Flash Fiction, The adventures of Max

Arguing with Ghost.

Staring blankly at his textbook, the clock ticked by, the sun going lower and lower. The moon rising higher and higher, the sky getting dark.

“So this is why your grades are so awful. You don’t study.”

“Shut up Ghost!” Max growled.

“Hey let’s go out, this is boring, and you’re not doing anything!”

“What part of, I’m grounded, do you not understand.”

“O come on, its not like you have to listen to her.”

“Yes I do. It may be a surprise to you but I actually respect my Mother and her decisions.”

“But I’m bored…”

“Well go away than and hang out somewhere else!!!!”

“But I wanna hang out with you.”

“Well too bad!”

“Max who are you talking too?!!!” Footsteps thundered up the stairs and his door was swung open with a loud clang. Dark beady black eyes swept over Max’s room.

“Who were you talking to Max?” asked his Mother.

“Myself” Max answered plainly. “Just bored is all.”

“Well you should be!” His Mother snarled. Slamming the door behind her, her footseps thundering back down the stairs.

“Holy shit.” said Ghost, “she scared the crap out of me.”

“mmm did she, you’re a ghost aren’t you. She shouldn’t scare you. I thought you’ve seen some pretty scary shit.”

“Max nothing is as terrifying as a Mother’s wrath…

she still looks pretty mad at you.”

“Oh well whose fault is that.”

“It’s technically your own fault right though. I mean I did tell you not to do it.”

“Oh shut up.”

“… You’re so mean Max”

“oh for gods sake lets go out then.”

“yayyy”

Max opened the window of his bedroom expertly and climbed onto the roof like a nimble fox. Ghost swiftly followed him.

“So now we are outside, are you happy?”

“We’re just sitting on the roof of your house.”

“Yep.”

“This isn’t what I meant.”

“Oh really, you should have been specific.”

“You are so mean Max.”

“hahaha”

Max and ghost watched the starlit sky from Max’s thatched roof in strange silence.

The night went on.

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Trouble and Ghost.

“Why were you out so late.” She demanded, her arms crossed in an obviously angry posture. There were dark circles under her obsidian-like eyes and tears had smudged her mascara into oblivion. Her lips trembled as she stared at her son.

“I was so worried when you didn’t come home last night. I went out looking for you but all I found was little Meme running around the park by herself, her leash on the floor. I started assuming the absolute worst. I even called up the police, but those useless fools said they couldn’t do anything unless you had been missing for more than ten hours. How dumb is that! If you’d been missing for that long you could have been killed by someone. I screamed the police station down until they restrained me and an officer had to bring me home. I stayed up the entire night waiting for you and then you come waltsing into the house at 8am like nothing happened. You better explain yourself young man!!”

Max was in a daze, he nervously glanced at her, he felt his heart ache. His Mother only had him and he only had his Mother. In the entire world they could only rely on each other. He could understand why his Mother was so worried, she’d lost his Dad in a similiar way. One day when Max was only three his Father went out to buy some milk, but he never came back. He didn’t take anything with him so the police decided that it might be a kidnapping rather than running away but there was no evidence and no leads. His Mother had felt so nervous that they constantly moved from town to town until they finally settled in this small village area that was 3 hours away from the biggest city.

Max wanted to tell his Mother everything but he found that his tongue was stuck in his throat, the words he wanted to tell her just couldn’t come out. It was for obvious reasons though. Firstly there was no way at all that his Mother world believe him. I mean if Max told his Mother that he met a ghost, named Ghost in the park and that Ghost took him to a party where he had a drinking competition with elves and fairies he was a hundred percent certain that she would scream at him for lying, or worse she might think there’s something wrong with his head. Max didn’t want to be seen as crazy and he knew no one would believe what he had to say.

So instead he hung his head low and said, “I’m sorry Mother. I met a friend in the Park and he said there was a cool party going on. He convinced me to take a look and I did, but I had too much to drink and then before I knew it it was morning.” At least this wasn’t a complete lie.

Mrs Malis’s face turned a slight purple with anger. “You mean to tell me you went to some random party and got drunk. You’re not even 18 Max!” She shrieked, “I made a fool of myslef, probably the entire village knows I was running around looking for you last night whilst you were at a damn party. And I sent you hundreds of texts and you couldn’t reply to even one of them, eh?!!”

Max shuffled his feet. “I left my phone on my bed last night.” he mumbled.

“I bloody know that because I found it on your bed last night!!!”

“…” Max could only silently stare at the floor.

“You are grounded. You will only leave the house for school. You will have no phone, no computer, no internet acess no anything for a month. Only study and reflect on your actions!”

Max couldn’t even protest as he watched his Mother go upstairs, take all his electrical appliances, from his phone, laptop, Xbox, TV and then put them all into the cellar, locking the door. She placed the key in her breast pocket.

“I’m going to the police station to tell them it was a false alarm.” She Announced as she slipped on her shoes and angrily slammed the door behind her. Leaving Max sighing. This was so unfair, he thought. Everything had spiralled so rapidly out of control, how was he supposed to know any of that was going to happen.

“Geez that sucks.”

Max jumped out of his skin and saw Ghost leaning against his corridor wall, wearing his trademark orange jumpsuit.

“How long have you been there?” Max snapped at him grumpily.

“Long enough.” said Ghost. “If its any consolation I’ll keep you company.”

“Oh joy.”

“Honestly, I mean it.” Ghost was suddenly right in front of Max. “Let’s be friends. Max I want to show you a whole new world. ”

Max frowned in response. “Oh Joy.”

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Drinking games with fairies and elves.

“Eight, nine, ten!!!” They all counted in unison, screaming together as a stocky troll with mottled grey skin downed a barrel of beer. A gorgeous elf with long straight red hair, pointed ears and green eyes more sparkling than emeralds hugged the trolls waist in excitement, her high pitched voice shrieking so loud that Max held his ears and gritted his teeth in discomfort.

Loud chatter, laughter, and the music of hundreds of fireflies buzzing together in song permeated the area. Small pixies were dancing around the firelight, the white glow emitting from their bodies were like disco lights that in combination with the red glow of the fire made the forest area appear like some underground rave.

There were elves, both male and female, with glowing white hair wearing barely anything other than ivy green leaves and the petals of roses, tulips and sunflowers. They danced in these revealing outfits moving to every change in the melody that the fireflies sung. They were mesmerising, so much so that Max couldn’t move his eyes away from the enticing sight. Not until Ghosts hands covered them and physically turned him around to face him.

“Don’t stare too long, you may never be able to look away again. Also they may be cheerful and festive now but if you’re not careful and they realise you’re a living human they’ll kill you in seconds.”

“What…why would they do that!?” Max was horrified.

“Why?” Ghost shrugged “Just because you are Human. In their eyes you are a member of a lower sub-species that like to flaunt their non-existent superiority. No matter how many Humans they have slayed in the past or how many wars Humans waged against each other they still continue to multiply and breed like crazy. Humans are pests in their eyes, that’s why they live in separate realms and pockets of space. You being here is like a fly coming into your home, they’d just love to swat you.”

“Then why did you bring me here if you knew it was going to be this dangerous?” Max hissed.

“Well you looked bored and cold and here it’s exciting and warm.” Ghost replied flippantly.

“That was your reason! Omg!! I’m gonna get killed. Why did I follow you? Damn it”

“Oi Oi calm down,”Ghost whispered into his ear, “If you keep shoutin’ you’ll draw unnecessary attention.” Hearing him say that Max immediately went quiet.

“Don’t worry you’ll be safe as long as you’re with me. It’s not just in my name, I’m a ghost as well, you know that. As long as you stay near me they’ll think the same. They don’t bother with the likes of me. So just sit back and relax. Here take some Valeer and calm down.” He offered Max a small glass bottle that contained a swirling green liquid. Max looked at the bottle dubiously, “Don’t worry it’s harmless tonic, actually it’s really good for living Humans. One bottle of this can increase your lifespan by five years and it removes all the filth from your body. Drink enough of this and you could live to 500 and still look like you’re in your 20’s.” Ghost goaded Max.

Was this really so magical? Max was surprised and filled with wonder, so he put the warm bottle to his lips, only sipping a small amount, however he soon found himself tipping the entire thing down his throat. It was delicious. He felt it melt into his mouth and flow down into his stomach where it evaporated. He then felt the steam it transformed into infiltrating his bones and muscles. He felt energised like he’d been shot by electricity.  It was such a glorious taste that he drank until there wasn’t a drop left.

“I want more.” He panted, grabbing on to the collar of Ghosts orange jumpsuit and eagerly begging him.

Ghost chuckled at his reaction. “Whoa you are really becoming an addict. If you drink too much you’ll feel so sick tomorrow because of all the filth in your body being forcibly ejected. And 17 years of filth isn’t small, you’ll be on the toilet for a month.”

“I don’t care I want more.”

“Okay then. Well there are more barrels over there, right next to the trolls, if you’re desperate enough have a drinking match with them. If you’re man enough to do it, but just so you know if they smell your breathe they’ll end you.”

“I don’t care.” Max didn’t know why he was saying such brazen things but he felt like he couldn’t live without it. He saw an amused smile curl up on Ghosts face, and as he turned and ran towards those large barrels he heard Ghost mutter, “I didn’t think he’d have such a reaction, this is way too fun.”

Max wasn’t in the right mentality to care about Ghost’s words, he had already jumped onto a barrel and was glugging down the green drink. He felt his mind go blank.

The trolls, fairies, and elves around him got more excited at his actions. They spoke in words that he couldn’t understand but if he could make an educated guess they were probably saying, “Look at that Ghost go. Whoa he’s really going for it. He’s drinking so fast. Awesome!!!”

Max didn’t have time to revel in their shock and excitement, he’d already fully immersed himself in the barrel of Valeer. He had literally jumped into it head first, his clothes getting soaked. He felt that he’d drank ten times his natural limit. He was drowning in this unnatural drink. Max wanted to drink this until he burst and after finishing his second barrel he was about to move onto a third one when he felt someone pick him up and hoist him over their shoulder. It was Ghost.

Max screamed and beat his fists against his back in protest but it was like he was hitting a steel wall. Unable to resist Max was carried away from the festivities. As he looked up he saw the fire and the white lights dwindle in the distance and when he next looked up they were out of the forest and in the Park.

The sun was shining high in the sky.

 

 

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Max goes to the Park. pt.3 A Party in the park.

Max found himself going back and forth on the swing next to Mr.Ghost. He couldn’t help but wonder how he’d gotten himself into such a peculiar situation. Sitting in the park in the middle of the night with some stranger. If it wasn’t for the fact that Meme was enjoying herself so much, barking like crazy whilst chasing after her little tail, Max would have long ago hurried home.

“How old are you Max?” asked Mr. Ghost.

“Huh..ummm…”

“It’s not like I’m asking you a hard question, am I?”

“No it’s just asking someones age is a bit rude, right?”

“What? How?!… You are some weird kid, it’s not like I asked you what size your d*** is. Are you a girl? You’re not old? How on earth is asking your age rude?!” Mr.Ghost had an exasperated expression on his face and stared at Max as if he were crazy.

“I’m not a girl! I just…my Mum told me that it’s rude to ask someones age on a first meeting.”

“You’re not that bright are you Max?”

“Hey-”

“I’m just saying,” interrupted Mr.Ghost, “your Mum probably meant that it’s rude on a first meeting with a woman, and most likely a woman you want to date. Woman are sensitive about their age, more so than men. So for a good first impression not asking their age is better.”

“…” Max didn’t know how to respond.

“Max are you a woman?” asked Mr. Ghost.

“Nooo.” Max slowly said.

“Max do I look like I want to date you?”

“…” Max just blinked, not knowing how to respond.

“Since the answer to both is no, I think you can tell me your goddamn age.”

“…”

“Max how old are you?”

“17.”

“Well done.” Mr.Ghost purred, he reached his hand out and slowly patted Max on the head, stroking his hair like Max was his pet. “Well since you’re 17 that means your old enough to come to a fun little gathering with me.”

“A gathering! A party?” Max was surprised but also disinterested, he’d been invited to some but never went since he was naturally an introvert. The idea of a party seemed pointless to him.

“Yes a party.” said Mr Ghost, he jumped off the swing, his purple dyed hair rippling in the wind, his piercings jingling. He grabbed Max’s hands into his, “We’re going to a party right now.”

“Right now!”

“Yep.” Mr Ghost grinned at him and then pulled Max towards the forest area of the park where there were a multitude of trees and the white light of the lamps couldn’t reach.

Max felt startled and terrified. “You know what, actually Ghost, I’d rather not y-y-you know, I gotta take care of Meme and stuff and I guess it’s getting late.”

“Meme will be fine, and the night is still young.” Mr.Ghost placidly replied.

Max didn’t have time to respond as by this point they had already entered the forest. To his surprise as they walked in rather than darkness greeting them there was actually a red light that shined bright, illuminating the forest.

With every step closer Max heard the thrumming of instruments. As they walked closer to the source of this red light, Max  realised it was a huge fire, he saw smaller white lights dancing around the fire, then around these white lights there were people-like figures all dancing and singing around the fire.

As Max got even closer he saw that these white lights were actually very small people with wings. Fairies!!! “No way” Max whispered out loud. His surprise caused Mr.Ghost to smile.

“There aren’t just fairies. If you look closely there are Trolls, Dwarves, and Elves.” Mr.Ghost muttered lightly into Max’s ears. “You are the only living human to ever witness such a grand party Max, you should be excited.”

“I am.” Max breathed, his eyes filled with wonder his heart beating like crazy. “Wait aren’t you human too Mr.Ghost!?”

“I am.”

“Then-”

“But I’m not a living human Max.”

 

 

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Max goes to the Park. pt 2. Meeting Mr. Ghost.

Max sat on a swing as he watched Meme run up and down the abandoned park. He swayed, slowly, back and forth. Each move he made created a loud creaking noise that would give the most brave warriors the shivers. Kree-eee-eeek.

If it wasn’t for the fact that Max could see Meme running up and down the park he would have ran all the way back home. There was something really creepy about being at a Park in the middle of the night. It was definitely not something Max did often.

He had taken Meme for a walk this late because he’d forgotten to that afternoon, additionally he just wanted to go out and have some space, it was just Max and his Mother at home and sometimes it felt so suffocating he just had to leave. It’s a teenage thing.

Max sighed whilst shivering, why did he walk out tonight with no jacket. It was then that he felt a tap on his shoulder. “You alright kid, you look cold?”

Max jumped and fell off the swing crashing back-first on the wet grass below.

“Whoa didn’t mean to scare you, you alright?” The man speaking was very tall, so tall in fact that as Max dusted himself off and stood up he still had to strain his neck to look him in the eye, and Max was 6ft.

He looked like he was in his early twenties, he had his hair died purple and was wearing one of those orange jumpsuits that you only ever see people in videos during the 90’s wearing or criminals. He had all kinds of piercings on his ears, from scaffolding to his helix and all of his lobe was pierced. It was an impressive amount of metal hanging off of his ears that was for sure.

Max gulped, he’d never met this man before. Although his town wasn’t small it couldn’t be considered big either. It was because of this that Max’s town had a very low crime rate, since nothing ever exciting happened here nobody batted an eye if Max went out late since it was safe, however now it didn’t seem so safe.

“Hey kid, I asked if you were alright?”

“Oh..” Max gulped. “Yes… yes yes I am.”

“Geez what are you stuttering for, I’m not scary, I’m not gonna bite your head off.” the man said with an exasperated expression on his face.

“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to. I’ve just never met you before.”

“Whoa kid, this may be news for you but there are plenty of people you’ve never met before out there in the big wide world. You need to go out more. You must be an introvert or something.”

Max didn’t know how to respond. He was a serious introvert but hearing this stranger tell him that made him feel a bit mad.

Max didn’t have time to compose himself before the young man’s big but slender hand was extended out to him. “The name is Ghost, Mr.Ghost. Pleasure to meet you.”

Max paused surprised… “umm I’m Max”

I’ve always thought it would be cool to meet a ghost in the park. I’ve always wondered what a ghost would be like and rather than something freaky and invisible I thought what if they’re pretty normal? They’re just living out their own lives and what not. Perhaps people have no idea they’re ghosts and it’s just a casual nice person you meet once or twice and have a pleasant conversation with. Maybe it’s that small kid you saw walking across the street one time or something. I don’t know but that’s the thought process that made me think of Mr Ghost.

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Max goes to the Park. pt.1

The night is black. The stars are hiding, perhaps the moon is also sleeping, as the only source of light is the artificial kind.

The streetlights illuminate the neighbourhood in white.

It is that unusual time when an unsettling silence exists, the kind of silence where even nature itself is still. It is as if a witch has cast a spell on this unassuming neighbourhood.

Nothing stirs, or so we thought, actually there is something moving, something stirring. Is it an animal? A ghost? A witch? No. It’s a Max.

Max is holding the leash of his Pitbull named ‘Meme’. He walks in this unsettling silence. Every step he takes makes a loud clattering sound on the uneven concrete. His subtle breathing and the ‘hum hum hum’ tune he whistles juxtapose against this quiet setting.

Max looks left then right. “Hey Meme wanna run around the park?”

Meme looks at Max and pants. “Geez why are you so desperate. Fine I’ll let your run around the park. But only a little, got it.”

Meme continues looking up at Max and panting. Max can’t help but smile at Meme and lead her into the park.

“Oh it’s pretty creepy here at night, ain’t it?”

Meme pants.

“We’ll only stay a little.”

Meme nods and pants.

Max un-clips Meme’s leash, takes a ball from his pocket and throws it. Meme barks excitedly and runs after the ball in a frenzy.

 

 

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Grey Sky, Grey Smoke

colourcigaretteI walk out the convenience store holding the carton of milk and pack of cigarettes my Mum had screamed at me to buy first thing this morning. It’s Sunday, the sky is a pleasant grey which makes the dull buildings look more dull. It creates this sinister and noir atmosphere that I love. This is my favourite weather. There’s quite an icy breeze which crawls up my sleeves flirtatiously. I feel its chill and pull my collar higher up and my gloves tighter.

Just as I turn in the direction of home I see a bunch of kids loitering outside the store, I know them, they’re locals and some of them go to my sixth-form. I wonder whether I should say hello but I’m too lazy to start a conversation so I’m about to walk past them when one grabs me.

They grab my shoulders and turn me around to face them, “If it ain’t Max.” she says.

“Oooh is that Max.” they all start coming closer to me and I know there’s no escape. I just sigh.

“I heard you ditched Mr. Richards class on Friday, you are so bad ass.” says a girl, her name is Shelly. She’s wearing a real short skirt and crop top and I can’t help but wonder if she’s cold.

“There is no reason staying in a class when I don’t want to learn.” I reply.

There are looks of praise from the others.

“You must think your pretty hot stuff, always ditching, being late and not hanging out with no one. Why don’t you join our group?” says one guy, his name is Aaron, he’s putting on a friendly smile.

Join his group, he must be ridiculous. They were just a bunch of kids loitering around, trying to act cool, and getting into trouble. Hanging out with them sounded stupid.

“I’ve got better things to do.”

“Well then go screw yourself, you ain’t wanted.” he yells at me, I’ve probably offended him, his friends back him up and start glaring at me. All I can do is sigh. It’s not like I wanted to talk.

I ignore them and turn around, take a cigarette from my pocket, light it and watch as the smoke rises. Every time I light a cig I feel the wind pick up around me, it’s as if my soul will be stolen away. It feels kind off thrilling, having one in my hand. I wonder why my Mother smokes tons of these everyday, I don’t get it. I walk and watch as it burns and then I throw it to the ground. I smash it under my foot.

 

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