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Flash Fiction: I Dreamt I Was The Moon

I dreamt I was the moon.

It was a peculiar dream. For some unknown reason, I had an animus towards Earth and the earthlings. I tried so hard to move myself towards the earth. I wanted to crash into it, blast it into oblivion. I was struggling to do it, and as soon as I began moving, the earthlings fired a beam at me to put me back in my place. I was a slave to to their power. Then, I woke up. I was angry at myself.

It was such a petty dream to have, for me, the sun…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Prosery #2

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Three Line Tale: First Step On The Moon

The moon landing now complete, man had taken his first official steps on the moon.

The astronaut team looked back on the footprints they had left on the lunar surface.

Then they looked ahead to find the the footprints already there – not very human prints…


Prompt:

Three Line Tales, Week 181

Microfiction: Hole

It was a quiet night.

I was returning from the market when it happened. The town went completely dark. The sky began glowing an ethereal blue. It took me a few minutes to notice the moon. It was gone. And in its place, was a hole that had opened up in the sky. It took me a few more moments to realize that there was no one around me anymore. Everyone had vanished. Try as much, I could not move a muscle.
A shadowy figure began materializing in front of me. A boy. He had no features on him. However, I could hear him speak to me, greeting me. I realized I could not reply. The hole began vanishing as suddenly as it had appeared. As the shadow boy began disappearing and the other townsfolk began reappearing I could hear his final words.

Remember, we are always around you…Always…


Word Count: 150

Prompt:

March Speculative Fiction Prompt

Flash Fiction: Moon

The moon is the only thing that has remained the same. Everything else has changed.

Looking at the moon through my room’s window always makes me reminisce about the days that were. The days when I used to look at the moon from my own bedroom. When not every face I met was either an alien or merely a mask. I remember when I felt safe and comfortable in my own city, among my own people. Now, everything is duff, dull, and dim. I hate it.

Nowadays, I question myself about the moon as well.

Was it always this dark?


Word Count: 100

Prompts:

Friday Fictioneers 7th September 2018

FOWC with Fandango “Question”

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Sept. 1/18

Flash Fiction: Treatment

“So, what can you see in this ink blot, Dennis?”

Dr. Cutberth watched intently, as Dennis stared at the Rorschach Test. Dennis stuttered.

“M..m..moons. I can see different moons.”

Dr. Cutberth scribbled on his notepad. He noticed Dennis’ piloerection. That was never a good sign.

“Okay, Dennis. Now, I want you to come up to the window and look at the sky. Tell me what you see.”

Dennis did as he was told.

“Doctor, I can see the clouds and the stars. And..and the moon.”

Dr. Cutberth found that quite curious. It was a no-moon night. There was no moon out there. He seated the shuddering Dennis down and offered him a cup of hot chocolate. Dennis clutched it in his hands and sipped on it.

“One last question, Dennis. These blackouts you mentioned. When did they start?”

“Around two months ago. I think I had around four of these blackouts. I just can’t recall anything about them.”

The doctor scribbled some more on his notepad. Dennis looked at the doctor with scared eyes.

“Am I going mad, doctor? Am I sick? Can you treat me?”

The doctor placed a comforting hand on Dennis’ shoulder and handed him a prescription note.

“Don’t worry Dennis. It will be taken care of. I have prescribed some Ag pellets for you. Just hand the slip to my assistant, Miss Blossom, outside. She will take care of it.”

Dennis shook the doctor’s hand.

“Thank You, doctor.”

The doctor smiled and shut the door of his room, as Dennis left. He quickly made a call on his phone.

 

“Another one. There is a sudden alarming rise in the population of werewolves. Let’s see what Helsing has to say about this…”


Word Count: 281

Prompts:

August 2018 Blog Battle

Sunday Writing Prompt “Rorschach Test 3”

Word of the Day Challenge “Blossom”

FOWC with Fandango “Treat”

SoCS August 11/18

 

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