Chapter 1 "The Gift" Mid August-The Perseids (meteor showers) were in full swing. Named Perseid as the shooting “stars” originate from the constellation Perseus (A Great Greek hero), slayer of monsters and most notably, the Gorgon Medusa. High winds made for a clear night. A gamma ray infused meteor ignited as it entered earth’s atmosphere. … Continue reading Bella’s Elixir by Raymond Roy #fiction #shortstory
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Straw-man by Raymond Roy #FFfaw #fiction
He is a Liar!! A liar, a fornicator and I can't stand it any longer! Mitzie had conviction in her voice as she addressed the Church board. Squeezing out a few tears completed the effect. The accused, Pastor Rigby, stunned, waiting for the church board to react. Rigby had perhaps squeezed a little out of … Continue reading Straw-man by Raymond Roy #FFfaw #fiction
Taking the “Senses” by Raymond Roy #fiction
Taking Census, approaching the building Glare of the sun reflecting off the abandoned hotel, pierced my eyes .. stench of a body filled my nostrils, sharp gravel on bare feet kept me shifting from one foot to the other. Looking through open window Blanket of blowflies over the corpse imprinted on my brain. A crack … Continue reading Taking the “Senses” by Raymond Roy #fiction
“Spam” by Raymond Roy
Scrolling through my email..click down button and then look away. Why is it so hard to concentrate. My boss's eyes burning on the back of my head. "Jacob". he sidled to my left. "Oh, hey Boss,"I blurted out. He had a warm smile, "Just saying good morning", "Ga-go-good morning Mr. Springer." What the hell is … Continue reading “Spam” by Raymond Roy
Blueberry Hill By Raymond Roy #FffAW #humor
Wild blueberry season was in full bloom. Samantha and Sarah sat with their bucket on the hillside as they weren't permitted to pass over the bridge to the fields. Frustrated, "What the Heck? Who ever heard of toll bridge that only takes credit cards. " Samantha grumbled. "Look at all the heavy bushes on the … Continue reading Blueberry Hill By Raymond Roy #FffAW #humor
20$ on pump two (the vengeful soul patch) by Raymond Roy #Fffaw Flash fiction
Hypnotic embers, a lavanous symphony culminating with a gaseous crackling POP! Tiny meteor, a glowing spark shoots toward my face, landing just under my lower lip. I snap out of my dream state. I think nothing of it. Back home, yawning, Monday morning mirror, Oddly, a soul patch had grown in overnight where the ember … Continue reading 20$ on pump two (the vengeful soul patch) by Raymond Roy #Fffaw Flash fiction
Friends With Benefits By Raymond Roy #FFfAW
Friends with Benefits by Raymond Roy Flutter flutter flutter, the golden finch landed on my open palm. CRRack! Splitting open one of the many jet black sunflower seeds I held. “Finch”, “You are a truly handsome creature”. “Thank you” Finch replied. And you are a gracious human being. I so enjoyed our mornings together. “Finch, … Continue reading Friends With Benefits By Raymond Roy #FFfAW
Raven, Brother Raven by Raymond Roy. #Poetry #FlashFiction
Raven, Brother Raven..... Raven, Brother Raven, Is there a message that you bring? Mysteriously different from other birds, who choose to chirp and sing. Raven, Brother Raven, Blue-steeled feathers, ebony-onyx colored eyes, Curiosity and character,I'm bewildered at your size Raven, Brother Raven, Poe did quoeth you "Nevermore", with his somewhat twisted mind, Natives legends infer, … Continue reading Raven, Brother Raven by Raymond Roy. #Poetry #FlashFiction
Residential Farm by Raymond Roy #sundayphotofiction
“Residential” Farm By Raymond Roy As the priest drove away, painted smiles on my new guardians, transformed into distorted scowls akin to grotesque masks in a Twilight zone episode. The Mister, seethed,“Well Mrs., looks like we have that summer labor we’ve been prayin fer.” Mister was a scrawny crotchety person. Shoulders bare, void faded blue … Continue reading Residential Farm by Raymond Roy #sundayphotofiction
“Harnessing the Sun” By Raymond Roy #FFfaw
Alexandre.. Alexandre! Are you still in bed?"Oui Maman! Yes, I am coming! Walking downstairs from his upstairs loft. "What is wrong with you? There are pigs to feed", take out the rubbish to the burn pile. You are nineteen years old Alex. King Louis Philipe himself could walk through that door and you would probably … Continue reading “Harnessing the Sun” By Raymond Roy #FFfaw