Flash Fiction Challenge: Mr. Werewolf’s Cubs

Here’s the challenge: basically, use one or more quotes, and write a story of about 1000 words around them.

For the fun of it, I’ve used almost all the quotes, and written it all in dialogue. The story turned out to be messy, but I still like it. Enjoy!

Mr. Werewolf’s Cubs

“Has anyone figured out where we are?”

“Tom, you asked that five seconds ago. And ten seconds before that.”

“Well, you’re the smart one, Emma. Maybe you’ve figured it out.”

“Children, children, stop fighting!”

“You’re not our Dad, Mr. Roberts, and I can fight with my sister whenever I like!”

“Now, Tom, be nice. Mr. Roberts is just trying to help us.”

“Or maybe he’ll eat us when he gets hungry. It’s the end of the world, after all, and we haven’t seen anyone for… Wait… That… It’s not exactly someone, but… There’s a three-headed flying werewolf in that tree.”

“That’s impossible!”

“Actually, Mr. Roberts, do you remember the two dying men we met five days ago? They mentioned a three-headed flying werewolf.”

“They did, Emma, and they were obviously insane.”

“They said it was a legend, but I know it’s real.”

“Of course you know it’s real, dummy, we’re all looking at it!”

“Don’t you dare call me ‘dummy’!”

“Children, children, please! Let’s just go in the other direction.”

“Why, Mr. Roberts? It’s not like we can outrun a flying werewolf.”

“That is correct, Tom, but we don’t have to approach it, either.”

“I know! I will defeat it with Kitten Magic!”

“Emma, now you’re making stuff up! And then you call me dummy!”

“That’s because you are! Watch and learn!”

“I’m watching… And watching… And nothing is happening… Whoa! Where did it go?”

“Right behind you, stupid little boy. I can cut down a thousand trees with my teeth, and your even stupider sister thought that she could defeat me?”

“Of course I can defeat you! I am queen of the goats, and I’m gonna ride you like a turkey!”

“That doesn’t even make sense!”

“Neither does a three-headed flying and talking werewolf.”

“Hey, I make perfect sense!”

“If you say so. Want to join us?”

“Nobody ever asked me that before.”

“Well, I’m asking you now. And I’m even being nice. Will you join us, please?”

“Well, all right. I’ve been alone since the end of the world started. Hey, what are you doing, stupid boy?”

“Hugging you because you said you were alone! And if you can’t figure that one out, you’re the one being stupid.”

“Children, I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“No offense, Mr. Roberts, but nobody asked you. Emma, can I put goggles on the dog?”

“I’m not a dog!”

“Never mind, I think I’ll just keep the goggles. Are we just going to stand here, or what?”

“Children, I really don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Why not, Mr. Roberts? He’s obviously a very nice three-headed flying werewolf.”

“You see, Emma, there’s something I didn’t want to tell you before, but we’re almost there now, and…”

“Almost where?”

“Please don’t interrupt me, Tom, that’s very rude. As I was saying, Emma, there’s a place nearby that I know, and there are some very nice people there. You will sleep in beds again, and they have probably found some really nice food by now, and everything is going to be…”

“Found some nice food? Where?”

“Stop interrupting me, boy! Emma, please tell your brother to try and pretend that he has some manners!”

“I don’t like how you talk about my brother, Mr. Roberts.”

“And I don’t like how you smell of lies.”

“Hey, are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure, you stupid boy! I’m a werewolf with three functional heads! He’s lying about beds and these people being nice!”

“And the nice food?”

“Now you’re the one being stupid, Emma. We’re the food!”

“Now listen to me, you rude boy, you will do as I say, or I will slice you into beef!”

“…”

“Whoa! Did you just bite his face off? Why spitting it out?”

“The taste is disgusting. I don’t recommend eating him.”

“I…”

“How come he can still talk? And how come he isn’t dead?”

“I can still see without a face.”

“Not for long.”

*

“That didn’t take long. You sure we shouldn’t eat him?”

“Dummy, if he could still see without his face, it means he was rotten already! Of course we shouldn’t eat him!”

“Stop calling me dummy, you…”

“Children, stop arguing, please. Or I’m going to eat you both.”

“All right.”

“Girl?”

“Yes, all right. Mr. Werewolf, do you think that his friends are edible?”

“Theres only one way to find out. Shall we?”

“Yeah!”

“Yes!”

“Now, that’s what I like to here. Come now, cubs, we’re going to hunt.”

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The Zen of Fencing

kittenswordIt can get exhausting, but you have to stay focused, otherwise you risk being hit with 3-4 pounds of steel, or poked with a dagger, or both.

You have to try to do it right, both for yourself, and so that your partner can do their part properly. It’s fine if you make a mistake, everybody does, and you’re learning. Just keep trying to do it right.

You have to listen to the teacher telling you what to do. If the teacher is telling your partner what to do, you have to be observant of your partner, and respond properly.

You and your partner are like dancing partners. You have to respond to each other’s moves, to adjust, to dance around each other, to create beauty together. Even if it’s often a clumsy kind of beauty.

During a fencing lesson, nothing else exists. There are no outside worries. There’s no room for them. There’s no breath to spare.

There’s only fencing.

Pure zen.

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Puzzled: Flash Fiction

dead-trees-947331_960_720“Bring out your dead! Bring out your dead!”

“Why would they carry us, when we can walk on our own?”

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