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Random Rants, tutto e niente

Fibbing Friday

Tina Stewart Brakebill

This week’s Fibbing Friday was fun!

As Di noted: Something a little different this week courtesy of Jim Adams who has been inventive in making up words and asks us to describe what these, if they existed, are or could be used for.

  • Antiplixen: the right-wing movement against adopting a plixen (public library information xchange) approach to k-12 educational reform.
    • As part of their efforts to push for school privatization, the antiplixens launched a TikTok campaign demonstrating the dangers of arming public-school students with information.
  • Mortangru: an archaic word for over consumption of alcohol.
    • Look o’re yonder, Silas gone mortangru. He’ll be hurtin fer sure come morn.
  • Clydearum: when a person is obsessed with Clydesdale horses.
    • You’ll never get Tammy away from the TV now. That Budweiser commercial is on next and you know she’s never gotten over her clydearum.
  • Monogrifrt: A social media trend that claims that all mono audio sound recordings originate from one Deep State source.
    • Stupid Sheep. Still Listening to that “american” life Monogrifrt podcrap.
  • Ulangabop: TikTok dance craze, circa summer 2024
    • Kamala’s ulangabop was bussin’
  • Krixashobie: New Anti-Social Anxiety (or maybe eczema or diabetes-it’s hard to tell) Drug
    • Side effects of Krizashobie include shortness of breath, anxiety, swelling of the hands and feet, and death.
  • Xgreapey: Generation Z describing Generation X’s complaints about being ignored
    • Don’t get salty. Why ya have to be such a Xgreapey.
  • Knobweg: A popular insult among middle school boys in the 1970s.
    • That’s not what your mother said last night, ya knobweg.  
  • Betalafil: Dating App for Non-Alpha Males
    • Find your perfect equal non-domineering partner on Betalafil!
  • Dvpslyaran: The indigenous peoples at the center of the popular Fantasy series, “The Moons of Dvpslyaria.”
    • The Dvpslyaran had watched in horror as their largest moon splintered into pieces and the blue water covered their beloved land.
Fibbing Friday 26th July

 

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

Unforgettable

Tina Stewart Brakebill

She held out her arms to hug me, but I knew this wasn’t my house — and she definitely wasn’t my wife.

Or was she?

I searched my mind for a memory of her face, and I felt … something. Like a name on the tip of my tongue or a tune that I could hum but the words were not quite right. She smiled and, again, I felt … something. Like a dog’s cold nose on a sunny summer day or the smell of coffee in the morning. Familiar. Safe.

But no! The room was wrong. Where were my things? Why was everything so shiny and white? It was all wrong! She was all wrong!

I wasn’t married. I was only 20. But why did she keep saying she was my wife? Why was her face so familiar? Maybe she was my mom’s friend. Why was that song stuck in my head?

Panicked, I turned to run and stopped dead in my tracks. Stunned by my reflection. I touched my face and felt the deep scar across my forehead. Ran my fingers through my hair. Why was it so white? That’s not me. That’s definitely not me.

Or was it?

I searched my mind for a memory of that face and felt … something. I watched the tears run down that face as I softly hummed the song stuck in head.

Unforgettable, she said.    

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Fandango’s Story Starter #148

 

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

Empty Cages

Tina Stewart Brakebill

No one saw them come. They just appeared overnight. Cages. Thousands of them, millions probably. Everywhere. We stared. Pointed. Hypothesized. Made bets on what had been inside, where they had run off to. Nobody guessed the cages weren’t really empty. Until it was too late.  

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This 276 character Twittering Tale was written for Kat Myrman’s Challenge to tell a story in 280 characters or less based on the photo courtesy of  Tony Dinh at Unsplash.com

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

Destiny

Tina Stewart Brakebill

I’m not sure when I drifted off or what woke me. The birds? Or maybe the chill in the air? Whatever it was, it interrupted a great dream. We were dancing. Just like we did the night we met. I could still hear the fading beats of Crazy in Love in my mind and I fought to fall back into the music. But it was too late. Consciousness flooded in. Ruining my return to sleep. Spoiling my chance to revel in the hot stickiness of that dance floor.

But even awake, I manage to conjure up the thrill of that night. I remember the pounding music and the flashing lights. Seeing you. Surrounded by people. Laughing and twirling like you didn’t see me. But, I knew you could feel the tension running between us. Crackling like lightening in a storm. Pulling us together. Showing me that you were destined to be the one.

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I would have happily sat with that thought longer, but my waking reverie was broken by a shaft of light penetrating the trees. Its brilliance illuminating our special place, as if the gods themselves understood the holiness of that night. The light filled me with almost indescribable joy, but it also signaled that morning has come. Time to hit the road. But I knew I’d be back next year. I never visited the others. But even after fifteen years you’re still special. The first one. Our destiny fulfilled.

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This depressing bit of serial murder flash fiction (WC = 241) was inspired by Sue’s beautiful photo prompt (above) (Sorry Sue!! And if it’s too “rated R” for the prompt I understand) and by the challenge to spend a night in a cemetery courtesy of  #TellTaleThursday with Anshu & Priya. Click here for details and other story links.