I’m offended, y’all. It appears to me that not one of you read part 5. And look at poor old me, trying to be on schedule (and failing sometimes, but that’s not the point) and posting part 6 like a good girl. But you know what, I’m gonna continue this series even if none of you reads it. Because I like it and I enjoy writing it. Screw all of you.
In case someone does come here, I’m gonna leave the link to all the parts and you can scroll down to find the one you want: Killing the Creator.
This flash fiction piece has been written in response to Carrot Ranch’s July 19 challenge.
Applaud for me, my friends. This time, I’m only three days late as opposed to a week like last time.
So if you read the title of this post and went ‘What? There’s a part 3? Wha- when did this happen?’ then here’s where you should head. If you didn’t react like that and merely missed the 2nd part for some reason, then this is for you. If you’ve been waiting for part 3 since the last week and want to gouge my eye out with a toothpick since I’m late every week, then keep that toothpick inside and obey the nice purple link. Read on…
Hey, everyone. *Nervous laugh* I’m really, sincerely, sorry for not posting last week. I know those of you who read the first part were really looking forward to the second one. And I have no reasonable excuse for this blunder except that I forgot.
But yeah, a humble apology is not all I have. Albeit a week late, strap yourselves in for the second part.
Tara had a psychic ability which was rare in Kliona. She was a dreambender. She could change people’s dreams for better or worse. But one day, a gentlemanly centaur came to her with an unusual request.
“I want you to merge my dream with reality, Miss Oneiro.”
This week, I’ve decided to do a flash fiction challenge. It’s created by the amazingly creative Chuck Wendig, who’s asked us to put a spin on titles of Stephen King’s books. Now, I absolutely adore Mr. King, so of course I jumped at this challenge. What we basically have to do is steal the title, but not the story. His title, my story. Without further ado, let’s grab a snack and get into it.
The new boy liked making little origami weapons- swords, spears, axes- and leaving them on his desk for the next class to find. Aaron Privet was the one who found them this time. Ignoring Mr Doyle’s droning voice going on in the background, he examined the tiny war-instruments with a childlike fascination. When the other kids found them, they usually crushed and threw them away or played with them for a few minutes before becoming bored and flinging them in the dustbin.
But not Aaron. The delicate intricacy with which they’d been fashioned surprised him. He wondered how anyone’s hands could be so deft and clever.
“Mr Privet!”
Aaron hurriedly stuffed them in his pocket as Mr Doyle’s voice, like an arrow, shot straight at him.
“Where’s your attention, Mr Privet?”
“On- on the lesson, Sir.”
“Then get up, Mr Privet, and tell me, what is tan-squared-theta plus one?”
Aaron took a blind shot. “Um… sin-squared-theta?” He hoped it would be correct. Turned out, it wasn’t.
“Everybody, clap for Mr Privet, please!” The class didn’t oblige. It knew what was coming.
“I want fifty problems of trigonometry solved in your notebook by the end of the day, Mr Privet.”
For the previous parts, click here.
The queen looked up at the newcomer like a wounded wolf. “You? What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same question,” the newcomer said, dismounting from a chocolate-brown stag.
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Ivaan lay curled up in the foetal position, sobbing. He felt horrible about everything. About being brought into this goddamn parallel universe with a weird name by a lion who was strangely named himself. About being lied to so elaborately by the queen. About killing the man. About screaming at Jo.
For those of you who’ve followed TTW for this long, I know this was something you’d be looking forward to and were probably disappointed when you checked my blog on Sunday. I am honestly, sincerely sorry for not posting that day. But well, finally I’m here, and you can stop bothering that pretty head of yours predicting what’ll happen next. As always, here’s a link for the previous parts if you haven’t caught up to them. Without further ado, let’s get right into it.
