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Come find explore this week’s flash fiction, but be careful where you wander…

 

The water looked deep and inviting.

It was deceptive.

And purposely so.

The more tourists that wandered down to the beautiful shore, the more tourists would end up wading out into the lake.

While the townspeople wouldn’t—in good conscious—tell visitors to check out the lake, there was a subtle sigh of relief when a car was spotted heading down the old road.

You see, the more outsiders stumbling into the water, the less the townspeople had to worry about losing one of their own.

The Forest Service would often find the vehicles a few weeks later. The whole town would head out to search the forest for the missing people.

Because there was always a slight chance they didn’t go in the water and they would be found.

But what the lake took, the lake kept.

 

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Flash fiction prompt for the week: They’d had a lot of freedom back then.

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The students were clustered in small groups, dispersed about the large lecture room. A low murmur ran through the room as everyone tried to determine what was going on.

Dr. Biston huddled in a corner with Ms. Garou, seemingly attempting to placate the school secretary. His dark, tailored suit went well with what most people assumed was a velvety black and white cape. That, his sunglasses, and the two long feathers in his dark hair gave him the appearance of wearing a Mardi Gras costume. Alinta knew that actually, the professor’s cape was his wings, the feathers his mothman antennae. And from the way they were twitching, he was pretty agitated.

Ms. Garou, for her part, was flinging her arms around and pacing. Her remarkable reach had already knocked a hat off one student and glasses off another.

A student near Alinta shook his head. “Why do all the cryptids wish for the days when they were unknown to humans? Wasn’t the fear of discovery worse?”

Alinta didn’t look away from the teacher while she answered. “Not all wish for it. But you have to understand that they’d had a lot of freedom back then. A few people searched for them, but most didn’t believe. Most people left them alone.”

 

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Alinta splashed some water on her face and then peeled off her filthy clothes. She threw on a t-shirt and after a quick brush of her teeth she collapsed into her cot. Her leaden feet throbbed and she stretched her back cautiously. Even though Conner had helped her move the equipment, it had been an exhausting and frustrating day. They weren’t able to find any other clues as to who might have killed the student, but the obvious evidence pointed to one of their cryptids.

But was the evidence too obvious?

The nighttime sounds of the Australian bush lulled her to sleep despite her worries.  A few hours later she woke with a start, but didn’t know why.

Was there an extra sound?  No.

The night was silent.  Alinta froze in her cot, forcing her breathing to stay steady.

Not normal. Ever.

There was someone. . . or something outside.

 

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Flash Fiction using the prompt: She dripped water everywhere.

Alinta crept through the abandoned house and silently cursed the cloudburst outside.
She dripped water everywhere. And while the rain may have forced her quarry into the shelter, it was sure to hear the drips and know she was coming.
Maybe she would get lucky.
Maybe this house had enough holes in the roof that her dripping noise would blend in with the rest.
Maybe.
The large net felt heavy in her left hand, but she didn’t dare put away her taser to shift the weight. Her target wasn’t deadly, but there were plenty of other things out here that could be.
She rounded the corner and there it was: all six inches of rage-filled frost fairy. It hissed at her.
“Now, calm down.” Alinta tucked the taser back into her belt and held her hand up to the creature. “I’m really trying to help. You need to get somewhere cool before you melt.” She took a step forward.
The little beast leaped at her, claws out. Luckily, she’d had lots of practice throwing the net up in front of her face.
“Sheesh. That would have hurt. Just once I wish someone would come along peacefully.”

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