Flash Fiction: The First Cut

Flash Fiction: The First Cut

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Chuck Wendig’s flash fiction challenge this week is the follow-up to last week’s Opening Line Contest.

Take one of the (approximately 500) posted opening lines and use it as starting point for your own story.

I chose “The first cut is not always the deepest” by georgie538.

1000 Words.

Warning: I took it literally. Blood and gore. You have been warned.

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The…

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Eyes on the Enemy: 16. Daedra

Eyes on the Enemy: 16. Daedra

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eote_17_her-championIt wasn’t that bad. Of course it was uncomfortable, they put me in some shabby threadbare clothes, it was cold and damp and filthy, I was hungry and the company of the other prisoners wasn’t exactly delightful. But it could have been much worse, it was just for one night, and next morning a whole reception committee stood ready to celebrate my release from Windhelm’s jail.

Not only had Athis come…

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Eyes on the Enemy: 16. Daedra

Eyes on the Enemy: 16. Daedra

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“Qhouri, we gotta go. Bjorlam is waiting.” Athis shoved back his chair, still chewing on a piece of bread, and fetched his pack from the corner where we had deposited our gear.

I grumbled under a yawn. “Can’t even finish my breakfast? Gimme a moment.” I wasn’t even entirely awake yet after a night with far too little sleep. A wandering bard, an apprentice from the Bards college had played in the…

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RSS: Please Provide your Feed!

RSS: Please Provide your Feed!

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RSS-IconDear fellow bloggers,

I have a request: please provide a link to your RSS-feed.

We all want to connect. We all want to get as many readers as possible. And believe it or not, but there are those of us who are oldschooled. It’s awesome that I can add you on facebook, twitter, google+, bloglovin’, gravatar, via e-mail, on youtube or wherever. The thing is: I won’t. All these services are awesome,…

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In the Flesh - Chapter 2

In the Flesh – Chapter 2

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Galmar clenches his teeth as he stares at the door that has closed behind his host. Their host. He has never liked the Jarl, noble and warrior in perfection, his upbringing in a family that has always thrived on power and independence engrained into every pore.

But Balgruuf has complied with his request and received him, even if suspicion oozed from every gesture, from every elaborate, painfully…

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Eyes on the Enemy: 15. Haunted

Eyes on the Enemy: 15. Haunted

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To get down from the mountain was much easier than to get up, now that we knew what to expect and we only stumbled from time to to over the crystalline heaps that had been the icewraiths. It wasn’t really far, after all – it had only appeared so endless a trek that first time. Again every bone was aching from exhaustion when we stumbled into High Hrothgar’s courtyard, but at least I wasn’t on…

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In the Flesh - Chapter 1

In the Flesh – Chapter 1

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The girl with the broom scurries with her head held low out of the way as the court mage walks swiftly through the hall, the hard gleam in his eyes shadowed by thick brows and a low hood. He is in a hurry, but he will not rush. The guards left and right of the heavy doors refuse to recognise his presence as well, fully aware that the times when they could ask them for a quick treatment of a…

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Quo vadis?

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I have a story to write. I know what it’s about, I know the characters, have a theme and a general conflict that has to be solved.

I have half a dozen brilliant first sentences, bits and pieces of witty dialogue, I know who will clash and who will cooperate and what has to happen to drive my staff into madness. All in all, I have a shitload of awesome ideas that should work fabulously together…

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Eyes on the Enemy: 14. Paarthurnax

Eyes on the Enemy: 14. Paarthurnax

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eote_14_paarthurnaxA lot had changed in Jorrvaskr, we had been gone so long. At first nothing was particularly unusual, at least not as long as we didn’t leave Farkas’ room. We were woken several times by the usual morning cacophony of Jorrvaskr – cursing and shouting, banging doors and clanking metal, people searching for armour parts, a hangover potion, hot bathwater or breakfast – but we just grinned at each…

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Eyes on the Enemy: 13. Close

Eyes on the Enemy: 13. Close

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Warning: Sexual Content. NSFW, not appropriate for children.

close_700b“Hey. Stop brooding.” A gentle nudge woke me from my relaxed musings.

“I’m not brooding.” I showed him a lazy smile and nodded to the girls rampaging around between the dragon bones. “I’m happy for you, Farkas. That you’ve come so far. They suit you. And they do you good.”

The pride of a father, the love he felt for his daughters beamed…

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