Storystarter

My muse has been somewhat unpredictable of late. She comes by with ideas and sparks and then as I progress, she seems to lose interest and wanders about. This has been the course of her inspiration for three started but yet completed tales of horror and mayhem.

Her latest jest, Mother of Gothic Angels, pits a nasty little angel against her well-to-do angel of a sister. Mind you they are both angels but even angels can be naughty from time to time. After all, it is angels that carry out the dark deeds of God, should there ever be a need for such activities. 

“Laments of the Wicked ascend as the silence remains tethered until the Rapture.”

So, with a tickle of my fancy and a road to travel, I ventured. I hit a few stop signs along the way of course. The first few were easily conquered. Nothing more than a simple refresh, drink of jaunt about the web tending to RTS duties. Then back to the keyboard, my muse and the story.

“Radiant leaned back against the marble pillar, she allowed her long and milky thigh to show as the slit in her gown fell over her. Desire smiled as she peered longingly at Radiant’s thigh. It wasn’t proper but at the moment in time, she really wasn’t concerned. After all, who was there to scold her, certainly not Mother.

The cries subsided if only for a moment. Radiant stood upright as if the silence surprised her. It shouldn’t, as it came every hour. That one moment in each hour, that someone wasn’t taking their own life. The sin of which is one that is not tolerable and bears an ugly fate but they lament for the Angels to soothe them. A soothing that would never come, this Radiant knew but she wondered if the damned were aware of this truth or not.

The cries, they returned and Radiant was no longer amused. The silence that brought a sparkle to her eye quickly went away as the moans flooded her ears once more. She leaned back against the marble pillar and allowed her thigh to partake in the warmth rising from a distant hell.”

Of course, I ventured deeper into the tale but not quite to the defining end of the short but hopefully (one-day) complete tale. I wonder often if others share similar moods from their muse and if there is any advice, please do share -

Writers and readers – your thoughts on flash fiction?

For me, honestly I am not much of a fan. I find flash fiction absent of those descriptors and back-stories that I love to write and read about. The little details and whatnot's that makes a story whole. Just my feeling and definitely not to say that flash section does not have its place or that it is not an art all unto itself.

In fact, recently I read a flash tale entitled The Professional Crier by author Paul D. Dial. The tale appears in his flash fiction compilation entitled Free Five – Flash Fiction Pieces. Now, this single piece hasn’t altered my feeling towards flash fiction but it has opened my eyes to how genuinely good it can be. When I completed the short tale, I was thirsty for more information on the primary character, Penny Circe, and I was equally enamored with her surroundings and wanted to sense more of what it was like to be in her world.

Alas, as it is with flash this was all something I would have to conjure myself. Was it what the author saw in her, I bet not and as such, it left me short with the tale? Entertained within the short thousand words but something less than satisfied.