Flash Fiction Friday! "Only Skin Deep" (06/07)
Hi guys! I haven't written flash fiction for the blog in a very long time... at least a couple of months! But today I've been feeling super inspired, and Ellora Bennett was the one who reminded me about Fridays and writing flash fiction... so I was letting it all get up in my business!
Below are the two pictures which I've been inspired by to write this flash fiction piece! If they inspire you as well, then why don't you write a flash fiction piece, it doesn't have to be anything spectacular, just 10 minutes of writing.
So, this actually took me 30 - 45 minutes on and off writing this... but I enjoyed doing it, and I like it!
SilverRosess - Discover (DeviantArt)
Provided by Ellora Bennett (unsure of origin)
Only Skin Deep
Rhea
sat on the icy ground, looking out onto the snowy plane. She had a thin chiffon
and silk white drape wrapped around her body. Her lips had turned blue, and if
she was cold, she didn’t show it.
“It’s my fault, all of it,” she
said, combing her fingers through the ends of her damp white hair. “And of
course you can’t reply; you’re only a wolf.”
The grey wolf finished lapping water
up by the stream and nuzzled his head under her arm. She smiled down at him,
and then glanced over to the stream where two small wolf cubs stared at their
reflections.
“It’s not mine,” she said, pushing a
hand up into the air and letting the flakes touch her palms and as they turned
to water they dribbled around her wrist and down her arm. “I can touch it. I
can’t feel it!” she slammed both of her hands down into the snow and tore it up
out of the earth.
The wolf shot up and started
growling. Rhea turned and the wolf was ready to pounce with its teeth bared and
its gaze fixed on something in the distance.
She turned and a faint pink glow fluttered
around in the distance, getting brighter by the moment. A butterfly with a huge
wingspan with what looked like a face painted on its back. Rhea’s mouth was
left agape as she stared in awe at how the butterfly made its way toward her.
Slowly she pushed her hand out and it just as slowly perched on her finger.
The wolf stayed in its pounced stance,
while its growl became deeper.
“Oh, shush. It’s only a butterfly.
Never touched one of these before,” she said, mesmerised by the pink phosphorescence.
“How beautiful.”
The wolf snapped its jaw and broke
out into a howl. Seconds later and a wild catcall broke, sending the butterfly
shooting out of Rhea’s hands. “Oscar,” she said, and smacked the wolf on its
nose.
The call came again, and this time
something came out from the dark and pounced on top of Rhea, knocking her back
into the snow. The next thing she saw was a snow leopard gazing into her eyes.
“Cas?” she said, “it’s you, isn’t
it?”
The snow leopard bowed its head and
jumped off Rhea. The wolf had calmed down and strolled over to the cubs, making
sure neither could see what was going on.
She sat up and looked into the deep
blue of the snow leopards eyes. “We have cubs, but only two have survived,” she
said, clenching her jaw as a set of tears found their way down her cheeks.
Cas walked closer and licked Rhea’s
cheek. His warm tongue prickled against her skin, but it made her giggle and
then cry harder.
“Cas,” she said, shaking her head. “They’re
going to die.”
He shook his head, glancing from the
two cubs biting at each other and rolling around in the snow, and then back to
Rhea as she wiped at her tears.
She slowly nodded. “Please, for
their sake,” she said, holding her wrists out. “Take me for them. If they have
me, I’ll always be a part of their life. And yours.”
He let out a huge ear-clamping
screech, and then turned quick and scratched the side of her face. She fell to
the ground, and guarded her face, sobbing. Cal took another swing, his claws at
the ready as he nicked at her jugular.
As
soon as all the life was drained from her body, and her blood had started to
turn the snow white, the snow leopard shed all of its fur as the wind picked up
and whipped out clumps, revealing a soft new coat of grey and black. He was a
wolf, just like Rhea had been.
What did you think?
I might start doing more Friday flash! It was really fun!
-Joseph
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Below are the two pictures which I've been inspired by to write this flash fiction piece! If they inspire you as well, then why don't you write a flash fiction piece, it doesn't have to be anything spectacular, just 10 minutes of writing.
So, this actually took me 30 - 45 minutes on and off writing this... but I enjoyed doing it, and I like it!
SilverRosess - Discover (DeviantArt)
Provided by Ellora Bennett (unsure of origin)
Only Skin Deep
Rhea
sat on the icy ground, looking out onto the snowy plane. She had a thin chiffon
and silk white drape wrapped around her body. Her lips had turned blue, and if
she was cold, she didn’t show it.
“It’s my fault, all of it,” she
said, combing her fingers through the ends of her damp white hair. “And of
course you can’t reply; you’re only a wolf.”
The grey wolf finished lapping water
up by the stream and nuzzled his head under her arm. She smiled down at him,
and then glanced over to the stream where two small wolf cubs stared at their
reflections.
“It’s not mine,” she said, pushing a
hand up into the air and letting the flakes touch her palms and as they turned
to water they dribbled around her wrist and down her arm. “I can touch it. I
can’t feel it!” she slammed both of her hands down into the snow and tore it up
out of the earth.
The wolf shot up and started
growling. Rhea turned and the wolf was ready to pounce with its teeth bared and
its gaze fixed on something in the distance.
She turned and a faint pink glow fluttered
around in the distance, getting brighter by the moment. A butterfly with a huge
wingspan with what looked like a face painted on its back. Rhea’s mouth was
left agape as she stared in awe at how the butterfly made its way toward her.
Slowly she pushed her hand out and it just as slowly perched on her finger.
The wolf stayed in its pounced stance,
while its growl became deeper.
“Oh, shush. It’s only a butterfly.
Never touched one of these before,” she said, mesmerised by the pink phosphorescence.
“How beautiful.”
The wolf snapped its jaw and broke
out into a howl. Seconds later and a wild catcall broke, sending the butterfly
shooting out of Rhea’s hands. “Oscar,” she said, and smacked the wolf on its
nose.
The call came again, and this time
something came out from the dark and pounced on top of Rhea, knocking her back
into the snow. The next thing she saw was a snow leopard gazing into her eyes.
“Cas?” she said, “it’s you, isn’t
it?”
The snow leopard bowed its head and
jumped off Rhea. The wolf had calmed down and strolled over to the cubs, making
sure neither could see what was going on.
She sat up and looked into the deep
blue of the snow leopards eyes. “We have cubs, but only two have survived,” she
said, clenching her jaw as a set of tears found their way down her cheeks.
Cas walked closer and licked Rhea’s
cheek. His warm tongue prickled against her skin, but it made her giggle and
then cry harder.
“Cas,” she said, shaking her head. “They’re
going to die.”
He shook his head, glancing from the
two cubs biting at each other and rolling around in the snow, and then back to
Rhea as she wiped at her tears.
She slowly nodded. “Please, for
their sake,” she said, holding her wrists out. “Take me for them. If they have
me, I’ll always be a part of their life. And yours.”
He let out a huge ear-clamping
screech, and then turned quick and scratched the side of her face. She fell to
the ground, and guarded her face, sobbing. Cal took another swing, his claws at
the ready as he nicked at her jugular.
As
soon as all the life was drained from her body, and her blood had started to
turn the snow white, the snow leopard shed all of its fur as the wind picked up
and whipped out clumps, revealing a soft new coat of grey and black. He was a
wolf, just like Rhea had been.
What did you think?
I might start doing more Friday flash! It was really fun!
-Joseph
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