Yearning for Wonderland Flash Fiction Contest: 3 A.M.
“Never again!”
I said it the night before as well and here I am. Awake at 3 a.m. reaching for the empty bottle, “Why is the Rum always gone?” I smile at my own terrible joke, even laugh out loud. I hate this feeling, this emptiness. I moved up here to the middle of nowhere to escape my life but she haunts my dreams. I feel my small dinner raging a war in my stomach with the alcohol forcing me to move from the uncomfortable couch. I creep to the porch with its rotted banister and steps; the swing isn’t safe to sit in, I may fix it next week.
I am studying the darkness when I hear it. A song on the wind, soft and delicate but I can’t make out the words. A mile from the nearest neighbor… “I have a gun.” I do but don’t remember where. I take a dozen steps from the porch and see her, moving toward me and the snow has started to circle us as she is close enough to touch. I know this has to be a dream.
I can’t stop my eyes from examining every inch of her naked body though she says nothing, only smiles. Her skin is soft and warm I don’t need to touch to know. Wondrous wild raven hair, perfect breasts, full lips, beautiful green eyes and wings…
Wings…she has WINGS.
Thin and transparent the shape of a butterfly’s, the snow bounces softly from them as they flutter in their purple brilliance. I bite my lower lip wanting to touch her more than ever. I can’t see them move but hear them, they distract me from her perfect body and everything I should be fearful of…
…her teeth…
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Good Luck To All!
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Good Luck To All!
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Steven Paul Watson, Author 
Nice job! You did first person very well 🙂 I like the imagery and the voice in this piece. And, the last few lines were full of promise for interesting things to come.
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Well done Steven! I really like the way you set the scene. :))
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Oh my. This was awesome.
My favorite line is actually:
“I have a gun.” I do but don’t remember where.
Great stuff.
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Exquisite and dark. Love! Thoroughly enjoy the rhythm of your writing. This line was delightful: “I creep to the porch with its rotted banister and steps; the swing isn’t safe to sit in, I may fix it next week.” Good stuff.
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Excellent – nice bite at the end 😉
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Off to start reading the other 30 entries!! Great fun…thanks!
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Thank you. 🙂
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Was my favorite part. Ty
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Funny enough I actually edited that part out once and then had to put it back in. 🙂 TY
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TY
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TY Jo-Anne.
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TY, TY. 🙂 You know how much of an issue I have writing in first person, so I'm glad it turned out the way it did.
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Ah! Startling ending. 🙂 What a contrast to the delicate beauty you portrayed. Nicely done.
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Thank you. 🙂
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Love it! Sensuous with a bit of a horror twist at the end. 🙂
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This is rockin' cool 😀
Thank you for entering.
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Love it, Love it, Love it!!! FanFav vote for sure.
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Wicked piece, excellent ending. Poor miserable sap won't know what bit him. 🙂
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I wasn't expecting the teeth!
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Something tells me her bite IS worse than her bark…wonderful piece!
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Good story and good advice: always watch the teeth. 🙂
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Great twist at the end there! I kind of love that she's naked in the snow, too. And the detail about the swing not being safe to sit in is perfect.
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