Flash Fiction Day 2017

Title: Content  time

Six Word Stories

If he ever said he loved me: I'd tell him not to like.  9:47
Dogs: Did we even really deserve them? 9:48
Depression: The inhospitable grey cloud in life. 9:48
Worry: Her headache hasn't gone away yet. 9:49
Distraction: South Caroline Policeman becomes mother goose. 9:51
Humidity: Dehydration doesn't exist on rainy days. 9:51

Two Sentence Stories
Toys:  The teddy bear outside was still there singing it's high pitched tunes in the morning. Unfortunately, my husband was not. 9:55
Dolls: When gram told us about the voodoo dolls, we thought she was finally losing it. That is, however, until they started to move. 9:56
Gifts: Flowers for the wedding. A card for the funeral afterward. 9:58
Doodles: I used to doodle little flowers on his notes when he wasn't looking. Now, I draw him on his grave. 10:01
Questions: I used to ask her yes/no questions all day when we were kids and she always said no. Today, happily married, she still says no. 10:02


Other/longer works

Joy:
    I met Joy at a bar on fifth avenue. She hid in the corner of the bar in an empty, dark booth. She wasn't looking for trouble, but I sat there anyway. I offered a handshake. She refused.
    "People like me ruin people like you."
    She didn't want to be touched. I didn't listen. I snuck my hand on hers when she wasn't looking. She froze. I froze. She started moving again; dashed out the door. People circled around me. They tapped my face. I sounded like a marble statue. They tried to move me. My arm fell off. A woman screamed. I couldn’t feel anything.
    Eventually, EMS came, I could hear the sirens stop in front of the door. Paramedics leaned into my vision. One was a woman. She wiped something off of my face, probably tears, and frowned.
    They looked at my arm and muttered “Oh, God.”
    It took them three hours to remove me from the booth. Some of the age fake leather material stuck to my back when they did. It took three of them to carry me to the truck then another ten minutes for them to get me strapped down. I know because I saw their wrist watches every now and then. It had gotten late, the clocks said 2:17.
18:30


The traditional fanfiction. This year's theme is Mystic Messenger. I DO NOT own any of the characters. 

The Assistant:  
    What Jaehee hated more than the mountains of work piled on her desk by her boss, or her boss himself, Mr. Han, was the new member of their organization, Alexie. She, unlike the other six members, showed up out of the blue in their private chatrooms (something that Jaeehee couldn’t believe the others overlooked) under the assistance of a hacker and most importantly, wiggled her way into Zen’s heart. Zen--being an extremely famous actor--should’ve have let it happen, and this was something Jaehee reminded him incessantly.
“Zen can’t afford to be caught up in a scandal.” She told him and Alexie over chat, yet they laughed at her. It was extremely worrisome and disheartening to see someone whom she loved be so willing to throw away his hard earned fame for a stranger. It wasn’t right for him to do this, she told herself between tasks, and it wasn’t right for Alexie to not restrain herself like she had. Jaehee sighed, a part of her ached to be the object of Zen’s affection
   “Assistant Kang, please arrange for a driver to escort Alexie to Zen’s apartment.” Mr. Han’s voice startled her.
“W-what? She’s going to see him? Why does she get to see him” Jaehee asked, both irritation and fear bubbling up her chest. She had been asking to visit him because of his injury the day he got home from the hospital, yet Mr. Han had declined to give her the time off to do so.
    “Yes. I asked her to so that she may convince Zen to act in the cat food commercial. As well as console him.” He added the last part as an afterthought. “I would suggest to the driver that to pick her up in about two hours.”
    Jaehee felt numb but did what she was told. How could she deny another what she denied herself? She went through the actions of calling up the driver, telling him the instructions, and watching him leave to take a woman she barely knew to the man she loved.  17:15