Friday, March 22, 2013

Feeding Frenzy!


by M. J. Joachim

Julia sat, continuously typing on her computer. She was used to the mild tingling in her fingertips, and the dry flakiness of her hands. The breezy sensation that fluttered through her hands seemed completely normal now, something she attributed it to so many electrical devices in the room.

Being blind, Julia memorized the keyboard long ago, had extra sound, voice and buzz systems installed and worked diligently each and every day, writing her novels, publishing blogs for clients and promoting her work through social media.

As the warmth of her hands flooded over the keys, Julia felt the sudden wetness, then the mild electrical shock. She paused, raised her index finger to her mouth and tasted blood on the tip of it.

Slowly she got up and walked out to the kitchen. “What’s happened to you, my love?” her husband exclaimed. “How did your hands get so torn up and bloody? Surely not from using your own computer after only a year!”

George walked back to Julia’s office and screamed. Her desk was covered in thousands of cockroaches. They were crawling out from between the keys on her computer, the hard drive and voice alert system – big, fat, juicy, well-fed cockroaches everywhere he looked!

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Thank you for visiting FlashTyme.

M. J.

Special thanks to Michael Offutt for inspiring this post.

Photo credit:  “I’m a bug!”- Laurence Simon, CCA 2.0 Generic
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Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Family Business


by M. J. Joachim

Wordless wonder…

Pie in the sky…

Drake always managed to get the promotion and raise at the Newsreel.

Meanwhile, Debra sat at her desk day after day, wondering how someone like Drake could schmooze over so many executives, without ever typing a word on his computer.

He was tall, not dark and definitely not handsome. He talked big about everything, dressed like he owned the media, and drank, smoked and cussed like a renegade sailor. Debra was completely disgusted with what had become of him.

Seemed a shame she had to work so hard, just so he could act like he owned the joint, touting his power, snubbing all the other employees. But then, he was Drake after all and Debra was newly widowed now. What did she know about working in the corporate world? As familiar as she was with the Newsreel, she would never get used to this atmosphere.

“You can’t do this to me, Debra!” Drake screamed at his mother when she fired him. “It’s a mother’s duty to make you earn a living the real way, without so much favoritism in the family business,” she calmly replied. “I’m in charge now, and there’s not a thing you, your father or anyone else can do about it.”

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M. J.

Photo credit:  International newspaper, Rome, Stephano Corso, Pensiero, Creative Commons Attribution License
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Thursday, March 14, 2013

Luck O’ the Irish!


by M. J. Joachim


This post is part of the Got Green Blogfest 2.0, sponsored by our delightful Irish host, Mark Koopmans
                  
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Corned beef, cabbage and potatoes boiled on the stove. Colleen and Paddy set down at the wooden table, drinkin’ their pint of ale. Twas getting dark on the horizon, though it twasn’t near the time of sunset for the day.

“Aye, one more pint of this ‘ere ale, and we’ll be making merry in the haystack,” laughed Paddy in his hearty Irish way. 

Colleen flounced up her lacy frock to give a bird’s eye view of what was to come.

Paddy smiled and said, “Nah, not until Liam gets here, me lady. Not until Liam makes his rounds to be sure!”

“A four leaf clover wouldn’t get me more attention than a drunkin’ old Irishman,” Colleen stood tall, smacked old Paddy on the cheek with rosy red lips and made her way to check their supper. “A three leaf clover wouldn’t stand a chance,” she said gaily as she headed on her way.

“Ah, but a bucket of gold from the end of a rainbow, ladies and gents, that might make my wild Irish rose give me a smile, would it not?” asked Liam illuminating the room with his entrance.

At that, Colleen and Paddy broke into song and started dancing their annual Irish jig with Liam, the neighborhood leprechaun.


Luck O’ the Irish and Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

Thank you for visiting FlashTyme.

M. J.

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Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Cavalry Capture


by M. J. Joachim

Coals in the Weber glistened white as snow, the orange glow beneath proved they were primed and ready. Winter whipped through the air, damp, dark and gloomy. Not enough to prevent Marg and Jeremy from cooking up their annual steak dinner – not enough to hinder celebrating their safety one more time.

Bundled up in bear skins and huddled beneath the trees overshadowing their cave, they listened to the cavalry far beyond. Escaping was easy; staying alive would surely be much harder.

Branches in the forest crackled. Without warning, Jeremy’s face was pushed into the grill, his skin sizzling above the coals. Marg screamed, tried to get her footing to take off running, and fell beneath the weight of the intruder landing on top of her.

“Onabugawaduquipsiu! Onabugawaduquipsiu!” roared the Captain to his army. At that, Jeremy was splice from head to toe, and Marg was captured, forced to be his bride.

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Until next time, I wish you every good thing.

M. J.

Photo credit:  African mounted soldier (circa 1820), reproduction of Hutton/Clark, PD - US
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Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Battleground


by M. J. Joachim

Devastated by the blow, Orion slithered to the corner of the arena. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Zenebula rearing back and getting ready for the kill. Dust blurred his vision as he waited for the fateful blow.

As if by lightening, Rajeru jolted into the center of the ring. Fire encircled Zenebula, preventing her final move. Hearing the roar of the crowds, Orion crouched deeper into the corner, hoping to hide himself from view. Rajeru scanned the battleground, knowing what he’d come there to do.

Carefully, he pierced his victim with his deep orange eyes; his tall, pointed ears listened on high alert. In a flash it was over. The ground began to shake, columns fell and Orion sang louder and stronger than ever before, forcing Rajeru to fall to the ground in pain.

That’s all for now,
Thank you for visiting FlashTyme,

M. J.

Photo credit:  Arles Arena, J Malik, GFDL
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Monday, March 4, 2013

Becoming Human


by M. J. Joachim

“If I am not considered human, I have no value at all,” Damien spoke boldly when addressing the king.

“You are a servant!” yelled the king. “You must abide by the rule and obey the master plan!”

“Beg forgiveness, your Royal Highness, but I must count for something, even in the midst of serving. Please, I do not wish to anger you! I simply must plead on your mercy and beg of you to release me from my own nothingness, or surely I will die!”

Looking at her guards, the king motioned them to surround Damien.

“You are banished from the Kingdom of Pencealde Grammut forever! No longer will you serve in silence. Instead you will grovel like so many humans beneath us, out in the galaxy beyond. Your wish has been granted. You are a human now! Be gone, Damien! Be gone from my aura forever!”

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M. J.

Photo credit:  Aurora2, NASA, PD – USGovt
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Friday, March 1, 2013

Technical Difficulties


by M. J. Joachim

Reading the email, Marissa was horrified to discover her mother was being hunted by the intruder. As much as her own computer was acting up, she never expected the intruder to use her computer to track down her mother and hunt her like prey.

It was all there in black and white, however. The virus had been delivered. Marissa’s mom would have to pay for her neglect of being nice to the intruder.

Across town, Ellie got in her car and drove to the highway. She pulled off the road, flagged down a passing car and got into the vehicle. “Drive,” she said. “Drive north, then head east, then north again.”

The driver looked at her and smiled. “You didn’t think you could get away that easily, did you Ellie? I rigged the GPS on your car too. Won’t Marissa be surprised when she finds out I’ve captured my prey!”

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M. J.

Photo credit:  Stoned Virus in Hexacode, keiner, da kein werk, Public Domain
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