Peter: The Little Girl in the Wall

First published as Wild Kingdom on April 14, 2015.

Warning: The content may be triggering.

Lions stalk the plains of Africa, roaring and eating up deer, then the Rock of Gibraltar appears behind a man that lights a cigarette and promises money to people that die.

“That’s the strength of the rock!” he says.

Peter thinks about the little girl with scissors.

Mother says she hides in the walls until she hears a little
boy talking too much.

Then she pops out, holds him down, and cuts out his tongue!

Mother says the little girl has scissors as long as Father’s arms.

But the little girl can’t hear a drawing, Peter thinks.

Mother’s in the kitchen having coffee with Earline.

Earline is the lady that lives next door.

Mother says Earline is PG.

Peter goes into the kitchen to show Earline his pictures of
people with breasts.

Earline blushes and says what a little man Peter’s become.

Mother heaves a burdened sigh and shakes her head, “He’s so difficult Earline! One of his uncle’s gave him a book about the natives of Africa; now he draws tits on everything.”

Mother smiles patiently at Peter: “Go to the living room, sweetheart and we’ll look at your drawings later.”

Peter returns to the living room. where the flies chase each other around his chair: one of them drifts sluggishly to the floor.

Peter snatches it up and rips off it’s wings.

Then he drops it to the floor to see what a fly without wings can do.

A screenshot of VR avatars staged to represent a child alternate named Peter, a protector alternate named Bobby and a storyteller alternate named the Narrator
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Peter – Morning with the Captain

Warning: The content may be triggering

When Mother turns on the television, Peter sits tensely
with his tiny hands clenched tightly into fists.

Mother says slouching is bad and boys that slouch must
be punished.

The Captain lectures Mr. Bunny Rabbit for stealing carrots.

Peter wonders why the Captain doesn’t burn Mr. Bunny
Rabbit’s arms.

Stealing is bad.

A bunny rabbit that steals must be punished.

Lions stalk the plains of Africa.

They roar and eat up the deer.

When they finish eating they stretch out their claws
and shake out their bloody manes.

Jim, the man on TV says; if a deer is too young and too weak,
it ends up as food.

Then he says, “As a mother lion protects her cubs, you can protect
your kids with insurance from Mutual of Omaha.”

Suddenly, Peter’s heart speeds up; he cocks his head and listens:

Mother’s in the kitchen boiling water.

Peter must sit very still and be extra quiet.

Mother says squirming and being loud is bad.

Loud little boys that squirm must be punished.

A black and white screenshot of avatars staged to represent a child alternate named Peter and protector alternate named Bobby.
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(C) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved

The stuffed bear in the photo was made by Second Life artist, AM Radio

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Civilisation

Civilization is a word for people living a civilized life, being civil. Civilization must surely mean peace

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Amidst the towering rocks and speckled sand, far beyond our village, scattered, dust-clothed debris hunkers, the meaning of each piece a mystery to be puzzled over.

The old ones tell tales that have been passed down through generations. No doubt, with each telling, some details have shrunk, while others have swelled..

They speak of a long-lost existence called civilisation; a way of being that was better than this. They say there are clues in the artefacts that rust and decay in the sun and rain. They say these are scraps of something called machine, which made life easy, and that something called electron made it fun. Furthermore, humankind once had the voices of giants, which could be heard from the place where the sun rises all the way to where it sets. They had wings to fly high up in the sky, even to the stars.

They claim that those…

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The Chair #flashfiction

Flash Fiction from Hugh Roberts

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As the sun set, Agatha Brunell sat in her favourite chair knowing that her life was about to end.

Her sixty-nine years of life had been amazing. She’d never allowed anyone to get the better of her. Now, however, she knew it was time to leave her favourite lumpy chair for the very last time.

“Goodbye, chair,” she said, as she placed the gun to her head. “You were my saviour and the perfect place to hide the hair of my victims.”

As the police closed in, the sound of the gun told them they were too late.

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#flashfiction #shortstory #shortstoriesThis is my entry for the 99-word flash fiction challenge set by Charli Mills at The Carrot Ranch. This week the theme was to tell a 99-word story about a chair on a porch.

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