Flash Fiction Fun

Welcome to this week's #vss365 prompt fun! Enjoy!

1-19-2020

Prompt word: articulate

His words whispered power. His prose elegant, #articulate, and full of sorrow. He swept us up in his sirens call, and we fell as one to our knees before him. Ready to worship at his feet. Our tears making rivers down our faces. Making puddles in the sand beneath us. #vss365

1-18-2020

Prompt word: muddled

My eyes were heavy. My mind #muddled. There were voices in the darkness all around. A cacophony of chaos. Confused, I stumble through the dark on leaded feet. My head swims. The thumps of pain in tune with the beat of my heart. Where was I? What had happened? I was empty. #vss365

1-17-2020

Prompt word: riparian

The #riparian vegetation was gone. It was supposed to be protected, but that just made the company use shadier means to pursue their ends. They didn't care about environmental impacts. They sought their bottom line. To hell with the world that was consumed in the process. #vss365

1-16-2020

Prompt word: yearning

It was torture. The sweet smells wafting past the bars filled our prison with reminders of foods we would never be granted. Those delicacies were not for us. Not anymore. The #yearning for what was lost was part of their game. They were cruel. Every one of them... #vss365

1-15-2020

Prompt word: flourish

He waved his arms with a #flourish. A mad magician making mischief. His hair a chaotic halo about his head. His eyes rheumy. Fevered. If I believed him to be a madman, raving into the void, I would not be so worried. But there is power in him that could level world's... #vss365

1-14-2020

Prompt word: fibrous

I gnawed on the meager scraps and tried not to think about what I was eating. It's this, or starve repeated in my head. Again. They threw very little to those in the Pit. Even if the strange meat was #fibrous and smelled wrong. It was better than starving... Maybe... #vss365

1-13-2020

Prompt word: opaline

There were jewels in the sand. Their facets giving off tiny shimmers in the noonday sun. Some were still clutched tight in a fist held tight with rigor. The bounty had faired better than it's keeper. His #opaline eyes stuck open, a rictus smile frozen on his lips. #vss365