The Singing Trees -Flash Fiction for 3/28/14

This week’s story was inspired by Donald Harington’s novel, The Choiring of the Trees. Harington, who died in 2009, is one of the foremost writers from my home state of Arkansas. Entertainment Weekly called him, “America’s greatest unknown writer.” Born and raised in Little Rock, Harington lost his hearing at the age of 12 from meningitis. Being deaf did not keep him from becoming a professor of art history and he taught at universities in New York, New England and South Dakota before returning to his alma mater, The University of Arkansas, and teaching for 22 years until his retirement. He is best known for his novels of Ozark life, set in the fictional town of Stay More. His most popular novel is The Architecture of the Arkansas Ozarks.

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Photo copyright John Nixon

Photo copyright John Nixon

 

The Singing Trees

 

Alone in the writhen forest on a wild windy day, the zephyr whistling through the twisted limbs sings a song that sounds hauntingly familiar. The rattling leaves reverberate like snare drums and the creaking branches sing backup. I lie down under the misshapen growth and listen to the choiring air, the tune on the tip of memory, and fall asleep to the arboreal lullaby. I awake at dusk, the wind has died, but the tree music magically plays on and I finally recognize the melody and sing along, “Alas my love, you do me wrong to cast me out discourteously.”

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Krazy for K.Z.

Krazy for K.Z.

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K.Z. Morano is an exquisite writer. She plays with words the way a solo pianist plays a grand piano. She’s one of those writers who’s worth reading just to see how she makes the language sing. But don’t think she’s all pretty words and purple prose. Oh, no, she has a dark side that is blacker than midnight. She has a penchant for gut wrenching horror, though she also pens romance, erotica and sci-fi.

K.Z. Morano

K.Z. Morano

A self-described writer, chocolate lover and beach bum, K.Z. is a spectacular emerging writer.  Her recent works include “The Other Child” in Ugly Babies: the Anthology by JWK Fiction in October 2013 (reprinted in Blood Reign Literary Magazine December 2013 and in Sirens Call #13 Women in Horror issue), “Wooden Lips” in Cellar Door: Words of Beauty Tales of Terror Volume II and “Diaries of Bones” in Bones II by JWK Fiction, “Deep” in Blood Reign Bloody Valentine Edition, “Fireworks” in Off the KUF, and “Kitsune” in Amok by Solarwyrm. Several of her stories will also be appearing in various forthcoming anthologies.

The latest opportunity to read this elegant wordsmith will come in April when 100 Nightmares will be debuted. These tiny tales of terror will grab you by the throat and make your heart pound, I guarantee. Read a description of her upcoming book below. Enjoy this trip to the dark side, times 100.

 

100 NIGHTMARES by K.Z. Morano is a collection of horror stories written in exactly 100 words and accompanied by a few illustrations.

 

It takes a brief encounter with death to cause enduring nightmares.

A single well-placed blow could maim you for life…

One well-placed word could haunt you forever.

 

Micro-fiction is a blade—sharp, swift…

Sometimes it goes for the jugular, killing you in seconds.

Its silver tongue touches your throat and warm blood hisses before you can scream.

 

Sometimes, the knife makes micro-cuts in the sensitive sheath of your sanity, creating wounds that will fester throughout eternity.

 

Take my 100 words daily like a slow-acting poison or read them all and die of overdose.

Your call.

It’s your suicide after all.

 

The Author

K.Z. Morano is an eclectic eccentric… a writer, a beach bum and a chocolate addict who writes anything from romance and erotica to horror, fantasy, sci-fi and bizarro fiction. Over the past few months, her stories have appeared in various anthologies, magazines and online venues. Visit her at http://theeclecticeccentricshopaholic.wordpress.com/ where she posts short fiction and photographs weekly.

For more updates on the story collection like K.Z.’s Facebook page www.facebook.com/100Nightmares

 

Burning Bridges – Flash Fiction for 3/14/14

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Word Count : 100

Genre: Parody

Burning Bridges

Photo copyright Adam Ickes

Photo copyright Adam Ickes

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Fire and Ice – Flash Fiction For 3/7/14

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Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.

Robert Frost
Photo copyright Danny Bowman

Photo copyright Danny Bowman

Fire and Ice

The man and woman on the survival reality show trekked across the immense Icelandic tundra, shivering and hungry.

“I’m sorry I let you talk me into this. I’ve never been so miserable,” said the woman.

The director smiled, pleased.

“Argue some more,” he said. “We need conflict.”

“You’ve always been weak,” said the man. “Stop whining.”

The camera crew needed to reset the shot, so they paused. Suddenly there was a rumble and the nearby mountain exploded and fire and flying rock filled the sky.

“Are you getting this?” the director shouted to his crew just before they all died.