Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Alien Invasion

by M. J. Joachim
Just another day switching laundry and doing chores… everything except the garage, right? There was always an excuse not to clean the garage, especially with all the noises that seemed to come from in there recently.

Natalie tried to dismiss them as much as she could. When that didn’t work, she blamed it on the neighbor’s pregnant cat, convincing herself that Cali had her litter in there, far from any people and disturbances. Big trucks always had a way of setting off car alarms in driveways and rattling windows on her street; she attributed the noises to those, as well.

As she loaded the washer this particular day, the noises grew louder and louder. Natalie could hear them above the water filling the machine. She reached over and double bolted the garage door, making sure the newest chain was latched securely. “I wish these noises would just go away!” she shouted out loud. And that’s when she knew…

“I’ll check again to find out more,” it said. Natalie felt the blast of energy enter her body, as she watched the garage door disintegrate before her very eyes. “I need to inform my people about you,” the alien replied.


That’s all for now, good people! Thank you for visiting FlashTymeJ

M. J.

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Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Jacobs Haunted House

by M. J. Joachim
Walking through the cornfields was scary, but not as scary as running into mean old Mr. Jacobs. All the kids knew enough to avoid his house on Halloween, which is why everyone always dared the littlest kid to go knock on his door. Justin had been the littlest kid for years. He knew what was in store, and he didn’t want any part of it.

As they approached Mr. Jacobs’ house, Justin was sent on ahead, while the rest of the kids hid behind bushes and trees. Every year, they’d watch Justin go inside. He’d stay for about ten minutes, then reemerge with the biggest bag of candy in the neighborhood. The big boys would all divvy up the goods and race for home, while Justin slowly staggered behind.

This year, Justin made up his mind. He was going to hide, instead of entering Mr. Jacobs’ house. When he didn’t come out, his brother Seth went up to the house. Justin saw Jacobs grab him by the scruff of the neck and take him inside. He ran to get his other brothers. “Don’t let him hurt him, boys. Please don’t let Jacobs hurt Seth like he’s always hurt me!”


That’s all for now, good people! Thank you for visiting FlashTymeJ
M. J.

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Monday, September 24, 2012

Terror in the Streets

by M. J. Joachim

Exhaustion set in rapidly. Dick had no idea it would strike so fast. Hadn’t his rifle alerted his comrades of the terror? Where was everyone? Didn’t they know he needed to be rescued too? Why hadn’t they come back for him?
Gazing up at the…no, where was it? The moon and stars should be just overhead!

Too much smoke and ash clouded the view. Then flames, first only a few, until the fire grew, encompassing his entire surroundings. It was boiling hot, but the flames never touched him – only their smoke filtered through the air.

Dragged past blown up cars, Dick could see the American flag torn to shreds and on fire. He could hear the angry shrieks of all the people – people who threw rocks at him, kicked dust in his face, spat on him and reviled his very existence.

The crowd could not be contained. Orders in these situations were clear. Kill and be killed! He took a small grenade from inside his army vest, removed the pin and blew them all to smithereens. 


That’s all for now, good people! Thank you for visiting FlashTymeJ

M. J.

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Saturday, September 22, 2012

Essence of Jewels

by M. J. Joachim
Bright orange, then glistening rows of purple disappeared from the screen. Dena clicked on the special white block and knocked out all the blue shapes too. Her friends hurriedly tried to catch her, knowing what winning Bejeweled on Facebook meant tonight. The phrase “going viral” took on new meaning. The experience of a lifetime was waiting!

Before she could blink, Dena found herself mesmerized by the screen…

Drawn in, captivated and transported to another time, another place.

Transitioning was blinding!!!

“Oh, my head! My head!!! It hurts so bad,” she screamed!!!

No one responded to her cries.

Vibrant light, shattering voltages, Dena jerked, then exploded and suddenly disappeared.

Slowly, she felt herself reemerge; she squinted to see where she was.

“Glory, Robin, Judith, Olivia, Susan???”

If only they could understand what winning Bejeweled on Facebook really meant tonight!!!

“Ladies, what are you doing? Why are you trying to kill me,” she pleaded, hoping they could see and understand.

Without warning, Dena was zapped again into oblivion. 

Captured by the promise of jewels, caught by their very essence, she was to remain forever trapped!


That’s all for now, good people! Thank you for visiting FlashTymeJ

M. J.

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Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Dark Knight

by M. J. Joachim
 “It must be noon by now,” she sighed, while staring blankly out the window. Rain and hail exemplified her mood. All her life, she had waited for her knight in shining armor, dreamed of white picket fences, flowers in the yard and children – lots and lots of children.

She would have them all and then some. Dreams of innocence captured in a life of reality – a fantasy come true. Her knight was tall, dark and extremely intelligent, a man whose only desire was to please her, giving her everything her heart desired, without ever giving her a reason to doubt his faithfulness to her.

Slowly, the doorknob to her bedroom creaked, announcing her beloved’s return. Gently he placed their newest little one into her arms, as he wiped a tear off her cheek. “You don’t like him,” he asked. “You wanted a girl this time instead, or maybe twins?”

Holding back the fear, she clutched the new baby to her chest. “He’s perfect, Honey. I promise,” she replied aloud. Then, ever so softly, she whispered in her new baby’s ear, “I’ll bet your real mama feels exactly the same way.”

That’s all for now, good people! Thank you for visiting FlashTymeJ

M. J.

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Tuesday, September 18, 2012

America Under Attack

Captured by the innocence, he tried to get away. Returning home was one of the hardest things he ever did. Sharing with her would be impossible. Even if he could, no one ever needed to glimpse the face of evil.

That was his call to arms, his and all his comrades. Hell, he couldn’t wait to serve his country when he was just a kid. Now that he had, there was no turning back.

“People hate Americans!” That’s all that he could say. “They hate us and they want us dead!” Protecting them was non-negotiable – serving on their soil, living by their rules in the name of democracy. “Their leaders don’t want democracy,” he shouted in his sleep one night. “They only want Americans dead!”

When he turned on the news the next morning, he was horrified. America was under attack again. “We have no right to upset other nations by forcing them to be like us,” declared the President of the United States. “We must accept responsibility for our actions, and try to heal these wounds.”

At that moment, innocence was lost forever. She held her soldier tightly in her arms, and finally understood all there was to know.


That’s all for now, good people! May God bless America!

M. J.

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Monday, September 17, 2012

Guilty Pleasures

by M. J. Joachim

She was just another blogger, writing and posting, posting and writing, when suddenly, she was caught up in the midst of an exhilarating proposition – that of denying the emotion of the day. It was a call to engage in her innermost, secretive guilty pleasures and expose herself to all the world. Would she? Could she? Does anyone dare to pass up such an opportunity without regret?

Answering the questions – a tough proposition at best! The interrogation into her psyche would only leave her crumbling and ready to explode from all the anxiety! “Well, okay then,” she unabashedly declared! “If I must, I must!”

Movies – adventurous, but minimize the gory please!
Music – piano, hands down…any type (jazz, classical, rock etc.), anywhere
Books – seriously…you jest, I’m almost certain! Well, most recently, I find myself fascinated by author Edgar Allen Poe. Perhaps you’ve heard of him?

As for guilty pleasures…pass the chocolate, wine and grapes please, for this is how to have the ultimate experience when indulging in any of the above three categorical genres.

Until next time good people, I wish you well!

M. J.

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Friday, September 14, 2012

Internal Dialog

by M. J. Joachim

“Don’t even get me started about the day you sent him packing!”

“But he was cheating on me. What else was I supposed to do?”

“Yea, but you knew then that your world would be turned upside down. How could you possibly expect to be any better off, now that you have to sell yourself for money on the streets, just to survive?!”

“I didn’t want to…you know I didn’t want to!”

“It’s only a small needle. Just take it… to ease some of the pain…”

“I was a wealthy business woman, married to one of the richest men in town. How did it come to this? Shooting up? No, no…I can’t possibly do that…what would my kids think if they ever find me?!”

“Just a little…you don’t need much.”

“There’s a better path for me, one that will solve this mess and minimize my family’s pain.”

The noise was horrifyingly deafening as she fell to the floor, brains exploding and landing on the others, broken people who chose to be numb instead. Not one of them heard a thing.

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Thursday, September 13, 2012

Insatiable Food

by M. J. Joachim

As they looked up, all they could see was the bucket of slop being hurled at them again! Day after day, they struggled, digging through the dirt, crawling over each other, foraging for food. What purpose could they have, except to please their master? Most of them would be dead soon anyway. It was impossible to live for very long in these conditions.

Quite unexpectedly, several of them darted, startled by the light. Scrambling for cover, they tried to shield themselves. Forced to move, they found themselves literally thrown into a new arena. Only the strong survived. They others quickly withered and died. Only one was determined to conquer the conqueror.

Steadily, this one picked and chose only the best morsels to eat. Day in and day out, she worked diligently, carving her path in the filthy surroundings. Ever stronger, she acclimated herself to the light, slowly crawling toward it more each day, hiding in unsuspecting places as she moved.

The squeal of her master was one of pure delight, as she sacrificed herself once and for all. Her death leaving behind the bitterest of flavors, when her master bit into the first juicy, ripe tomato of the season.  

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Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Latchkey Kid

by M. J. Joachim

Growling, the dog reared back, raised the hair on its neck, showed his teeth with complete ferociousness and slowly prepared to lunge toward the front door.

Through the side glass window, Jeremy could see the shady figure, ominously reaching for the doorknob. Jeremy knew he should have remembered to lock the door when he got home from school, but he was hungry. Eating occupied his mind.

If only he had remembered before it had gotten so late. His parents trusted him. They told him how responsible he was, which is why they let him stay home alone after school, while they worked all those long hours.

Moments passed…

Loud screams were heard amidst the noise of the snarling dog, then sirens. Neighbors gathered in horror.

As Jeremy’s father approached the scene, his knees gave way beneath him. Blood soaked into his pants. The new television, a computer and some jewelry had been stolen; the life of his ten year old son was gone.

Jeremy’s mother was unable to be reached as yet. Her client required cell phones to be off whenever meetings took place. It took several hours for her to get the news.

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Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Remembering 9/11 – We Will Never Forget!

By M. J. Joachim

As the rain fell and his twins headed off to school, David melted into his favorite chair. The twins were ten years old now – no recollection of their mother whatsoever. Raising them had been one of the hardest things he ever had to do.

Overcoming the pain of that fateful day, when America was changed forever – by terrorists! The kids’ school was planning an extremely large event on this eleventh anniversary of September 11, 2001. David was supposed to give a speech as the surviving spouse of one of the casualties, a daunting task at best.

As the entire community filled the auditorium, strength permeated David’s heart. He knew his words could pierce souls and make a difference to honor his wife.

“America is ours,” he said, “Anyone who tells you we’re in too deep to be free is a liar! Anyone who takes your freedoms to give them to others is a crook! And anyone who steals your security to gain power as an American leader is a fraud!”

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Monday, September 10, 2012

Deadly Diagnosis

by M. J. Joachim

Butterflies, a myriad of fluttering, colorful butterflies swirled overhead. Genevieve could feel the gentle breeze from their wings as she reached out, lengthening her arms, struggling to feel them flutter at her fingertips.

The lights were so bright, blinding, though distant. She could hear the voices shouting at her, “No, stop fighting! This battle can’t be won by force!” She could hear the far off sighs and hushed whispers, “It’s wasn’t supposed to happen like this. It’s so awful – so damned ugly! Why?”

A sudden thrust overpowered her, as Genevieve was confronted with the horrible truth. The butterflies were gone now. Darkness filled the room; the odor of burning flesh invaded her senses.

Cancer! Everyone said she died of cancer! Genevieve knew she didn’t die from a disease of the body. Those last moments in the operating room were unmistakable. Hers was a death caused by cruelty to everyone she met, a death of a soul mastered by pride, arrogance and selfish misgivings – an eternal death, where sorrow was never expressed, and injury to others was readily expected.

Never-the-less, butterflies were released at her funeral. 

Friday, September 7, 2012

Silent – Not Dead

by M. J. Joachim

As she felt her relationships slipping away, Gina knew there was little she could do. Rumors and lies had taken their toll on the community. “They know me,” she thought. “How can they possibly believe I’d be so heartless and rude?”

Madeline was a force to be reckoned with even on a good day. No one dared disagree with her, let alone cross her. She had money, and though she didn’t have much power, she knew how to destroy people she didn’t like.

Confronted with the evils she was accused of, Gina fell silent. There was no point in defending herself. Even if she wanted to, how could she refute a bunch of lies that made no sense? The idea was beyond absurd.

Years passed. Gina kept to herself. The community left her alone. This was her punishment for crossing Madeline. 

Over time, Madeline’s reputation for being the meanest woman in town became a distant memory. In its place was the story of a woman who lost her husband and child to that crazy drunk driver, Madeline – a true story, one that Gina personally avoided so many years before.

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Thursday, September 6, 2012

Lured by Deceit

by M. J. Joachim

Beauty, intelligence and innocence were just what Randy was looking for. He was determined to find a bit of extra-curricular activity, having become bored with his wife. Neither one would be the wiser; Randy was on a mission to taste the temptations of forbidden fruit.

Betz – gullible to the core, desperately needing approval, and almost willing to do anything to prove her worth, was a perfect subject. Na├»ve, insecure girls are easy pickings for a man like Randy. They are just cocky enough to let everyone know they’re scared to death, and just determined enough to prove they can manage despite their fears.

As Betz stopped at the water fountain on the jogging trail, Randy frowned and gave a downward glance. It was so unlike the man she’d chatted with several times before. "What's wrong," Betz asked. Out came the sob story about his poor excuse of a wife; his body shook with grief, as fake tears filled his eyes. Betz reached over to give him a hug, telling him everything would be alright. Randy smiled, knowing he’d used that story many times, though he never received such a kind and warm response quite so quickly before. 

Betrayed by the Hero

by M. J. Joachim

The sea raged as Gerald crossed the bow to lower the sail and reel in the fishing line. Sudden storms like this were rare this time of year, but Gerald had been prepared. He always kept a close eye on the weather, knowing that a day like this was perfect for his plan.

Family and friends thought nothing of it when he told them he’d be setting sail that day. Morning fog had lifted, the sun was shining. Waves off Maine’s coast were calm, easily leading a smooth path out to sea.

Everyone knew Gerald needed his time alone on the sea. It was his solace, a place of comfort and reconciliation for him. As he leaned over the starboard side of the ship to catch the line, he peered deep into the depths, past the whitecaps that lay before him, mystified by the enigma of his fate.

All those predators lay hidden deep within the sea. Gerald was proclaimed a hero – not a murderer throughout the mainland. He was the man courageous enough to save the children, a Pied Piper of his times, as it were. It was only a matter of time before everyone realized the women who bore them were also disappearing. 

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Wednesday, September 5, 2012

The Hiking Test

by M. J. Joachim

John taught Tess everything she knew about hiking. Wandering through the cave, she recognized familiar signs of direction. Tess knew which path would lead to daylight, having learned well the lessons John taught her in previous months. This was her final test, the one that would license her to teach others the joys and thrills of hiking.

“We must follow the water,” Tess urged. “It will lead us to the river. By following the river, we’ll find our way out of here.”

John smiled reassuringly. He knew Tess was right. Still, he took her hand and headed toward the forest, without saying a word. Tess looked at him in disbelief, her head turning back toward the river, her eyes pleading with John to listen to her. She wondered how she could have failed the test already. John only smiled without looking back.

Upon arriving in the middle of the forest, John stopped at the biggest redwood he could find. He pulled some spikes and a harness from his backpack, helped Tess attach them to herself and said, “Climb, Tess! Climb! Reach the canopy before I assemble my rifle to pass the test. Or fail and never hike again.”

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Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Farm Life

by M. J. Joachim

Life as Louisa knew it was changing rapidly now. The long drawn out pregnancy was in its last days. Thoughts of motherhood joyously entered her mind and heart.

Louisa had long been preparing for the birth of her twins. Government funding made it possible for her to stay home during her pregnancy, and take special care of the expected new arrivals. All the extra required doctor appointments didn’t bother her at all.

The taxi arrived early to take her to the hospital. Louisa’s children were delivered by C-section. When she awoke, Louisa had no recollection of ever being pregnant. Her children were sent to farms, kept alive until they no longer showed any promise of being useful to their leaders.

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Preventative Maintenance

by M. J. Joachim

Janice’s frustration level had reached its peak when she heard the garbage disposal stop for the third time that month. Another popsicle stick, this time causing little doubt that the entire unit would need to be replaced.  Her husband was bound to carry on about how horribly she managed the kids again…only this time it might be a much more severe response. Each time he heard about anything going wrong on the home front, Janice was to blame. Each time he would remedy the situation with his own warped method of correction for her.

The thought of being reprimanded in front of her little ones yet again this week disturbed Janice to the core. Every time, they took their father’s side, knowing it was not an option to take responsibility or side with their mom. Janice’s mind began to race. She went into the garage and pulled out the sledge hammer. The loud banging woke her napping children. “Look kids. The pipes exploded,” she said. Calmly, she walked out the door and returned the sledge hammer to their neighbor. He’d been asking for it since the last time the garbage disposal broke, when her husband borrowed it to remind her of the consequences if it ever broke again.  

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Cold Realities

by M. J. Joachim

The old woman eagerly anticipated the arrival of her daughter. Years had passed since they’d last seen each other. Recent phone conversations gave new life to their estranged relationship.

Marietta picked up her bags and headed to meet her mother waiting at the curbside loading zone. A sense of peace filled her heart. Years of pain in this relationship had finally come to pass, and a new era was in its beginning stages.

As she hugged her mom, Marietta dismissed the familiar coldness in her mother’s eyes, before falling to the ground. The pool of blood lay hidden beneath her, as she watched her mother slowly drive away.

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