The End Of Everything – A Flash Fiction

He scared me, with such a profoundness that I knew I would never be the same. Not that he was threatening, this fragile, old man with the broad rimmed hat, but his eyes, gazing at me with the intensitivy of a powerful personality, borred into my soul, and left a mark. His words, as broken as his body, where humblingly simple, yet held within them the moment I had been waiting for, dreading and hoping to never hear anyone say to me.
“It has begun!”

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

Impact – A Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction: Impact

One day can change everything. I had never appreciated that sentiment until this very moment. A breath, a glance, a decision, all actions that are fleeting, but their impact felt long after, creating waves of changes not to be taken lightly. Until now, standing here, in the midst of the thick, lushious lawn, feeling simutaniously at home and lost, I did not know the depth of this truth. But at the end, all that matters to me now, is that those decisions brought me right here – to you.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

Her – A Flash Fiction

She wasn’t supposed to be here, hell she was not even supposed to be in this country, according to his sources, but even the best sources could get it wrong. His heart broke with every step she took toward him, knowing that, no matter what he would say, he could not explain away the pain he had caused her, the pain of him leaving her behind, even if it was to keep her safe.
Her eyes, fixed on his, dark with a deep well of emotions, he brazed himself for a tirade of screams, accusation, and yes, even a slap. But he never expected, that she would place her lips on his own.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

 

Five – A Flash Fiction

 

 

He would not – could not –  stop repeating the number five, over and over again, sometimes louder, other times barely whispering it. This was normal behavior, they told me, normal for him at least, and assured me that on good days his uttering sounded like a happy recital of long-lost memories. They were lost alright, lost within me, but I did not tell them, knowing that they would think, I was as crazy as him, belonging in the same place he would never leave again. I knew the meaning of his mumbles because I heard them before, twenty years ago, when I saw my Dad that last time – and I was five.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015
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Transient

Transient

Undead was such an uncaring word. Zombie was not much fun either. There are better labels I would choose for myself if anyone that mattered would listen. Who did not matter where my sisters, who thought I was way out there, and well I was pretty cool, after all I still had all of my fingers and most of my hair. Transient was more descriptive of our state, technically a state between states, which, thanks to my crazy family had spread through the world like wildfire.

Claudia H. Blanton 2015

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”.

The Gift – A Five Sentence Flash Fiction

The Gift - A Flash Fiction

Returning to the place, where she had been abandoned, was supposed to bring her closure of some kind, but instead it brought her only an empty feeling of nothingness. The bare steps of the large church where cold, bare and a stark contrast to her childhood, adopted by the kindest people she ever met, or could imagine. There was no trace of her, the one, who had given life, but nothing else, no sign of love, no care, no connection. Glancing back at the two people, waiting at a short distance for her, to find her own way, she was glad, she had been left behind.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

This post was inspired by the Five Sentence Flash Fiction Prompt “Abandon”

Haunted – A Flash Fiction

Haunted - A Flash Fiction

Frozen by the fears of yesterday, he stopped to light the  candle in the small church. No matter how many offerings he made, no matter how much he prayed, the hollow guilt never stopped haunting him. Wishing for a miracle, that would never come, he rested his head against the freezing wall of the ancient building before turning once again, toward the cold space in the small yard, where all hope, all love laid resting in a shallow grave.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

This post was inspired by the Flash Fiction Prompt “Offering” and the following performance of the song “From Yesterday” by 30 Seconds To Mars

 

 

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”. 

The Spell – A Five Sentence Flash Fiction

The Spell - A Five Sentence Flash Fiction

She made the offering with gentleness and care, honoring the path of her ancestors, while softly murmuring a prayer, I could not understand.
Floating, her bare feet seemingly not touching the soft grass of the large yard, she was somewhere else, not only in spirit, but also in body.
Her soft, long hair weaved back and forth in the warm breeze, then she froze, smiled and open her eyes, looking directly at me, with such suddenness that it startled me.
Nodding at my puzzlement, her smile deepened, as she said clearly, the first words of her’s I actually understood: “So Mote It Be!”

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

This post was based on this weeks Five Sentence Flash Fiction Prompt “Offering”.