Killing the Creator (part 12)

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Five hours and hot buttery parathas at a local eatery had calmed me down enough to know that I was essentially directionless at the time. I had no course of action at all before me, but I had plenty of time to chart one.

I was in no mood to try to kill the Creator without any of our poisonous arsenals. I’d even left the potassium chloride with Al, I recalled- when I’d thrown the container in his face. Good times.

Al had lectured me on not caring about Rennie’s sacrifice. About making her sacrifice meaningful. Well, I thought, why let her sacrifice herself anyway? She did it to right our messed-up world, but why her? Why should she have to do it? Wasn’t it the responsibility of those snobby ‘leaders’ of The Society which was created to fight the mutants and keep everyone safe?

So, I decided to bring her back from wherever she was. I contemplated my next move. There was only one person in the universe who could bring her back. The Creator.

Killing the Creator (part 11)

Hello, people. My exams are over and I’m back. Feel free to scream with joy and shed tears of happiness. *Senses you staring at the screen incredulously* I’ll come back when you’ve composed yourself.

Meanwhile, you can read the previous parts if you haven’t yet, or if you have, move on to this one.

Killing the Creator (part 10)

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I was stunned into immobility for a few moments, my sweaty hands clutching the papers, my eyes fixed on the shelf before me. My whole face pulsing with my racing heart, I turned around to find a balding man in a blue shirt and sepia pants frowning at me. Either the lab assistant or the peon.

I gulped. “Yes- yes sir?”

“I said what are you doing here so early in the morning without a teacher?”

Killing the Creator (part 9)

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Al and I were seated on either side of my bed in the cheap hotel room we’d rented about an hour or two ago, contemplating the murder of the Creator. Between us was a notebook with notes detailing a classic break-in murder, all crossed out.

Killing the creator (part 8)

Señors and señoritas, the long hiatus is finally over. I present to you *drum roll* part 8.

If you’re not enthralled, that means you’ve missed out on stuff. Catch up here on the previous parts.

Parade

Hundred-worders were never my thing until I joined WordPress. Then, I wrote a couple of them. Now, with two participations in Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge, (including this one), my formerly practically non-existent mini-fiction skills are getting some exercise. And the added benefit is that I’m blogging today although I have a Maths exam tomorrow. So, here we go:

Killing the creator (part 7)

Hola, amigos. Make merry, rejoice, and distribute pamphlets. Part 7 is finally here.

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Should I stay or should I go?

If you’ve watched Stranger Things, you’d have grinned at the title. And nodded at the last sentence. And smirked at the last. And- okay, I need to stop doing this, because the title’s not really the question I wanted to ask.

Killing the creator (part 6)

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.

Fanny who?

This flash fiction piece has been written in response to Carrot Ranch’s July 19 challenge.