Flash Fiction: Memento Mori

This is definitely a world I’m going to explore further in some longer fiction. “Memento Mori” was written for the 31 October Flash Friday competition and received third runner up. The prompt was the photo and you have to include a monk.

Memento Mori

The monk-like caretaker of the captured souls met Gerhardt at the door.

“The procedure worked. We got to her deathbed just in time,” he grinned.

Gerhardt didn’t dare look at the photos they passed in the corridors. Whispers cluttered the air.

“She’s not in pain?”

“Not at all. Souls are extremely resilient,” the monk said. The whispers became louder until individual voices could be heard. “They wake up when people walk past. It takes a while for the eyes to adjust, you might say. Your… doctor gave you only a few months?”

Gerhardt felt a ghost walk over his grave as dozens of eyes turned to watch him. “Indeed. And then I will no longer require your services.”

“Here we go.”

Gerhardt stared at the photo of his wife. Her face moved slightly. “Gerhardt?” she whispered.

“When you die, we destroy the photo and the soul is freed immediately.”

Gerhardt smiled. “And then we will go to heaven together.”

Caution: Radiation Controlled Area. Creative Commons 2.0 photo by Oleg.

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Nanowrimo and writing update

My Nanowrimo is going very well, with almost 11 000 words written in the first week - more than I had bargained on!

There's also some more flash fiction up over at A Slip of My Pen.

And, lastly, there's also some new article links up on my guest post page.

This weekend I'm planning to punch out about 4 000 words on nanowrimo and also get a post or two typed out. And I'll also be taking part in Flash Friday this week.

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Announcement – Nanowrimo

This year – after a few years of wanting to – I’m finally going to take part in Nanowrimo!

The novel I’m planning to write includes the Ruon, of which I have written before, but I’ve changed the world it’s set in quite a bit. I’ll give some updates during the month, as well as links to the worldbuilding elements I’ve either kept or changed.

In the meantime, an early synopsis of the book can be found here, and fiction about the Ruon here.

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Vonkfiksie: "Red Balloon"

Geo-Writing het hierdie jaar (2014) deel uitgemaak van die Brighton Digital Festival. Skrywers kry ’n tema volgens hulle GPS-koördinate en moet daarvolgens ’n verhaal van minder as 300 woorde ty skryf. My tema (vir Johannesburg) was “’n foto van ’n rooi ballon op Facebook”. Die ander verhale kan hier gelees word. Hier is die oorspronklike, Engelse verhaal.

Red Balloon

My parents told me that I was a soul they found floating above a stretch of grass next to the highway on their way to Johannesburg. My mom said I looked like a red balloon, and that she caught me before I could snag on a wiry tree or float down into the prickly winter-brown grass.

I never quite understood how I went from a balloon-shaped soul to human, but I knew I was different. In time the balloon became a silly bedtime story to grow out of. I acted like balloons didn't scare me. I carried balloons around because other children did. Balloons would slip from their fingers and disappear into the sky, but I could never let one go.

When I turned thirteen my parents told me that I was given up by my biological parents. Parents who, like so many others, had left the country. As if leaving me wasn't enough. As if I wasn't enough reason to stay.

It took a lot of time to find her name. On Facebook was a story of her new coffee table book set in Brighton - a far-away world of strangers. Snapshots of her, a red balloon and two toddlers. A photo of a lone red balloon above Brighton.

I choked as my soul spilled onto the floor with my tears. Mom caught me and snapped the laptop shut.

If only I were a balloon. Then I could float away. Then I could disappear. 

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