.
One more moment, one more glance into his beautiful blue eyes, is all she asked for, and exactly what she received, as he took her life, as quickly as she had taken his before.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

I Begged You – A Flash Fiction Horror Story

 Flash Fiction: I Begged You

I originally posted this little dark story on my previous blog – enjoy!
“I begged you to stay with me.
I pleaded, promised, swore to give you everything you wanted.
I was at my best, not that I am not mostly my best, but I went further in my request for you to stay with me. I did everything I could think of, even some things I could not think of on my own.
On my quest to convince you, I went on the internet, borrowed relationship books from the library, spoke with family and friends.
I took their advice, I applied it.
I worshiped your every step.
I begged you to stay with me.Your response what not what I expected.

But I am sure you did not expect how I would handle it.
I am sure of that, I made sure of that.
You see, I have never allowed you to see what I am capable off, not wanting to scare you and all. Oh, I did scare you a  little before, but just a little. I did let you see me follow you, send you flowers in places you did not think I knew you went to.
That was the fun little scare.
An exiting scare.
Foreplay.

Still, you did not know what I could do to you.
Because you also did not know one of the most important things about me.
No one tells me no.
No one does, not even you.
It does not matter how much you begged me at the end, because I know another secret, that you had to learn the hard way.

If I can’t have you, no one can.”

 

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

The Becoming – A Flash Fiction Fantasy

The Becoming - A Flash Fiction Fantasy

The changes where subtle at first, almost not noticeable, and for a while she thought she was just imaging things. She had always been an imaginative person, so it was easy to come to this conclusion, to pretend the truth away.
The tingling in her left hand should have been an indication, but not enough to make her to make a connection. Of course, she remembered the warning of the old woman,  but who listened to old women anyway? Rarely anyone of her tender age, even less so if that older woman looked as crazy in black as that one had.
She should have listened.
The mumbling of merging and destiny where vague, while the mixture, of fear and awe on that hags eyes were burned into her soul.
She should have listened to the instructions, on how to deal with the increasing stiffness, and how to control the merging,
Strangely, it did not hurt, there was no pain, no discomfort, but a cooling sensation as her left arm, slowly became “something else”.
She smiled, interestingly void of fear, the crystal within her growing, becoming her, merging with her, increasingly becoming One.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

This flash fiction was inspired by Daily Prompt

 

The Woods – A Flash Fiction

A Flash Fiction Story: "The Woods"

“It’s a true story.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Well, it really happened.”
“No, it didn’t you are just making stuff up again, I am going to tell Grandma.”
“Don’t Steve, please don’t she won’t understand!”
“That you made up another one of those crazy stories about the woods behind the field? Come on, I knew you where lying.”
“I am not lying. She, she, just..”
“She, what? Man, spit it out already!”
“She told me not too go close to woods.”
“Of course not, you’ll just get lost in there. It’s dark, that’s all.”
“That’s not all.”
He laughed, as he turned away from a his little brother and toward the dark, thick rows of ominous trees, the thick shrubs between them, making it impossible to see further then a foot, two, at most.
“I’ll show you, that its only dark.”
“No!”
Stepping further into the thickness, Steve’s eyes widening with surprise, and fear.
“I’ll be damn.”, he whispered, just before cold, and dark hands wrapped themselves around his neck.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

 

Worst Scenarios: The Final Heist – A Flash Fiction Horror Story

Daily Prompt is asking us today what the worst case scenario would be for this day, and what would be the best.

The following flash fiction short story is about one of these worst case scenarios, originally published on my old blog, last year:

The Final Heist

This was supposed to be our last job. It was large enough to set us for life, both of us, and our families, reaching our goal of financial independence a few years earlier then expected.
A quick job, in and out, methodical and clean, a robbery of its finest and planned to the T.
Nothing was going to stop us, after all, we knew how to act quick, and in all of our years of criminal activity we never had to physically harm anyone.
We were proud of that fact.
We had principles.
And we knew how to stay out of the radar of the police.

Everything was planned, today was supposed to be the day and all we had to do was wait until it was past midnight. We had found the perfect place to watch and wait, to embrace and be embraced by the darkness that was going to be absolute on this day before the New Moon. We were used to waiting patiently, our patience had been practiced like an artist practiced his specialty.

What added to the satisfaction was that we were robbing those who robbed others.

Then everything that could go wrong went wrong.

We did not even make it out of our car when he found us. Dan was dead before he could react, his throat slashed with a quick efficiency that only a master could bring forth. He knocked me out, before I was able to reach for the Magnum in the glove compartment. He wanted to take his time with me.

In all of our luck and precision, our planning and concise pre-arrangements we had to park ourselves in the hunting grounds of a serial killer.

A serial killer with preferences for blond women.

Just after midnight, the darkness covering the area as deep as it could, with such an completeness I had never seen before, the time when we were supposed to rake in the heist of our lifetime, I began begging him to let me die.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2013-2014

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Your turn!

Here are some blog posts that inspired and touched me today:

http://b-due.com/2014/05/02/carrie-and-beckys-daily-challenge-5-2-14/

http://abozdar.wordpress.com/2014/05/02/presents/

http://jitterygt.wordpress.com/2014/05/02/five-letter-word-for-end-of-live/

 

G Is For Gore

 

Horror Movies and books with well done plots and believable characters are enjoyable in their frightening way.
Horror done for the sake of gore, on the other hand are a turn off.

Well done horror, frightens us to the brink of jumping out of our skin, but even more so if the story makes us care about the fate of the character we are observing. Anything less then that, leaves us with the feeling of being grossed out, rather then entertained.
Most horror movies overlook that very important aspect of story telling.
Saw and all of it’s sequels is one of the culprits of this lack of character development, and over-emphasizing on the gross factor.

Saw is the definition of unnecessary and horribly created sick version of gore.

Now there is plenty of horror that is well done, usually it contains much psychological tension, as for example in the movie Gothika with Robert Downey Jr.
Here we do really get to know and care for the characters, rooting for their survival in the midst of a story that is rattled with twists and turns.
Let me share the trailer with you

While keeping all of the traditional elements of horror, Gothika allows the plot, rather then the gore, to carry the story.

What are your favorite horror movies?

The Dentist – A Flash Fiction Horror

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The excruciating agony shot through my mouth and echoed in every nerve ending of my body. The sadistic smile behind the mask, deepened as he looked upon me, observing my pain as if to study it, revel in it.
“I know, I know”, he uttered gently. “The depth of pain is incredible, isn’t it? Teeth seem so lifeless so disconnected from the ability to feel anything until we get to the root of things.”
He held another device above my head, that looked larger, menacingly large into my sight. I wiggled my hands and feet, but bound tightly, I could not escape his madness.
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He had made sure of that.

“This, my dear, this little tool is strong enough to break a jaw bone. It is useful when one wants to reshape a face for plastic surgery, not that we have to worry about that, I know. No, you are going to experience its full power, that is, as long as you can stand the pain.” He chuckled.
“Aren’t you glad you came to my new office? As I told you earlier, I am the most thorough practitioners of my kind. You’ll see.”

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

My flash fiction collection “Flashes of Light” will be available on Amazon June 2016 via Kindle!