According to the Washington Post, UFOs are a reality for our military pilots and have been for some time. Why do I get the sense that we are about to learn that we are not the only ones watching our planet become a trash bin for greedy politicians and billionaires? At least one of my flash fiction stories and at least one poem will dip into ideas about ufos, humanity, and care of our planet Gaia aka Earth. I like spinning reality into fiction, so look for a flash fiction story to be posted on this site describing a strange object appearing in the summer night sky on I-384 (Connecticut) late at night…….we are not alone.
Couldn’t decide whether to land on love, lust, magic, or on Saturn for that first story.
I did a hybrid with a healthy dose of THC. Won’t blow your back out, but it will make you wonder if this is part of a longer tale. Could be. Go read it and tell me if it turned you on or if it turned you off.
Meanwhile, we will return to the Girlfriend Experience AI, vampires, werewolves, and witches. We might even see a few aliens show up in a sex dungeon looking for love. I really do want to write about a woman who sees everyone on the planet completely nude.
If you stay still long enough, you can see everything.
Look for new stories and poetry to show up tomorrow. Meanwhile, go support my brand here –> $drcat
…for flash fiction, the #30days writing challenge I started with a very good friend of mine who writes science fiction. Last year I decided to infuse some poetry into this challenge, a flash poetry edginess to inspire me to dive deeper.
You never know what or who you may find wandering the imaginary streets of my fictional landscapes these days…guess you’ll have to read them to find out.
This is the wane of the full moon
the time to toss to the sea
that which must be discarded
that which no longer serves you
that which no longer comforts you
she or he who is toxic to the spirit
now banished from sight
such is life
these are people you forget exist
revert to distant strangers
cast into the sea
burn the letters
wipe away all paths to you
burn the sage
salt down the steps
I am released.
quick note: I just had the craziest dream I’ve GOT to get down in one of my stories or two actually: floating metal that’s weaponized to cling to you like glue or like you are a magnet with sudden motion;flying through the air with a rocket propelled gun battling these robot like sentinels who think I’m worth capturing for a rogue billionaire with plans for building a bigger army of invading robot soldiers; I even saw another Independence Day like alien invasion movie set in this dream. Guys—when I’m done writing about my feelings I’m going to get back to my fav topic—space aliens, kickass weaponry never seen on this planet before, and ships I think we might see if we can impeach that idiot trump and get back to scientific innovation. Nice bit of dream work in less than two hours!
Today is May 2 and I have no reason to hope for seeing anyone else on this road, a quiet road in the middle of a forest occupied by no one but me. It has been May 2 for many, many days and weeks. I walk forward towards an opening that never emerges, only to find myself right back where I started.
No problem. No other sound except for the slide and creep of my own shoes that echoes across the dark green forest floor. No voices, and at this point, not even mine, as I have learned after countless days that no one else is here to hear me or respond. A bird would be nice, even a fox or two. I think I grew a bit suspicious many days/weeks ago after I noticed the absence of flies and ants, but that was after I noticed the most glaring absence: change in the daylight, as in there is no sunrise or sunset.
It’s almost as if I am standing in the middle of someone’s screen saver, or a picture frame on a desk in some nondescript office. My own name no longer registers across my brain as I walk towards nothing.
Expect me today. Rules? Look for the hashtag #30days #30Days2018, and help support me in my push to write 30 stories (200 words or more) in the month of May. I will make the entire month this year! Look for recurring themes and returning/continuing fictional universes, look for sex in lit, lit that shocks, lit from tweets, lit from odd places like messages, hashtags, dreams, fantasies, masturbatory fixations, and yes, lit from headlines. I promise to not censor and at some point have you fixated on who or what is making a guest appearance. Please comment, and if you really like what you are reading, please leave a tip in my PayPal Donate link on the left sideline.