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Flash Fiction #474 -- The Book (Drabble)

 The book knew its worth, though it made sure no one else did.  The few who found it, hidden on a high shelf in a dusty old library, marveled at the ancient parchment pages and the words written in flowing gold letters. They could not read it, and the book made certain they lost interest.  It would work its way back to the high shelf and wait.The book knew what it held: memories, instructions,

Ummm....

 Those three pictures below were meant to go into the Picture of the Day Blog.  I'll just leave them here for now as well.

Coral Fossil (Devonian/ -350 Million Years)

A touch of Egypt

Reading glasses and notes

Flash Fiction #473 -- Monty

Mary cornered Sandy on the playground at recess.  It wasn't as though Sandy didn't like Mary, but her friend had a habit of saying all the wrong things. Today she looked frazzled, and Sandy dreaded to hear about magic and strange creatures.  She didn't need Mary's imagination to feed her problems sleeping."Do you still have nightmares?" Mary demanded."Of course not.  I'm ten now, not a baby."Mary

Flash Fiction # 472 -- Partners

 "Detective Fisher."Fisher knew several things before she ever looked up.  First, although she didn't recognize the voice, this person recognized her.  Second, the accent was not from Terra Nova.  Gender she couldn't guess and didn't care.She looked up.  What she hadn't expected was a Port Guard's tan uniform or the slight curiosity in the person's face."Yes?" she finally said.The guard handed

Flash Fiction # 471 -- Welcome to Smallville

 I found myself standing in front of the largest squirrel I had ever seen.   The monster towered over me and looked down with an obvious smirk.  "My, you really pissed off someone didn't you?" the creature asked."What the hell is going on!" I roared.Actually,  I squeaked.   A little tiny squeak.  The sound panicked me, and I began running in circles until the squirrel grabbed me up by the scruff

Flash Fiction # 470 -- Raiders/20

 "Damn!" I shouted and toggled us out of the way of incoming shots.  "What the hell do they think they're doing!""They think they're firing at a were craft that escaped the bay just before -- watch out!"We ducked a shot from one of our own, and then I took out a hunk of debris that sent pieces scratching over our shell.  More human fighters headed our way, as well as were ships who realized we

Flash Fiction # 469 -- Raiders/19

  The enemy didn't expect us to shoot at them.  They reacted slower than usual.  I listened to their communications, and though I couldn't tell one fighter from another, I did start picking out the Mother Ship's messages."They don't sound happy," Lisel said and shot down two more craft."I suspect they are going to start coming at us.  Krisin?""I think I can start the fighter.  Simple controls.