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I finished Flash Fiction Month.  I did a story every day even though I study, hold two jobs, my cat was killed by a coyote, my grandma was hospitalized, there were birthdays, a marathon D&D game, and training for a third job. And all this through getting 6 hours of sleep or less every night for two weeks due to the collective above.
I sat down and wrote a story with absolutely no advance ideas, every time, every day.
I can write through depressive fogs, lack of sleep, no time, work demands, and while assisting the elderly.
So, you know what?
I think I've got some pretty good writing discipline.

Next, NaNoWriMo.  I'll be disappearing into research, again.  I'm reasonably certain NASA still won't talk to me, but I've been stalking them for months now, so I know a lot more than I did last year.

Also, a 2-year-overdue oil painting is owed to a good man.  I will be needing to draw an awful lot of naked ladies.

Thank you for listening, my microcosmic but valued watchers.
It's an interesting contrast, the stories to reality.  
She is, now, an old woman.  She is shrunken and shriveled but still gets around on her own gumption.  However, these days, as her body runs down, her mind rewinds.

Back then, she ran off to go marry a young soldier that daddy had never met.  It was a shocking bus ride across the segregated South for a girl from an all-white Oklahoma mining town.  Back then, she was young and it was 1944.

She tells stories of her past.  They aren't exactly true, but stories never are.
The patriotic youth of World War II become the ancient in the Internet Age.  
Young blood to blood transfusions.
As she lays in her hospital bed, the past kindly plays again.
Being Kind, the Rewind
I was with my grandma at the hospital, all night until 10:45pm, when my aunt came in to replace me on grandma-watch.  Nothing too bad, a hip replacement.  But she really is 92 years old.
Consequently, I could not do the challenge today.
I wrote the stories she told me instead.  I really need to interview her properly.
Grandpa, also 92, could hardly get a word in edgewise.


Flash Fiction Month 2014, Day 31
END OF FLASH FICTION MONTH 2014
Oh dear God yes, I can sleep more than 6 hours a night now.
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"NO," the beast in the well said.

 "What do you mean, 'no'?  Don't you know what an ultimatum is?" I shouted down at it.    "I really will do it!"

 "NO," the beast said.  "IS TRICK."

 "I really don't have to cut you this slack," I yelled.  "I really loved that cat!  Not even the Prior would blame me for taking revenge!"

 "WAS GOOD," the beast said.

 "Was...? Wait - did you just tell me how delicious my pet was?  Did you really, in the name of cruel irony, tell me that my Mr. Snickers was delicious?"

 "WAS GOOD," the beast confirmed.

 "Alright, this is fucking happening," I said, getting up onto the lip of the well.  I unzipped my fly.

 "NO, IS TRICK," the beast said, a little uncertainly.

I whipped out my man-hose and started peeing down the well
.
 "NO NO NO NO NO," the beast said.  The walls of the well shook as the beast writhed around.

 "Nowhere to hide in a well, is there?" I called down.  "I've been drinking an awful lot of water!  Why, I daresay I could pee for hours!"

 "NOOOOOO," the beast howled.  The walls of the well began shaking with a rhythm that meant one thing.

 "Crap," I said.  It's kinda hard to stop peeing once you've got going.  But the beast was definitely climbing up the walls of the well.  I hopped off the lip of the well and managed to land without peeing on myself, because yes, I was still peeing and I really had drank a lot of water.

When the beast's head popped out of the well, I almost laughed and screamed simultaneously.
It had piss all over its face.
And its face was fucking scary.
It looked like the gnarly lovechild of a hairy sasquatch and a sabertoothed pug.
The head cleared the well and I saw the rest of the body was more like a wyrm.  A wyrm with spontaneous and unplanned hair growths.
Luckily, I had finished peeing and now was learning how uncomfortable it is to run while trying to put away your manhood.


Back at the Priory, things were going fine.  Or at least, they looked fine from a distance.  Everything's always fine there.
Except when an apprentice monk is booking it up the main road while being chased by the piss-covered Well Beast.

 "Hey, hey!  Help! Use the tasers on him!" I yelled.

I saw the gate guards, both brawny young guys, took one long look at my situation.  Then they abandoned the gate and fled towards the Priory.

 "Assholes!" I shouted at them breathlessly.

 "We - we can come to an agree - agreement!" I huffed as I ran under the gate.

The Well Beast slowed down.  Gratefully, I slowed down too.

 "I c-c-can promise you won't be peed on again," I said as I continued to jog.

The Well Beast strode after me, seeming to think about my proposal.

 "Th-there's a cave," I said, gasping.

Suddenly, my cape ties jerked hard against my neck.  My feet flew up and I landed on my back.

 "NO PEE?" the Well Beast said, it's face hovering a mere foot from mine.

 "No pee, no people, no pets," I wheezed, trying not to breathe.

 "SHOW," the Well Beast said.


It was nearly midnight by the time I got back to the Priory.  I was immediately frogmarched to the Prior's personal quarters.  

I knew I was too tired to lie to the Prior.  The man had the spiritual lasers beaming out of his eyes, 24/7.  It took serious piety and a lot of advance prayer to fool the Prior.
So I just told him everything.

And once I was done, the Prior was silent for a minute.
He then said, "You peed down the well and ruined the well water?"
 "I - but wait I - I got rid of the Well Beast!" I sputtered.

That's how I learned, the really hard and slow way, how to purify water using prayer.
The Well Beast and I
Dear God, I cannot fathom why I did this challenge.  The sleep deprivation I've accumulated over the last two weeks is affecting my ability to function.
Weird formatting must be fixed.

Flash Fiction Month 2014, Day 30
Today's Challenge:
1 - FLASH FRICTION: Your story should begin with an argument. Okay done.
2 - FLASH AFFLICTION: 
Your main character should be marginalised in some way. That whole hero thing didn't work out for him.
3 - FLASH DERELICTION:
 Your story must be a work of urban fantasy or slipstream. I'm going for slipstream here. Tasers + monks.
4 - FLASH MALEDICTION: 
Your story must be exactly 666 words long. Yeah okay.
5 - FLASH BENEDICTION:  Your story should feature a monk or holy person. They're all over the place.
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Blood was dripping from the green eyeballs.  Again.

 "Oh gross," Terrence said.

I quickly went into the kitchen and grabbed a roll of paper towels.  I tossed the roll at Terrence.

 "Can you please get the blood on the carpet?" I said as I leaned against the sink.

 "You're pretty nervous, aren't you?" Terrence said as he unwound the roll.  "They only start bleeding when you get nervous."

 "No. Yes," I said, watching blood pitter patter onto the kitchen linoleum.

I glanced up at the eyeballs floating around me. Sixteen eyeballs of various sizes, from soccer-ball sized Big Blue to the two Black Beady's.  They could rotate, focus, unfocus, and go up and down.  But unless I was backed up against a wall, they never changed their positioning.  I had never touched one of them - they were always positioned just out of arms reach.
Anyone else could touch them, though.

Right on cue, Mitten the Kitten rocketed into the kitchen and leapt onto the nearest green eyeball.

 "No, bad kitten!  Terrence, help, she's going to track blood everywhere," I said.  I swiveled around and got the kitten over the sink.

Mitten gnawed and kicked at the eyeball with her little kitten feet, flinging blood into the sink.  The eyeball, impervious to just about everything in existence, ignored her and kept looking at Terrence.

Terrence looked up - or, at least, his mask looked up - from the carpet and said, "LOL."

 "Jerk," I said.  I shook myself and the eyeballs shook with me.  The kitten lost her grip and plopped into the kitchen sink.  I quickly snatched her and started using a sponge on her.  God, she was a bloody mess.

By the time the kitten was clean, the kitchen looked like I'd axe-murdered a cow.  I really needed to calm down - if Big Blue started bleeding, it would be bleeding right on my head.

I tossed the kitten away from the slaughterhouse floor and picked my way around the blood puddles. Terrence had already gotten out the mop.

 "Outside," he ordered me.

 "Yes sir," I said.

With the eyeballs safely bleeding on the grass and nothing to do until they stopped bleeding, I lay on the grass and pulled the letter out of my back pocket.

Dear nameless human,

You are invited to the Magical Invention and Anomalies Panel at Magic Con.  Please confirm by 12pm, July 29th, that you will be in attendance.

Sincerely,

Magic Management


I looked at my watch.

11:49am, July 29th.

 "You should call them," Terrence said from the doorway.

I sighed.

 "I haven't been in public since I got lost my name and got cursed," I said.  "I don't even have any friends."

 "You have me," Terrence said.

 "I don't have any living friends," I corrected myself.  "I don't have any friends who aren't a ghost possessing a Halloween costume.  My last encounter with a regular person was ages ago."

 "And they tried to run you over with their SUV," Terrence said thoughtfully.

 "Not helping," I said, looking at my watch again.

11:51am.

The house phone hit me in the ankle.
Terrence hovered by the door, his silly Halloween mask staring at me.
I picked up the phone.
All My Eyes
My writing has been deteriorating over this last week.  It's a terrible thing, but at least I noticed.
I will celebrate the end of FFM by going to bed before midnight.
I used NamelessShe 's story FFM 27: She Probably Meant Well as inspiration for this piece.  Having an unwanted entourage of eyeballs interested me.

Flash Fiction Month 2014, Day 29

Today's Challenge:
(Today was a special Challenge featuring only suggestions from or about NamelessShe.)
1.Your story needs to be written in response to a piece of flash fiction that was written by a fellow FFMer this month.  You might do a literal response, a prequel, a sequel or maybe just take inspiration from that piece.
2.   One of your characters must be a ghost or already dead.
3. Your story needs to be epistolary or contain an excerpt from a text in another format, e.g. letter, diary, internet chatroom, SMS conversation.
4. One of your characters must have no name.  
5. Y
our story should feature at least one cat. 
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I finished Flash Fiction Month.  I did a story every day even though I study, hold two jobs, my cat was killed by a coyote, my grandma was hospitalized, there were birthdays, a marathon D&D game, and training for a third job. And all this through getting 6 hours of sleep or less every night for two weeks due to the collective above.
I sat down and wrote a story with absolutely no advance ideas, every time, every day.
I can write through depressive fogs, lack of sleep, no time, work demands, and while assisting the elderly.
So, you know what?
I think I've got some pretty good writing discipline.

Next, NaNoWriMo.  I'll be disappearing into research, again.  I'm reasonably certain NASA still won't talk to me, but I've been stalking them for months now, so I know a lot more than I did last year.

Also, a 2-year-overdue oil painting is owed to a good man.  I will be needing to draw an awful lot of naked ladies.

Thank you for listening, my microcosmic but valued watchers.

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I'm sorry to hear you lost all your files..that is sad. I myself learned along time ago the hard way. Lightening hit our house last summer and I lost all my some of back ups...luckily I still had them on another drive on another computer. Now I have back ups of back ups.
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