Flash Fiction Friday 2022 – Week 16
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Excerpts
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Hello, Allynation, it’s your friend Ally here with another video about the game of the moment, Alien Ring. By now, you all know this is a major success that’s bound to win countless prizes before the year is done and with good reason. It’s a truly monumental achievement and one that I already beat four times since its release. Now, while everyone is busy making videos of crazy exploits and speculating about DLC plans, I decided to do something different which was to scour the game’s files looking for evidence of cut content and you won’t believe what I found. You’re hearing this first, folks. At one point, Alien Ring had another ending sequence that must have been scrapped late in development, and I have all the proof you need right here, so let’s not waste any more time and go straight to business. What is this alternate ending and how would you go about triggering it if the original plans had remained intact?
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Devouring Spirals
Aiden bit the fingernails on his left hand while the other one pulled a tuft of hair from his bleeding scalp. His half-open vitreous eyes were only half as terrifying as the demented smile twisting his down-turned lips. If anyone deserved a hazard sign around his neck, he was it, and all because of…
Spirals. Lots of spirals. Fucking spirals everywhere he looked.
There were blood-red swirls on his bedroom walls casting living shadows on the satin sheets. Black and blue whirlpools dominated every screen in the household, while the reflections on the mirrors were tainted by yellow and green monstrosities. If he looked at any part of his body, he could see iridescent ripples clawing out of his skin. Was he turning into a spiral, too?
(…)
Epilogue
(…)
“Okay. Do you mind reading the epilogue again?”
“What for if I just did that?”
“Indulge me, please.”
“Fine.”
Homer picked up the book again, read the two pages that signaled the end of over one thousand days of hard work and smiled sheepishly.
“Oh, wow!”
“Why are you smiling, dear?”
“I wasn’t sure you could wrap so many concurrent plots in a satisfactory way, but you actually pulled it off. Everything flows naturally and your writing has only become sharper over the years.”
“So, you like everything about it now?”
(…)
Not a Fake
The moment Tammy entered her best friend’s house and saw the papers scattered all over her desk she knew something was wrong. Harriet was the most organized person she knew to the point of being almost obsessive compulsive. There was no way that mess would fly on a normal day, so what was bothering her? A quick glance at the few closest to her revealed chapter numbers and discarded plotlines and the truth became clear: writer’s block… or worse.
“How’s the new novel coming along?” she asked, already anticipating an angry response or an extremely sad one. To her surprise, what she got was middling indifference.
“It’s not. I called you here today because I wanted you to be the first to hear this.”
“Hear what, dear?”
“My writing days are over.”
(…)
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