Flash Fiction, The adventures of Max

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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Flash Fiction, The adventures of Max

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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Flash Fiction, The adventures of Max

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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Flash Fiction

An Encounter.

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As Aillil turned page after page of the old fables his grandfather had left him, he found himself entranced by the tales of Branwen, Cuchulainn, Tuatha de Danann, Arthur and his knights. He found himself wishing for the magic of the past to return to the present. He wondered why no one truly believed in these tales anymore, he wondered where the bards whom would slip into the Otherworlds, had disappeared to. He wistfully looked to the sky, day dreaming about Finn and his Fianna.

He wanted to prove these legends true. Aillil was frustrated. To him it felt as if the magic of the world, it’s pure quintessence was at the very tip of his fingertips but it was so very out of reach. Why was this? Why was it all so frustrating?

One evening in irritation, when the night was old and souls at rest, Aillil took his bike and pedalled into the mountains near his home. He reached out to the moon. It was so big in the sky, the stars so bright it felt like with just a simple grasping motion he could capture the heavens and join the heroes, gods, and goddesses in their paradises. Yet no matter how much Aillil pedalled it was fruitless. He was soon worn out, staring at his hands, lying on the grass of the mountain fields looking at the night.

“Why! I know you are real! Show yourselves, Show yourselves to me!!!” He yelled to no one in particular, by this point he’d already given up. He expected no response to his cry and was preparing to get back on his bike to ride home into the comfort of his bed and family.

Yet then he heard, “We hear your call.” It was a childish and faint voice that was carried by the wind to his ear.

“Join us.”

Aillil looked up and he saw the most bewitching fairies, it was like in the tales, as if they had just rode out of their underground palaces, they glowed with a celestial glint. They harboured treasures from Avalon and wore garments embroidered with the ethereal designs and jewels.

The male fairy extended his hand to Ailill, “Won’t you join us on this eve of Beltane?”

Aillil was shocked, he couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Filled with intrigue and excitement he grasped his hand. “Yes. Yes please!”

They giggled at him, and then he was pulled onto the back of the male fairy’s white and proud steed.

Aillil left with them into the unknown, and he never came back.

After I read a novel, watch an anime or read some of my favourite fables I find myself wondering about the truths of this world. I want to reach out and grasp the mysteries this realm has to offer. I want them to reach out to me. At the same time, unlike Aillil, I don’t think I would have the courage to accept that invitation and go into the unknown so brazenly.

Would you go with the fairies?

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Flash Fiction

Winter Snow

Squeals came from the bedroom as Isabelle and Catherine wake up and see the first snow of the season waving by their window. The winter snow fell thick and heavy, a blanket, that hid the rough and ugly parts of the world.

Isabelle ran to her parents bedroom, her little feet moving faster then lightning. She banged on the door. “Mummy!!!! Daddy!!!!Mummy!!!! Daddy!!! Mummy!!!” The screaming continued until Isabelle’s tired Mother came out, her hair tousled, bags underneath her eyes.

“Didn’t I tell you that Mummy needed to sleep in today, I had such a late shift yesterday. And it’s only 6am Isabelle!!!” Groaned their Mother. She yawned.

A second later her Father popped out the bedroom door and scooped up Isabelle in his arms. “Good Morning Princess. What’s all the ruckus?”

Isabelle squealed in her Father’s arms and then shrieked “Mummy, Daddy, it’s snowing.”

“Snowing!” exclaimed the parents in unison.

The Mother felt a tug on her legs, it was little Catherine pulling her, “Everyone, Everyone!!! We must see the snow.”

Laughing the parents humoured Isabelle and Catherine, following Catherine who pulled them to her bedroom. As the parents gazed out the large double-glazed windows whilst hugging their children, the Father sighed, “It’s going to be hard driving to work in this.”

“It’s so pretty!!” chirped Isabelle and Catherine.

The Mother kissed both her girls on the forehead, “I love the winter snow too.”

I love heartwarming scenes, that are so simple, like a family being brought together by some winter snow. When I was younger similar occurrences happened, and as I grow older I appreciate the more innocent moments of the past. I hope in the future I can be happy and have cute moments like this with my own kids.

Comment and tell me sweet and simple childhood memories you have.

P.S sorry for posting this late, I’ve been doing lots of shifts at my part-time job lately

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Flash Fiction, The adventures of Max

Fated to be

Max reached his hand out to grab a Haribo packet from the top shelf, yet as his hand touched the sweet packet so did a hand belonging to someone else. Max pulled with all his might, ‘This is the last packet.” he thought, ‘There is no way I’m giving this up, I need to fuel my sweet addiction for today.’

Max turned to face the owner of the hand which was attempting to steal his sweets. Just as he was about to angrily yell ‘try another store’ he was stunned into silence.

“Max, is that you!?” exclaimed the owner of the hand, “Oh my God!! It’s me Tyler! Don’t you remember me!”

Max gasped, how could he forget. It was Tyler his best friend, or more like former best friend. They had gone to the same school since they were young, they had been neighbours, their parents had been friends, they even shared the same birthday. However, Tyler moved away with his family abroad, and Max had been left all alone.

They had exchanged letters but eventually they both got tired of sending them. Now Max was a University Student living in his student accommodation. He had long since believed that they would never meet again, in fact he assumed Tyler had forgotten about him entirely. Yet here they met in an old, run down corner store, like fate was pulling them together.

“Tyler I can’t believe this.”

“What are the chances that we would meet like this Max!”

“Well I always said we were fated to be—”

“Fated to be best friends!!”

 

This is a short 260 word flash-fiction piece I was going to enter into a competition but I ended up submitting a different one instead. This story is also my own secret aspiration, there are a few friends that I have completely lost touch with that I would love to meet again. So I really emphasise with Max. I hope you enjoyed reading this.

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Travel Writing

A Motionless In White Concert

My second ever concert experience was to see MIW. It was all due to the hard efforts and enthusiasm of my best friend who was, and I think still is, a complete fan-girl over the band. I remember how she was especially excited because their third full length album ‘Reincarnate’ had come out earlier that year in September, and she was dying to hear it live in their November concert.

It was at the Forum, a Concert hall in London. I remember getting many trains and walking down many roads to get there, my friend and their mother in tow. (We were too young to go on our own). I would like to go into the finite detail about how I felt travelling there on that day but sadly my memory is hazy and the journey itself wasn’t exactly the highlight of the event. All I remember was that my best friend was very excited. She was practically spewing to me everything she knew about the band, she needed to educate me because my 15 year old self was sadly ignorant about MIW.

I at the time only knew a few things about MIW. I liked their music but generally being a Visual Kei fan who listened to X- Japan, L’arc en Ciel, Acid black cherry, and the Gazette I generally didn’t pay too much attention to western bands when I was younger. I only went because my best friend was a huge fan of MIW, and who doesn’t love going to a concert. I loved the sensations that a concert gives, such as when you feel the heavy bass thrumming on the floor, the group excitement from all these fellow concert goers that was simply contagious, also seeing some kicking music live is also a brilliant feature of a concert. So I was anticipating the event, just not to the same degree as my friend. (Author’s note: I am not as ignorant as I was back then, just wanted to say I really love Motionless in White now.)

We came, I believe 5 hours early this was because my best friend, who was more experienced at going to concerts than myself, said it would be better to go early as we didn’t want to be in the back of the line. She was completely correct, as even when we got there ( and we got there early), there was quite the huge trail of people starting to grow at the entrance of the venue. I remember us getting relatively close to the entrance despite this and sitting down amongst other concert goers. My friend was dressed in her new-rocks and this lovely black dress with black leggings. I recall that myself, whose clothes were mostly bought by my own Mother were stripey and green. My best friend’s hair was bright red and black, I too had similarly coloured braids at the time, but I remember feeling under dressed and not as cool as her, my glasses made me look nerdy, and she really had that rock-star vibe going for her. I saw others in the line also wearing their fantastically designed ripped/slashed clothing, with their Demonia boots and amazing hairstyles. I kept thinking how amazing everyone looked, and how one day I would aspire to mimic their styles.

Then it happened, perhaps by stroke of luck because we came so early, but I heard people whisper. “Chris Motionless is coming out to greet fans.” My best friend squealed in anticipation. I was also shocked, although I wasn’t the greatest of fans at the time, I still knew who Chris Motionless was. In shock  I whispered, “Chris Motionless!?” however My friend took that the wrong way. “Alexia!” she hissed a me, “How could you not know who Chris Motionless is!?” I wanted to explain that I did but for some reason I just acted like I was ignorant and played it off like I didn’t.

Eventually Chris Motionless came up to us, he stood with my best friend . I took a picture of them both together. God, I remember saying to them ‘Say Cheese’ and ‘smile’ like a complete twat, yep if I could dig a hole straight to China I would of back then. I was too embarrassed to take a picture with him myself, which ended up being one of my biggest regrets later on in life. Although I know I shouldn’t still be caught up on it, it was three years ago, but it still kind of haunts me.

After that we stayed in the line for 5 hours, there was a cafe nearby that you could use to go to the toilet. My best friends Mother (Who is like the most awesome human ever by the way) bought us food and drinks as well. Although I wanted to talk to other people in the line, and I think we did slightly, I remember being too shy and not really knowing what to say. So instead, as I do when I’m nervous, I started babbling to my friend. Saying complete nonsense, probably even annoying the heck out of her. But, she’s lovely so she never told me if I annoyed her or not.

Then when the sky had began turning a bit dark the doors to the concert opened, and the crowd; and I say crowd because the line I believe at the point was gigantic, rushed in. The Concert hall was dark, I remember seeing a bar to the side where people were getting drinks. My best friends Mother had a seat on the balcony, and we were in Standing, so alone we descended toward the front of the stage.

After a while of chatter a band that I don’t really recall the name of came out, they were opening the stage and they welcomed us all with a roar. They were okay I guess. I liked the guitarist and found myself jumping up and down to the beat a bit. I remember this one guy in the audience went a bit wild, I guess he was a fan of them. I think he tried to start his own little mosh pit, but all that generated was a bout of swearing in his direction. Even now I find it hilarious. (Researched and the bands name was Devilment)

Soon they had finished and then Lacuna Coil came out, Andrea Ferro and Cristina Scabbia’s vocals took my soul on an adventure I tell you. To be honest I didn’t know much about the band when they came on the stage but after they were done I swear to you I became a near die hard fan. I just loved it. Sadly these were the only decent quality picture I got of them. I was too busy headbanging :). I haven’t seen them in concert since then but I hope to get the opportunity to in the future.

Then as usual the headliners are always the last to appear on the stage. Motionless in White came out with a bang. It was like the entire crowd had a spring in them, because suddenly everyone had sprang out of control. I can’t specifically remember what Chris Motionless said but I remember it driving everyone crazy and when the first chord of ‘Reincarnate’ came out my best friend was jumping up and I followed the hysteria. The excitement was just too contagious. It was such a freaking epic concert that I felt like kicking myself for my previous luke-warm excitement, and wishing I had taken a picture with him. Ahhh the stupidity of youth, alas I had lost my chance.

So when the concert was over although I was buzzing like I’d been struck by lightning I still felt a tinge of regret. Thus when I saw them selling shirts of the concert near the exit I spent £10 and bought it on the spot. I still have it, it’s a pretty epic memento. I found myself hugging it as we got on the underground, many other concert-goers went on the same train, so it was quite a lovely sight seeing a train packed with goths, punks, and metal heads alike.

And here it is. My experience at a Motionless in White Concert. Comment and tell me about your concert experiences.

 

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