This month’s competition is one close to my heart.
‘At the Mountains of Madness’, by H.P.Lovecraft (the same story that we based the logo on this month).
I read and re-read this book a number of times and it led to my own writing taking something of a dark and sinister, un-Godly slant. I even wrote and filmed a (bad) short story based on Lovecraft’s tale.
So this month, I’m asking for your darkest, other-worldly tales. Set them in the farthest and most remote of locales. Create full and thoughtful characters. Write dialogue that forces the reader to think and contemplate their existence.
…and do it all in 300 words!
Just the one submission each per person, please.
300 words, maximum.
Deadline is Midnight GMT on the final day of the month.
Please allow Zeroflash the first opportunity to publish your work. Once the competition is over…
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It was a proper summer day, sun laughing from the sky. In the afternoon, it turned sweltering.
The leather bag dug into my sore left shoulder. The chili dog from earlier rebelled, and pressure settled in my stomach. The weather made it hard to breathe. A sure sign, I was getting old, and tired after a late lunch break.
It never bothered me before, whether the heat nor the chili.
The Pied Piper ice truck lurched in the street. Its jingle drowned out the barking dogs. The ice cream was the second-best solution to this blistering heat. The best waited for me in my fridge, a chilled beer and five of its buddies. Continue reading “Postman”
The rock wall flew past. I clawed at it. The climbing harness dug into my thighs and waist, yanked me back. I felt Nick’s dead weight pulling under me. “Don’t let go!” I yelled, but a gust took my voice. I swung out of control.
I see my world in a different light
by the flash of a blade’s bright
new eyes to look at my old bruises’n scars
assembled in new constellations and stars Continue reading “in times like these”
My nastiest hangover is mainly the minister’s fault.
Unlike any usual stiff diplomatic, Minister Kagekamui is an outstanding man, with more secrets up his sleeve, than stars in the sky.
He catches me one winter night, at a poker table, with the foxes and the tanuki. It is the middle of my underground shift, and I’m supposed to be on the watch for rogue magical entities, not playing transformation poker with them. But it is such a beautiful night, and Consul Kitsune has his 31st birthday party. Continue reading “Magic Entities Liaison”
First time I met consul Niishima, I was preparing tea for the European diplomats. I had that part of the embassy, the guest wing, and the lower common kitchen to myself, so I din’t bother to close any of the doors. The meeting was scheduled that early afternoon.
A tall handsome man manifested in the doorway. I nearly dropped the tray with the cups and napkins. Back then, I didn’t know who he was. I threatened to call security on him. He smirked and said he was going to steal some cakes. Continue reading “Consul”