Flash Fiction, The adventures of Max

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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Flash Fiction, The adventures of Max

Another day in Class.

Mr. Richards is grumbling about Politics. He’s talking about the judiciary and making the class take the same notes over and over again. It’s times like this that Max really wonders why he chose this subject. He thought it would be more exciting, like learning about Terrorism and Human rights or Regionalism, but apparently that is for the next year. This year they are learning about UK politics, which is enjoyable in its own way, but Max feels disengaged. It is so difficult, he just can’t wrap his mind around the subject whatsoever. It is nearly exam time and he still can’t remember how legislature went through parliament and still hasn’t done any of his notes or mind-maps.

‘Perhaps I should be listening in this lesson’, Max thought, but the moment he thought it the idea ran out his ear. There is no point, it is a lost cause, he’d just drop it or worse come to worse he’d drop school altogether and take an apprenticeship. Max is the type of person that doesn’t stress about education or the future. As far as he is concerned, grades, or the type of job he got didn’t dictate the quality of life he would have in the future.

Max looks out the window, watching the clouds pass, then Mr. Richards, noticing his lack of attention, says, “Mr. Malis can you tell me how a judge can retain their neutrality?”

Max can only stare at him blankly. “I don’t know sir, but I do know I need to go to the toilet, so I’ll be back in a bit.” Although Max says this he is really just planning on ditching the class. So he picks up his bag and stands up.

At his words other students begin laughing, chatting, saying “typical Max”, “always dozing off”, “lol”, “exams are soon he should get his act together” and “is he actually leaving?” At their words and Max’s actions Mr. Richards’ face goes redder and redder with anger, but before he can scream Max is already skipping out the classroom.

Max goes into the quiet corridors and begins walking down the stairs. He stretches, yawns, and starts his journey home.

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Flash Fiction, The adventures of Max

A small mistake.

imagesThe wind blows in my face. It’s quite strong. When I say strong I mean really, really strong. It pushes my eyes open and my mouth wide. I find myself unable to walk forward so I hold onto a large streetlight for dear life. Where did this wind come from, it’s abnormal? As I gaze around it looks like I am the only one affected. A cat leisurely walks past me down the small country road. I see small leaves from a willow-o-wisp tree flutter over my head. How is that even possible when there is such a heavy wind?

Suddenly the wind grabs my feet, picks me up,  and it feels as if I am being pulled by a herculean force. Before I know it my hands can’t bear the strain, and I let go. Now I am being flung into the air. I try to grab hold of something, anything, but the wind rips me away.  Soon the houses look like miniature figurines. The farms and lush hills look like specks of green on a canvas.

I go up an up, until the Earth itself is the size of a round ball that I could pick up and chew. I’m in space, yet unlike the stories I’ve heard my eyeballs aren’t bleeding out of their sockets, I’m not freezing to death, and it feels like I can still breathe.

I travel higher and higher, the higher I go the faster the wind pushes me. I can’t even enjoy the beautiful view of the stars and their solar systems flashing past. It isn’t until there is darkness all around, not a star in sight, does it finally stop. I drop, letting out a shriek more high pitched than a veteran soprano at the Royal opera house.

Just as I feel like I’ll be dropped endlessly a man catches me. Or rather I fall on him, landing into his outstretched arms. He’s holding me bridal style. By the way he’s also naked, which is obviously not the weirdest thing out of all of this, but still pretty weird.

“Who are you?” he asks.

“Who am I?”

“Don’t answer a question with a question!” He yells, “What is your name, your birthday and your favourite colour?”

“Huh!?”

“Hurry up, I’m busy.”

“My name is Max Malis, my birthday is October the 31st, my favourite colour is….ummm….grey, I guess.”

“Well isn’t that stupid.”

“Huh!”

“Grey isn’t a colour it’s a shade, dumbass.” His rude reply stuns me into silence.

“Oiii!” he screams into the darkness, “You idiot, you picked up the wrong soul. I’m waiting for a Ray. Take this one back.”

After he finishes yelling he winks at me. “Sorry for all the hassle, just a small mistake. We’ll see each other another time. Bye.”

He tosses me and then I am being blown away again, except this time the wind is taking me down, down and down. We’re going back so fast I black out.

I open my eyes, I find myself in my bedroom, tucked in bed. It’s as if I never put on my uniform and left the house.

“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” It’s my Mother. She’s standing over me with an annoyed look on her face.

“It’s 9’o’ clock Max, don’t you have school today.” She’s holding the clock to my face, and when I see it, I scream.

Shit.

 

 

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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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A Fairy Tale Prince

A Fairy Tale Prince- Chapter 13

“What’s your decision?” Aaron asked, the tip of his sword scraping against my neck. It was sharp. I felt a trickle of blood travel down onto my collarbone.

“If I say no what will you do to me?” I asked, perhaps I was feeling brave.

“Whoa, he has spirit.” praised Abimbola.

“Don’t praise him.” snapped Aaron, “Don’t encourage his stupidity! If you want to survive it is better to work together, if you are against us then you are already standing in your grave. In fact if you say no… I will kill you now.” There was a cold confidence in those blue eyes that made me know he wasn’t joking.

His threat was real, I could tell. It was better for my survival to agree. So I smiled and said, “Well then I guess you have yourselves a new ally.”

They all stared at me blankly. Riku’s eyes particularly wide as he exclaimed, “He’s weird, we’ve got a weird one!”

“You should at least resist more.” Said Enzo.

“He agreed too easily.” said Louis.

“Don’t be so impressed by him,” stated Aaron, “We gave him a choice and he picked the logical option.”

Even though he said that Aaron seemed flustered as well. He put his sword away expertly but he seemed puzzled. Perhaps he expected me to be more panicked, confused or resistant.  I was glad that I went against his expectations.

To be honest I surprised myself, I didn’t know why I was so calm in this situation. In an unknown place surrounded by hostile people. One of them even put a sword to my neck. Maybe I was calm because of the shock. Or perhaps because deep down inside of me I was excited. This was the first step in my own adventure, my first time out of the cage that I had lived in. Even if I was in some weird prison, forced into some weird death game it didn’t matter much to me at that moment. Now that I think back on it I guess I was, still am, a weird guy.

“You seem confident, do you already know the situation you’re in?” Aaron asked, his expression still puzzled.

“No. Of course not.” I answered “Why would I ask you to explain things if I knew already.”

“He’s weird, he’s definitely weird.” muttered Riku. Wang seemed to nod in agreement with him.

“Well then.” said Aaron. “We should explain things to you. First things first you should know that you have been bought, your life is no longer your own but belongs to your sponsor.—”

“Bought….but how can they buy people? That shouldn’t be allowed—”

“Don’t interrupt me!” Aaron spat, ” I was getting to that!” He composed himself. “Sometimes the sponsors go to your Parents or guardians, my father was the one that sold me and the same goes for Abimbola and the twins, people sold them for money. Other times if the sponsor can’t buy you through normal means they hire criminals from black market gangs or societies to kidnap the kids that have caught their eye. Either way as far as your Sponsor is concerned they own you.”

“So were you sold or kidnapped?” asked Riku.

“Kidnapped.” I say slowly, but I was confused, I wondered who my sponsor could be. I had never been allowed out of my house. The only people that knew about my existence were my Mother and the staff. Who could have wanted to buy me? Who was the sponsor? Maybe it was Lisa or Jamie, however if they had that much money there is no way they would have been mere servants and they had countless chances to kidnap me over the years. So who could it be?

“So your like myself and Wang—”

“Anyway!” interrupted Aaron, ” You’ll never get to meet your sponsor. But they will contact you using letters that will be shoved under your door or at other times,” he pointed at a telephone in the corner of the room. “They will personally call you. They’ll give you little tasks, or games to complete, sometimes they’ll make you compete against other Princes or Princesses’ in other sections. If you lose a match or do not complete a task you will get penalised. Your sponsor chooses your penalty. If you get penalised too much your sponsor will deem you useless and then…well I don’t know what happens to those that disappear, but it’s definitely nothing good.” Aaron said this all very flippantly like he wasn’t talking about something he was directly involved in. It was like he was numb to all of it.

“It’s better for the people in specific sections to get along.” Aaron continued, “Because it’s easier to complete certain tasks together and sometimes they put us against the other teams in different sections.” Aaron paused and glanced at me, “You’re taking this very well.”

“Should I be taking it badly?”

He just blinked at me and sighed. “You’re definitely weird.” Then he smiled “but the weirdo’s normally survive so I guess you won’t be a useless new edition. But you should understand that in this team I am the leader. I have been here the longest, so you need to follow me.”

“But what if you get an order from your sponsor to kill me. Then should I still look up to you and follow you?”

There was silence.

“You’re smart, I guess you’ll survive here for a long time.” I noted that he didn’t answer my question and instead he left the room.

After him they all left one by one, except for  Riku who leaned to my ear and whispered. “Don’t trust Aaron, the previous section 1 was all wiped out by him. His sponsor has a tendency to order him to kill.” He winked at me and then left as well.

With the room empty and silent all I could do was sigh and lie back on my pillow. This was going to be interesting, I thought.

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Beneath Black Blood

Beneath Black Blood- Chapter 11

What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.

—-Oscar Wilde—–

Chapter 11- Leadership

Mex Cillian

“A leader! Me!”

“Yes you!”

I couldn’t help but sigh “that’s way too much pressure. Being a leader sounds like so much effort.”

Cal burst out laughing, “You took that well. I thought you’d be panicked or something. Only you would react this way to being told you’re the leader of an entire species”

“Sorry for being weird.” I retorted, “but you only said I was one of your great leaders, right? That means there are others that share my responsibility right, so I shouldn’t be that worried. And I think I’m pretty awesome, memories or not I’m certain I would be an awesome leader.”

Cal who was still chuckling to himself commented, “That’s some strange confidence you have, but I guess you’ve always been like that. I don’t know why I thought you would change.” He grabbed my cheeks and ruffled my hair, “Same face, same hair, same strange personality. Yep you’re the same Mex I know.”

As he spoke his face was uncomfortably close to mine and I felt my cheeks go red and my hear race. I coughed, “What about you, aren’t you a leader too?”

“Me!” he exclaimed pointing at himself, “Man, no way. I’m not powerful enough or old enough for that.

“How old are you?”

“That’s a really rude question you know.”

“Was it—”

“It was.”

“Only old farts say that.”

“Well I guess i’m an old fart then, but you’re an even older old fart you know.”

“Damn, then I’m basically a shrivelled up old corpse.”

“What on earth are we even talking about?”

“Your age.”

“I know that but… we veered off course, we were supposed to be helping you understand our situation.”

“So help me understand then.”

“It’s impossible to talk to you seriously.”

“Well sorry!”

Our weird banter continued for a while until I heard the howl of something in the distance and I felt my skin crawl and I inched a bit closer to Cal.

“What was that?”

“A mutant.”

“What are those?”

“You could call them evolved humans. The products of human destruction.”

In the moonlight Cal’s illuminated face beheld a melancholic expression. “The war started the war because we couldn’t negotiate with humanity. We wanted to reclaim our lands and then turn Earth back into its former paradise and heal the human race. But they misunderstood and resisted. They saw us as monsters but we were nothing of the sort. Many of our species went insane with anger because of this, decided humanity was beyond redemption and went on witch hunt to wipe them all out.

Of course humans have always been quick to adapt, and before we knew it we were the ones being hunted. All the negotiations and peace you were trying to build before crumbled and we became the enemy.”

He held my hand and squeezed, “Mex as an immortal, one of the oldest beings living on this Earth, you have the power to destroy humanity entirely. When I was more foolish I begged you to do this, to use the power you were gifted with to kill them all. However you told me that ‘you can not stop destruction with destruction’ and as the war went on and our side suffered along with theirs, I realised more how right your word were–”

“But if I’m a Leader, and this power why can’t I stop the war?”

“Because you are very peace loving, Mex. The rest of our species decided that they would fight an all out war with humanity. You did not. So together with other allies we disappeared. We are neutral.”

“So I am no longer a leader—”

“You are! You’re my leader, and their leader as well, if they stopped being so foolish. If they only understood.” He began crying. “It’s so frustrating.” He wept, his warm tears falling on my fingers and disappearing with a spark. I pulled him closer to me and hugged him. Rubbing his back slowly.

“Are we trying to stop the war.”

“Yes… Peacefully…”

“What are our aims?”

“To convince our race to stop fighting…to negotiate with the humans.”

“Why did I lose my memory?”

Cal’s tears stopped and his back caught alight with blue flames, they didn’t burn me but they felt hot, and angry. “You confronted one of the leaders… One of your old friends. It allowed us to halt this war momentarily…but the cost.”

“Breathe…explain this slowly.”

Tia Kyoya

I walked back to the operations chamber only to see the technical crew and the builders at work, but no Timothy.

I walked up to Matt Spithy, one of the best techies around, and also Timothy’s best mate. “Hey” I greeted him “Have you seen that brat around.”

“You mean Tim?” said Matt who was feverishly writing something on a tablet. “I asked him to flick a switch for me five hours ago. He did it and he never came back.”

“Five hours ago. What’s the time?”

“It’s 22:41, that’s weird Major Kyoya you’re usually pretty organised.”

“Oh I just didn’t check is all.” I replied quickly but was quietly shocked. I hadn’t realised I had been gone for five hours whilst talking to Ashley. I felt disturbed.

“Well if you see him again tell him I’m looking for him.”

Matt yawned,”yeah I will.”

I walked off and towards the living quarters of the facility. Jogging soldiers went past and saluted. I nodded in return. As I turned towards a corridor to my own living area I saw a grim faced Timothy leaning against the door to my room.

His eyes shifted towards me.

“Tia, we need to talk.”

Chapter 11, yaay. Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I’ve been busy. Will post more frequently starting next week.

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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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