Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Flash Fiction - Part 2

THE CHOSEN ONE
People running while a person wearing a Voldmort mark shot everywhere. I could hear someone whispering “We are going to attack back in the first possibility”. Then I started to run to a safe place and heard another gunshot. I looked back and saw two men with their firearm pointed to me; suddenly I noticed I had a gun in my hand and discharged it against them, so they were gone. I was wearing the Voldmort mask. I started to walk but I fell down; there was a hole in my chest. Suddenly I woke up. I was safe in Hogwarts.

FIGHTING AGAINST THE FEAR
Sitting down firmly on the seat. I won´t fall this time... Dad is not here to help me, but it is ok. It is time to stop with all this silly fear. The guys had already mocked me enough. I am old enough to do this. I can do this, it is just a matter of balance. One foot on the pedal, the other still on the ground. Looking at the skyline. Holding the handlebars with ease. Feeling the emotion. Accelerating loud and, at age 30, taking the Harley Davidson out of the garage for the first time.

MERCY
She found him trying to hide himself in the living room. Although he begged for his life, claiming he was the wrong person, she shot him in the head. Agent Lewis had long forgotten the meaning of “mercy”. Tropa de Elite would be considered a fairy tale compared to the horror she faced as an FBI agent.  She headed back to the police station and, when her boss asked about the raid, she answered: “the bad guy was taken out”. “What bad guy? No! You shouldn't have done that! He was an undercover agent, not a mobster!” The boss looked flushed with anger, he was yelling at her, saying she should have reported the situation, the instructions were clear: “recognize the place”. It wasn’t supposed to be an extermination action!

THE SLEEPY PRINCESS
This dream was like reality and that princess was with the one she loved. She was sleeping alone and felt like her boyfriend was with her. He broke her heart and the dreadful sadness turned the shiny princess into a cold girl who walked around wondering when her life was going to end. Frederick Charles, one of her admirers, suggested a solution: a sleepy pendant - a magical artifact that would take the poor lonely princess into a deep sleep, always dreaming the most incredible plots, in which, for sure, her lover would be. Once she was asleep, she began to dream about a knight who was coming towards her, riding a sleek black horse. There wasn’t much she could do while she was drowning, forever.

DEAD OR ALIVE
He was running like crazy. His heart was beating fast. His blood was shedding on the floor from the wound in his chest. He was losing everything he worked hard to have. He could feel the murderer getting closer, but there was no way out. “I can’t die here!”, he thought to himself. Before he could react, a bullet pierced his leg, he fell on his knees and saw the gun pointed to his head. “Please, don’t kill me!” he shouted. “THIS CAN’T BE THE END!” Suddenly his screams were abruptly interrupted by a familiar voice. “Don’t make so much noise, Jim!” his mom said.  “Can’t you play video games like a normal person just for a change?”
 
AFTER 30 SECONDS OF SILENCE
It was one month together and they were discussing for almost 30 minutes. It started in the restaurant, all because of one stupid thing. Romeo was dizzy because he has drunk four glasses of wine and Juliet was bored with everything. Suddenly, in the corner of her eyes, she saw a bright light shining. Juliet tried to yell but there wasn’t time: a big truck crashed into their car, which flipped over several times. Romeo opened his eyes and just saw darkness around, searching for her with one hand only. “Juliet you’re still here?”. He found Juliet’s hand and hugged her body tightly like they ever did it. They were found in the morning when the ambulance came and found them dead among their blood and the remains of an old machine.

LETHAL LOVE
He looks at her body: it doesn’t move. She’s dead. “Juliet! What did you do?” He screams. Silence. He takes a bottle that he was carrying and drinks the poison. “I’m coming, my love! We’re going to a place where no one will separate us. We’ll, finally, live our love forever!” He lies besides her. The audience applauds strongly: “Bravo!” The curtain falls. Jane gets up saying “Good job, Frank! You were great!” Looking at the bottle on his hand, she whispers: “Frank! What did you do?” The curtain rises again. That was not the correct bottle…

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