Flash Fiction Friday Supplemental

So the last two weeks I wasn't remiss, although I did miss. I felt mildly, very mildly guilty at first, but you know what, I don't now because shit happens and other things are more important. However, I love doing FFF so I wanted an excuse to do a few more, which is why I went back and did the challenges I missed. Huzzah. Hope you enjoy the extra Flash-Fiction-y goodness.

Performance Art

She sat still, the barest motion of her breasts as she breathed betraying that she wasn’t art, but life. Or was it both? I looked at her and found that I couldn’t see her from all angles; I had to see her through the frame or she looked out of place, indistinct.

“I love the purple,” I said to her. She smiled, just slightly, her head turning to me, and I knew she heard, even as she settled back into her meditation.

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Just a moment. Not really a story, but coming upon this picture in life and wondering.

Her Master's Voice

I can’t stand to hear him anymore. I’m sitting naked in the dark, and I pull off my headphones and cry because I know. He’s just a voice now.

Once upon a time I would have waited for him. I would have ignored my commitment in the next room and waited in pained delight. But now the voice is too much and I can’t help myself. So I crawl back to my husband and try to forget. He’s not coming. I can’t stand to hear him.

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Some of you may be familiar with the old RCA ad. If not, don't worry about it. This isn't really about domination. There's just something kind of sad about her, sitting in shadow, no longer listening to the headphones. Who is this voice she would once have waited for? I don't really know. But she can't wait for him now, for whatever reason. I wrote this one first-person and present-tense, which I don't ordinarily do but it seemed to fit.

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Not prolific, but there you go. If you haven't already, go to PB's site and see the wonders of the Flash Fiction world.

Flash Fiction Friday - The Call

Come to me. On wings of tenebrous gossamer, come to me. I hear your sweet music in the wind, in the gasp of rushes, in the sighs of trees. Come to me.

We will lay our heads on a pillow of shadow, pull cobweb blankets close, and fuck like wild things. Our blood will boil, our bones turn to dust, our flesh decay, in an endless embrace. Come to me.

And when morning pierces the veil, what will remain, the monster or the saint? I know what my money is on. Come to me, and you will be mine everlasting. You will be mine.

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I have plans. They'll have to wait until tomorrow when I've slept, but there are plans afoot. Anyway, I managed to sneak this one in under the wire, rather than late as I expected. Other than an injunction to get your ass over to Flash Fiction Friday headquarters, I have very little to say about this one. Oh, except that because Blogger's image uploader wasn't working, I'm leaching off of PB at the moment. I hope to correct that shortly [EDIT: I have corrected this problem, bu still go to visit PB and see the absolute scads of people who are playing this week]. If the image doesn't show up, all the more reason for you to get over to PB's blog to see it.

Gee Lexi, Where Have You Been

Short version: with Sveta.

Longer version: Sveta's parents found out that she was seeing me. Which was unpleasant and unexpected. They basically cut her off completely, then "relented" and cut her off mostly completely. She's been a bit of a wreck. I've been going to see her whenever possible.

It's also forced me to address some of my own issues, because I don't feel like she deserves a ruined life because of me. I'm really not worth it. Or something like that. So there's been some mild unpleasantness. Nothing bad, just not happy.

I love her. She loves me. I'm okay with that. She'll probably be spending her vacations with my family from here on out, at least until she graduates and I can get us a place of our own. Or she can. Or we both can. It's a bit terrifying, because I haven't had what you'd call the most stellar record in the living with people department. Or in the relationship which one could actually classify as a relationship department. We're both scared. But hopeful.

Addendum: Also, my sex drive has been incredibly, ridiculously, almost farcically low. I think I've cum perhaps 6 times in the past month. Seriously. What the hell? Things have been put on hold, things I really should have dealt with. But this month... bizarre.

Addendum to the addendum: I am going to try my damnedest to Flash Fiction, but I may not be able to do it until tomorrow, which would mean it would be late, but it would happen. I hope. I really miss doing it; things have just been so crazy recently.

Still TMI Tuesday, Damnit

For a few brief moments, it's still Tuesday, and I find myself actually able to write something, so here we go. I promise, something more substantive as soon as I'm able. Things... have been interesting. Also, a resounding continuation of the fuck-you-Blogger I gave last week. All must be new! All must be different! All must bow!

1. Name 5 things you did more of before social networking (facebook, myspace, twitter, etc.)?

1. Spent time not wondering what the hell the point of "social networking" really is.
2. Talked to friends who would actually communicate with me rather than assuming I'd just read their shit on Facebook.
3. Spent time not wondering what the fuck the point of Twitter is.
4. Spent time not reading invitations to see things I can't see because I'm not on Facebook.
5. Watched about the same number of movies about Mark Zuckerberg (0).

Yeah, I'm not on Twitter or Facebook or Google+ or any of it. Other than the above, which is kind of catty but actually quite true, I can't think of anything. Seriously, Twitter? What the fuck?

2. Your house is on fire, what do you grab as you run out?

I throw myself into the flames because I couldn't deal with my house burning down. It's not that my life is things, or that my life would necessarily be over, but it's a pain I don't think I'm prepared to contemplate right now. I guess I'd grab my computer so there'd be some hope I wouldn't lose all my writing.

3. Are you a morning person or a night owl?

I am on Tokyo time on Mars. I have no schedule. But I guess I'm more of a night owl than a morning person.

a. What time did you go to bed last night?

I didn't look at the clock. Late.

b. What time did you wake up today?

Early. Too early. Probably later than a lot of my readers who are all better people than I am, but it was way too shortly after I went to sleep. Dawn had yet to dawn.

4. A kid comes up to you and kicks you in the shin, what do you do?

There's been a lot of talk about punching this kid. Don't punch people. It's bad for your body to punch. If you're going to commit violence to this kid, you should probably kick back. Much healthier. Me, I'd probably curse and then grab said kid by the ear and drag him or her to see some authority figure. I don't hit children. Even if they start it. It's not a moral issue, it's an issue of having always been the big kid and hence always being in danger of being blamed for violence, even if not of my making.

5. What three things do you never leave the house without?

Keys, wallet, shoes. I guess. I don't know; I could probably come up with others. I have a purse but I don't use it much; it cramps my style. And I've left without my wallet before, or my keys. Not often. I can't even say, "Oh, I never leave my head behind, haha," because it's just not true most days.

Bonus: Name a place that you visited last week that you’ve never visited before. Briefly tell us about the visit.

I actually visited the theater at Sveta's college. She doesn't do theatre there, but she showed me around. It was nice, much nicer than it deserved to be. I had tech envy. Ah well. We can't all be winners.

TM Fuckin' I

Exhausted. Can't really talk or think about it right now, but I have to keep blogging because otherwise I'll get out of the habit and then goodbye to that form of expression. So instead, TMI, damn it. Oh, and fuck you Blogger: I don't like the new interface, I hate the new post editor and haven't used it since you brought it out because it produces non-standard code which doesn't allow paragraph tags (fucking paragraph tags, the basis of pretty much everything on the web, or at least they should be), and just basically go take a flying fuck at a rolling donut. Yeah Lexi, tell us how you really feel. That's probably more TMI than you expected from me, huh?

1. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours”…What is it that you will show me?

Scars. Physical if I like you. Mental if I love you. I don't have many of the former; I don't scar easily. The latter... that's a different story.

2. What was the last thing you regret buying?

I honestly can't remember buying anything I could regret right now. I haven't bought anything which wasn't totally mundane and everyday in a long time.

3. How happy are you? 1 = not happy at all to 5 = very happy

Right now? I'm half 2, half 5. 2 for others. 5 somewhat selfishly. I can't really explain my reasoning in this because it's too long and unpleasant, but I am both the happiest I've been in a long time and also pretty unhappy about a lot of things.

4. Last night, what did you go to bed thinking about?

Sveta. Aw, sweet, right? Yeah, more worry than love, I'm afraid, although the worry was inspired by the fact that I love her so I worry.

5. Tell us something that made you happy this past week or made you think, “that’s cool!”

I had falafel. Good falafel. It made me kind of happy.

Bonus: What is your favorite mark of punctuation? Why?

I love the tilde because I have no idea what it's used for and have never used it. I'm quite fond of the @ sign simply because it's a fun thing to write. But for pure and everyday love of usage, I'd have to go with the humble but underused semicolon; it's versatile and it makes it really easy to write run-on sentences that somehow still seem like they might be proper usage, at least in an overly-academic context. Like just then.

Not Really Here

Exhausted. Not necessarily in a bad way, but not in a good way either. Just beat. I'm back, though I didn't want to be, and now I'm pretty much unable to think about anything, so that's why you're not hearing from me. Everything went fine though, some parts better, some parts worse. Just in case you were curious.

Flash Fiction Friday - Shift Work

I punched my time card and found them still at it, so I sat beside them, drinking my coffee.

“Sorry Bess, I just need a little extra this week to cover my bills,” said Ginny breathlessly, as she enthusiastically slammed her perfect ass down on him. I was jealous of her ass, I’ll admit. I tried not to look at it too much.

“No, that’s okay,” I said. It wasn’t. She was always doing this, taking overtime and not telling me. It wasn’t like I couldn’t have come in later if I’d known.

I guess she heard something in my tone. Maybe she wasn’t so bad after all, just a little self-absorbed. “Sorry,” she said. “I’ll just...”

“No, really, let me finish my coffee,” I said, trying to smile. Coworkers, am I right?

I let her have the overtime, then once I was stripped, she hopped off and I hopped on. “See you tomorrow,” she said brightly as I felt him slide up into me and my hips began to shift up and down. I didn’t watch her leave; I was already enjoying myself.

I love my job.

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I have no time or energy to say much of anything other than that this was the first thing that came into my head and given the loose restrictions this week (thank God otherwise I'm not sure I could have managed it) I basically wrote it and posted it without much thinking about it. I like the idea of everything being sort of normal and casual. Don't know why; maybe it's my happy homemaker coming out to play.

I love this picture, I love PB, I love Flash Fiction Friday, why aren't you doing it? Cliff's Notes version. I may not be able to make any rounds this week, not until very late at any rate, but I still love you all.

Tonight

Tonight! Tonight!

I am really nervous right now for some reason.

Tonight! Oh my God it's tonight!

I'm On Vacation

No, I'm not. What I'm on is something bizarre. Sveta and I are booking a hotel room (cheap, cheap hotel room) about halfway between us (and about half the money from each, something which absolutely kills me because damn it, I want to be able to treat my girlfriend, but I'm fucking poor). She has class, I have work. But if we're halfway between, the commute is manageable.

So we're going to be domestic. In a cheap room with no ability to be terribly domestic. But we'll both go do our separate things, then come "home" and be homebodies.

I'm not totally sure why we both think this is a good idea. It's probably not. We'll probably be exhausted by it. But there are a number of days where neither of us have anything to do, and we'll be together on those days. We don't plan to spend every second we're together making love. It may happen, but we'd like to try a bit of romance. Watching movies, going out, holding hands because no one knows us, all that good shit.

So anyway, I'm happier than I have been in a while. I'm also probably going to be somewhat incommunicado for a few days. We'll have some internet, but I may not have the interest in doing anything online when I can be with her. You might understand why. Anyway, I may answer emails, I will try to write a Flash Fiction Friday, and beyond that, don't expect too much. It's not that I don't love you all, but sometimes you have to take a break. Or at least pretend to be taking a break. I'll be working just as hard.

I'm not sure what you call it. Just for the love of God don't use the word "staycation." I hate that word. We're taking a break from some of the crap of life to be together. We wanted to be on our own. It is what it is.

Dash of Happy - Hugs

France is awesome. And she speaks French. And sexy. So very sexy. Where was I? Oh, yeah, so she started doing Dashes of Happy, and while I haven't been all that happy of late, I thought I'd post on a Saturday because it's raining and I'm dead tired.

You want to be happy? Give someone a hug. I'm not demanding perversion or sexuality or even deep and abiding love. Nor am I demanding beaming happiness, chipper smiles, or much of anything else. But you want happy? Hug someone.

Do it properly. Don't just gingerly fold one arm around them, trying hard not to make too much contact. Both arms. Full contact. Again, this isn't about rubbing up against someone (although I'm not saying it can't be), it's about being present in someone else's space. It's about being there with them, for them. You don't have to say anything. Just give someone a hug today. They'll be happy, and you'll be happy.