Saturday, 14 April 2012

#RomanticFridayWriters - #AtoZChallenge - Dribbles, Drabbles, Droubbles - Flash Fiction - M is for Matches under the stars...

Welcome to RomanticFridayWriters!

RFW is about short short writing or flash fiction (usually 400 words), less for poems, with some romantic element. It's not Romance of the happily ever after variety, but Romantic, where it's about the story, the issue, with some romantic relationship involved. Our stories are edgy, sometimes dark, and often don't have the HEA ending! 

So here we go! RFW Dribbles (50 words), Drabbles (100 words) and Droubbles (200 words) and more (400 ish)...for your enjoyment - a laugh, a cry...

It's widely agreed that most fiction (unless it's solely about animals) begins and ends with human characters: their frailties, virtues, conflicts and expectations. In our stories for the A - Z Challenge the writers attempt to more closely observe the people around us...

A Droubble

M is for ...'Matches Under the Stars'

Matches under the stars’ the message had coded a dozen times.

Zooawoong debated the futility of it, desire overriding her fears, slithered her awkward way to the booth.

The bored looking assistant looked her once over, before leading her in.

Strapped to the ‘Biosync’, Zooawoong made her specific request.

Outcome not possible,” the machine replied.

Her eyes would have watered, but for the lack of tear ducts. As the assistant waited, she sought ‘His’ help.

His rolling gait meant a reprimand was to be expected. His thoughts filtered through. “The Boh-ring are better suited, child.”

She remained unmoved, looking in disgust at the appendages that served for limbs. Two legged was so graceful!

He glanced at his lovelorn spawn. Being the Emperor of ‘Piles Star Systems’ wasn’t easy.

The Solians were shrewd, driving a hard bargain. The young male she fancied was no match, lacking the tentacles - their power source.

“Appearances don’t matter to him. I hear him say, all the time.”

Surely nothe wasn’t the one losing precious assets. An icy moon and a moon base hadn’t been enough.

Maybe, the smallest of the ‘Diamond’ planets their captain fancied would clinch the deal, get her the mate she craved.



My PhotoA late 30's time travelling to 25 ever so often...aspiring to write better short stories, novellas and poetry. A paradox of thoughts, moods, desires, named Rekha Seshadri. A crybaby, hyper sensitive, shy soul who has been shaped by life to become resilient and thicker skinned. My brain is like a tiny collider; rational and irrational thoughts hit, miss and leave a messy trail behind that's narcissistically called words & verse. A Chronicle Of Dreams is my writing pad,exercise tool for mind and heart...and Unframed Imprints, a dumping ground for my not so great clicks...Do potter around but at your risk.


  1. Replies
    1. Thanks Denise, was kind of you to post this. :)

  2. Different but good. Well done on this post. I enjoyed the small read and whatever that world is and involves I want to know more.

  3. Hello, Denise! I enjoyed this post. Thanks for sharing! Hope you're having a lovely weekend and happy A to Z!!

  4. Way cool Rek. As with all your writings, I was drawn into the glimps of the world. Fascinating.


  5. Now I thought the picture was clever too. Did no one else think so? D.

  6. great flash fiction you have there!
    Happy A-Zing!

  7. Hello Rek. This is still a great story! Thanks for reposting! It is fun. D.

  8. Great flash and the graphic certainly works too.

  9. Rek, you fascinate me. I'm glad you reposted this one. I'm a bit behind on my blogging, but I will catch up with you at your site soon.

    Thanks for sharing this, and posting for the RFW challenge.



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