Flashes of Sanity #71: Shades Part 1 – Failure

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As a part of my one year with Flashes of Sanity celebration I will launch an event that will be the culmination of some threads in previous entries.
Good entries to have read/previous entries in the event:
Gray: A retailers dream
Baby boom
Bidding war

Welcome to Flashes of Sanity’s first event: Shade

Today’s entry: Shades Part 1: Failure

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”We are ready for launch.”
The two friends starred at the speaker. The button turned from red to green.
Garret swallowed. ”It’s go time then.” A phrase used so eagerly in the past it now felt empty.
He hovered above the button. ”I don’t think I can.”
”We must,” his friend said.
They both looked through the window towards the rocket.
”Do you think they will make it?”
Garret’s friend glanced at the spaceship floating above the cloud.
”It’s called a suicide mission Garret,” he sighed and rubbed his temples. ”I am sure they won’t make it.”
A tear rolled down Garret’s nose. ”I guess I should be lucky it’s not my kids in there.”
”I repeat, we are ready for launch. Confirm message delivery.”
Garret put his mouth to the microphone and pushed the button on it. ”Message delivered. Launcher is fighting with conscience.”
”We all are Garret,” the voice in the microphone said after a moment of silence. ”We all are.”
Garret looked at his friend. ”Together?”
”I was hoping you wouldn’t say that,” his friend said, then he took Garret’s hand. ”Off course, we will do it together.”
The two men raised there hands above the green button. They looked at each other. They prayed for the children to get a painless death.
”For mankind,” they said and both hands fell on the green button which immediately turned red.
”What have we done?” Garret whispered.

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Flashes of Sanity #70: Indoor Activities

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Today’s entry: Indoor Activities

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”Do you believe in love at first sight, darling.”

The voice was rough, handsome even, but most of all confident.

The blonde turned around.

“Oh yes, I sure think I do,” She answered. Her big eyelashes waved at the muscular young man.

“How convenient. I am a true believer too.”

The two looked each other in the eyes so deeply the tension turned into a fire burning between them.

“How come I’ve never seen you here before? ” The girl asked.

The man looked around in the one room apartment.

“I have been here and there,“ he said. “But right now I only want to be here.”

He took one step closer to her. Their bodies touched. She giggled. His smile melted all barriers between them.

“I want you to be closer,” she said and tugged at his pants.

“I can do as close as you want.”

He leaned over her and let his lips hoover above hers. She smiled with her mouth half-opened and ready for his.

“Come closer then,“ she said and her arm moved past his body.

Their lips met while they looked into each other’s eyes.

“I have dreamed of you since I was born,” he said.

Large hands removed her skirt and her blouse.

“Please,” she mumbled as large hands removed his trousers. “Closer.”

The two bodies met in desire and steam. They glimmered in the lamplight. Her eyes met his as the large hands lifted her legs up over his hip. Her limbs should not be able to move in this way, but in the heat of attraction everything is possible.

“Closer,” she moaned.

“I will,” he sighed and leaned closer.

Her legs popped out of their sockets, and they moved closer than their bodies limited them to.

Two large hands guided their movements.

“Closer.”

Her head popped as he kissed her to hard.

“Harder,” her head moaned as it rolled under the bed.

The man humped her furiously.

“Fuck,” he groaned as his hips dislocated in pleasure.

“Honey! Dinner is ready!”

“I am coming…”

“Honey! Don’t make me come up there and carry you down.”

“Shut it mom,” the man holding two dolls screamed. He was sweaty. “I’m playing video games.”

“Me too,” the lady doll moaned. “Just a little more.”

The two plastic bodies crashed into a pile of arms, legs, torsos and one head.

“You are perfect,” the man said and kissed the woman’s chest.

“Come down right now!” Heavy steps wandered up the stairs.

“Okay! Okay!” The sweaty man arose from the so fascinating date between his two love birds. “I am coming down!”

His mother studied him as he exited the room. “Where you masturbating?”

“Oh my God! Mom! Can’t I play video games in peace without you accusing me.” He stormed down the stairs. “You are hopeless!”

His mother glanced into his room. She saw the computer and TV, both shut off.

“Definitely masturbating,” she sighed.

 

”Do you believe in love at first sight, darling.”

The voice was rough, handsome even, but most of all confident.

The blonde turned around.

“Oh yes, I sure think I do,” She answered. Her big eyelashes waved at the muscular young man.

“How convenient. I am a true believer too.”

The two looked each other in the eyes so deeply the tension turned into a fire burning between them.

“How come I’ve never seen you here before? ” The girl asked.

The man looked around in the one room apartment.

“I have been here and there,“ he said. “But right now I only want to be here.”

He took one step closer to her. Their bodies touched. She giggled. His smile melted all barriers between them.

“I want you to be closer,” she said and tugged at his pants.

“I can do as close as you want.”

He leaned over her and let his lips hoover above hers. She smiled with her mouth half-opened and ready for his.

“Come closer then,“ she said and her arm moved past his body.

Their lips met while they looked into each other’s eyes.

“I have dreamed of you since I was born,” he said.

Large hands removed her skirt and her blouse.

“Please,” she mumbled as large hands removed his trousers. “Closer.”

The two bodies met in desire and steam. They glimmered in the lamplight. Her eyes met his as the large hands lifted her legs up over his hip. Her limbs should not be able to move in this way, but in the heat of attraction everything is possible.

“Closer,” she moaned.

“I will,” he sighed and leaned closer.

Her legs popped out of their sockets, and they moved closer than their bodies limited them to.

Two large hands guided their movements.

“Closer.”

Her head popped as he kissed her to hard.

“Harder,” her head moaned as it rolled under the bed.

The man humped her furiously.

“Fuck,” he groaned as his hips dislocated in pleasure.

“Honey! Dinner is ready!”

“I am coming…”

“Honey! Don’t make me come up there and carry you down.”

“Shut it mom,” the man holding two dolls screamed. He was sweaty. “I’m playing video games.”

“Me too,” the lady doll moaned. “Just a little more.”

The two plastic bodies crashed into a pile of arms, legs, torsos and one head.

“You are perfect,” the man said and kissed the woman’s chest.

“Come down right now!” Heavy steps wandered up the stairs.

“Okay! Okay!” The sweaty man arose from the so fascinating date between his two love birds. “I am coming down!”

His mother studied him as he exited the room. “Where you masturbating?”

“Oh my God! Mom! Can’t I play video games in peace without you accusing me.” He stormed down the stairs. “You are hopeless!”

His mother glanced into his room. She saw the computer and TV, both shut off.

“Definitely masturbating,” she sighed.

 

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Flashes of Sanity #69: A+ Assay

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Today’s entry: A+ Assay

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’This year I want to be better than the last.’
Donna looked up at clock on the wall. Five minutes had passed. She yawned.
’Thousand years ago my friend died by the hands of a cult. It was just 10 months, but when you count the hours, time curves in the most mysterious way. Days turn to months.’
Donna looked at the clock one more time. Two more minutes had passed. She forced a tear and let it fall to the page for dramatic effect.
With lectures like these every day turn into months, she thought.
‘I still think a lot about her face in the sand, in the blood, in the casket. My days with her became too few.’
Donna rubbed her eyes. She sobbed. Then she looked down on her scribbles and held back a smile.
‘I still don’t understand how they could do it. What did she ever do to them? She never deserved any of the wounds they gave her.’
Donna let her pencil break while writing the next ‘she’.
Perfect, she thought.
“I just can’t,” she sighed and suddenly arose from her seat. She ran out with her backpack over her shoulder. She glanced over her shoulder to see the teachers reaction.
Jupp, the donkey face swallowed it all.
She didn’t stop running until she was far off the school yard. Not until she was at the graveyard. It was where everybody expected her to be.
By the grave, she fell down to her knees and dug until she found a metal box.
“Thanks for holding them for me Mia,” she said and putt a pill on her tongue. “You were always so willing to help.”
Donna leaned herself against the large rock. The world turned doozy. How wonderful with a new summer.
“You know what the best part was?” She asked. “I got you to collect all their fingerprints. You even helped me gather the victims and plant the evidence.”
She giggled, both from the memory and the pill kicking in. “Two dead and ten in prison for murder. That was over expectations.”
“This summer I will hit it big! The body count will be marvelous. What do you say? Should I frame donkey face this time?”
Donna paused and let rush swallow her.
“No, you are right. Let’s stick to the plan. There are more important heads that need some rolling.”

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Flashes of Sanity #68: Organize for Mayhem

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Today’s entry: Organize for Mayhem

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Three men and two women stood around a table. They were closing in on their main goal, they knew it. But for now they had to stay patient.

“Just follow the plan,” George said. His flaring eyes scanned the others. “We only need one mistake to collapse all we have done.”

The others nodded. Stella, Barbro, Sune and Ronny. George couldn’t believe they had put their plan this far.

“The riot is moving uphill,” Barbro said. “I think we are closing in on operation Q.”

Sune put a finger on the papers in front of them. “I agree. The anger is reaching the right levels.”

“Great.” George scratched his red horns. “Let’s refresh the plan for operation Q.”

It had began as an annoyed after work discussions at the bar with the work team. We should show them who really are in control, they always said that. No one acted upon it. Except for the five.

The five had even grander plans.

Then hell upgraded it systems to automatic machines and everyone was without work. That was an igniting spark if anything.

“We have already put some armed people in the center of action,” Stella said. “They are waiting on the signal to use them, and to give them to some really unstable rioters.”

“Great.”

“We have an uniformed man in place,” Stella continued. “He is ready to warn the others.

“Is he also armed?”

“Yes.“

“Is he fully aware of his fate?”

“They all are,” Stella picked up files on all their moles among the rioters. “They want what we want. They know there is a high risk for lethal outcome.”

“And they know where to stand when it all culminates?”

“They know exactly which tiny rock their hooves should balance on.”

“Are everyone ready for the next phase?”

Nervous looks exchanged between the members of the group. Then they all nodded.

“Wonderful,” George poured up brown liquor in five glasses.

“For phase two,” he said and raised his glass.

The four in front of him raised their glasses. “For phase two.”

Three men and two women stood around a table. They were closing in on their main goal, they knew it. But for now they had to stay patient.

“Just follow the plan,” George said. His flaring eyes scanned the others. “We only need one mistake to collapse all we have done.”

The others nodded. Stella, Barbro, Sune and Ronny. George couldn’t believe they had put their plan this far.

“The riot is moving uphill,” Barbro said. “I think we are closing in on operation Q.”

Sune put a finger on the papers in front of them. “I agree. The anger is reaching the right levels.”

“Great.” George scratched his red horns. “Let’s refresh the plan for operation Q.”

It had began as an annoyed after work discussions at the bar with the work team. We should show them who really are in control, they always said that. No one acted upon it. Except for the five.

The five had even grander plans.

Then hell upgraded it systems to automatic machines and everyone was without work. That was an igniting spark if anything.

“We have already put some armed people in the center of action,” Stella said. “They are waiting on the signal to use them, and to give them to some really unstable rioters.”

“Great.”

“We have an uniformed man in place,” Stella continued. “He is ready to warn the others.

“Is he also armed?”

“Yes.“

“Is he fully aware of his fate?”

“They all are,” Stella picked up files on all their moles among the rioters. “They want what we want. They know there is a high risk for lethal outcome.”

“And they know where to stand when it all culminates?”

“They know exactly which tiny rock their hooves should balance on.”

“Are everyone ready for the next phase?”

Nervous looks exchanged between the members of the group. Then they all nodded.

“Wonderful,” George poured up brown liquor in five glasses.

“For phase two,” he said and raised his glass.

The four in front of him raised their glasses. “For phase two.”

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Flashes of Sanity #67: Garbage Castle

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Today’s entry: Garbage Castle

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Pride over failure.
Call it whatever you want but Susanne Queen knew that in the end of the day those words where the truth.
You might be the CEO of a garbage disposal company, that does not mean you should dress as trash. You should not act as it either.
She sipped her green tea and scanned the headlines. At least the media did one thing right.
’Daughter of respected business woman murdered in her home.’
The poor teacher got all the blame. Murder and suicide. So convenient. She was unlucky. Melany couldn’t remain, she was after all a failure.
”Mrs King?” A man asked.
Susanne reacted to the name as rehearsed. ”Yes.”
”We are ready for you now.”
”May I ask how you found our service?” He continued as she walked through the door.
”A friend referred me.” Susanne said. ”Their Donna is quite the specimen.”
”It pleases us that they are happy with their order.”
”They sure are. Now, take me to your products.”
The well-dressed man showed her into a room three doors down the corridor.
”These are our princes and princesses, we find them best taylored for your need.”
Susanne studied the tubes lining up to her right. Girls and boys sleeping calmly in pools of water. ”I am only interested in your princesses, thank you.”
”As you wish.” The man snapped his fingers and the light went out in all tubes with boys. ”Our princesses are of the highest grade. Their chemical balance has been restabilized for calm and politeness. Their metabolism are in top shape through specially grown gut microbiota.”
”What does that mean?”
”They will never get fat ma’am.”
”How wonderful,” Susanne looked at one girl. The jaded skin. Her tiny lips. ”Please continue.”
”Every princess will come with approved adoption documents. There will be no trace to us or any of our subsidiaries.”
”So no SurgeRay fiasco,” Susanne glanced at the man, but he showed no reaction.
”We have taken precautions since that mishap.”
”I think we will get along,” Susanne smiled. ”I am ready for the contract.”
”How wonderful,” The man left the room.
”And you my little darling.” Susanne touched the glaswall. ”Is perfect. ”

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Flashes of Sanity #66: Series of incidents

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Today’s entry: Series of incidents

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It was never the plan to end up at top of a building. Not ever. But when your name is Alred Klaudio that’s just what happens.

First of all Alred was never the smartest in the class. Not even among his friends in that class. He was not the strongest either, nor the fastest.

Alred just was.

Sometimes he was okay with that.

This peculiar series of incidents which put Alred at the top of a building began with breakfast. Alred had heard that a great day begins with a great breakfast, so he made coffee and ate a burrito from yesterday. Then he spent an hour on the toilet, because his definition of a great breakfast was not in line with what his stomach defined as a great breakfast.

After losing half his body weight, and clogging the toilet multiple times, Alred went for a run. Or rather a stumble.

Anyhow that so called run got him to his work where he got yelled at for being 30 minutes late. The manager did not seam to accept clogged toilets as a good excuse much like a teacher doesn’t accept dogs.

Alred got fired. And stumbled his way home.

On his way home Alred stumbled (for real this time) on a brick and fell on his nose. This series of incidents would bring anyone to tears, but not Alred. After all, he ate a great breakfast this morning. Nothing can bring you down after that.

Alred instead stopped the bleeding and continued stumbling all the way to a hotel. That was always a good place to hang, and they had some great cinnamon rolls.

With two great breakfasts this day will become twice as great, Alred thought.

Alred took a bun from a passing wagon and squeezed it into his mouth. It is hard to swallow a cinnamon bun without chewing, but that was something within Alred’s expertise.

A man caught Alred as he was about to walk to the luxury suits, he usually found the best drinks there just laying around from yesterday.

“Please help me with this,” the man said.

The carpet was really heavy, but Alred was not someone who dared to object so he stumbled the carpet up the stairs. He got a little hesitant when he saw the guns. The masks were also weird. The carpet sounded weird too.

Well at the top he stumbled again.

Clumsy me, he thought. He looked back to apologize but no one was there. No they had all decided to stumble down the stairs.

How weird, Alred thought.

Alred was not someone who gave up on when he began something, so he carried the carpet to a helicopter.

“You are alone?” The men inside asked. “How greedy.” Then they threw him a suitcase.

To Alfred’s surprise the suitcase contained enough money to rent him the hotel’s luxurious roof suit for some months.

I wonder what will happen if I eat two burritos tomorrow, he thought.

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Flashes of Sanity #65: Circus horrors

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Today’s entry: Circus horrors

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Kara’s hand turned white as her grip around her gun hardened. A laughter filled the room.
”Do you think you can find the way out?” The screeching voice said.
”You bet your f*CKING ass I do,” Kara mumbled. ”And I am taking you down with me.”
The stale apartment complex showed no sign of the dullness on the inside. All the clouds and clowns contrasted sharply against walls in so many colors it made Kara nauseous just looking at them.
Who could even live in a place like this? She thought and opened a door just to be welcomed by another wave of screeching laughter, and a train. A train rushing against her puffing pink clouds in the air.
Kara jumped to the side just in time and watched the happy train CHO-CHO into a blue, green and yellow wall. It exploded with confetti flying everywhere. Popcorn popped from the burning engine. They were purple.
”What the…” Kara panted and glanced into the room the train was so eager to leave. It was pitch dark, and smelled like sugar canes. She picked up her flashlight. The little ball wandered across the room. It was empty except for a hanger with costumes.
She sneaked.
”Where are you hiding?”
She walked up to the hanger and touched the weird costumes. The faces smiled weirdly at her. She halted.
They felt to natural. She squeezed one between her fingers, then she released it with a scream. She stumbled backwards. All the faces… All the hands… The skin…
”I am not hiding…” Kara suddenly hade a wet cloth on her lips. ”I was just waiting.”
The man leaned closer.
”Do you want to know something funny,” he said and breathed her in. ”I have never worn a woman before.”
Kara tried to scream but her mouth was already numb. He laughed in her ear. And dragged her away.
”Let me show you where the fun begins,” he said.

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Flashes of Sanity #64: Shifting Gears

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Today’s entry: Shifting Gears

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The engine roared loudly under the hood just to go silent when Miko released the gas pedal to slow down and took the sharp turn.

”Come on little Darling.” Miko whispered as he checked the rear view mirror.

Shit, he thought. Those bastards are fast. He pressed the gas pedal to the floor just to release it again, press down the clutch, change gears and press the gas pedal as far as he could again. You will not catch me.

The green mass crashed against the building, then followed him through the turn. Miko corrected his facial mask. He changed gears again.

One more turn, then the freeway and all the freedom he could wish for. He passed a family getting ready to leave their home. They were already doomed. Just as the rest of the city according to all experts.

It all just went so fast. First a house overgrown, then BAM. The whole city got infested over night. Everyone with something vegetable like at home was killed. Miko never liked the green. He liked the grey; cogs, bolts, and the like. He lived in a garage in the industrial parts. Those were overgrown too, just slow enough so Miko could get away.

”Last turn now, darling.” He pulled the hand brake and let the Ford Focus slide through the curve. He got to see the green from his front view mirror. All the bodies within the mass, the teeth formed by thorns. One wine dug into a screaming body. It was the mother he passed just moments ago with her child still in her arms.

Miko released the handbrake. Now charge forward. The engine complained as he pushed the car a little to long without changing gears. He skipped a couple of gears and let the car fly on the freeway.

Soon he could rest. He just wanted to put some more distance between himself and the inferno. Just a little more. Maybe to the next city, maybe they had made it. Then he saw it rising above the clouds, above the skyscrapers towering above a siluette of promise. The starship opened a gate. The whole sky went white and the city was no more.

Shit, Miko looked in the rear view mirror. The green still on his tail. The road ahead was not an option. He turned and followed the small roads around the mayhem.

Maybe that would save him. At least, he hoped so.

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Flashes of Sanity #63: Bare hands

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Today’s entry: Bare hands

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Tell me again how I am not good enough? Tell me how a man like me cannot build a future like this?

The man looked at his hands, blisters and all.

These are medals, he thought. My honor visible in my hands.

”Do you think we can pull it off?” A large hand suddenly rested on his shoulder.

”I am sure of it, Sam”

The grip around his shoulder hardened. ”I am too.”

They both looked at the giant ’S’ and admired the future they were building.

”Sara has coffee ready if you want some,” Sam said.

”How is she doing?”

Sam winked. ”Lets just say that the prototype is gaining some real following.”

The man looked over his shoulder towards the woman who had been wandering back and forth with a phone to her ear for days. She gave him a thumbs up and smiled.

”F*ck!” The man said. ”We are changing the world.”

”Yes, Douglas. And I got the feeling this is only the beginning.”

”You and me both,” the man said. ”We will create miracles.”

Sam laughed as they walked to their  friend with a phone to her ear. Later that night they would celebrate by the building they built themselves. Their first sale would come just a day later. And an enterprise was born.

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Flashes of Sanity #62: The unprobable campaign

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Today’s entry: The unprobable campaign

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All these people knew nothing. Thousands. No. Tens of thousands. Maybe even hundreds of thousands. And all of them only wanted to see one man. The one who would save a country from disaster.

Marge Umington groaned. The man was a disaster. Two months of hectic campaigning had made her sure of it. Mistresses. Gambling. Rudeness.

And that wasn’t even touching on the family. A bunch of idiots who solely could end the world with their shit. Hiding them was a full time job. Everything was a full time job nowadays. Marge popped a pill of Clarahyxathen. Her tiredness immediately went away.

God, she thought. What will I do if the grey buffoon pushed SurgeRay into bankruptcy. She pushed the thought away. Only unhappiness came from thinking about SurgeRay’s future. She pushed the comradio to her ear.

“I want to thank you all from being here,” the presidential candidate said.

Soon, she thought. His first blurb will be any minute.

“But most of all I want to thank…” Marge pushed a button on her headset.

“the idiots who claimed I would not make it here,” the candidate continued in her com-radio. “Douchebags and in breeds, That’s what I call them.”

“my mother who has made taught me everything about the greatness this country is capable to,” the audience heard. “All the heroes, all our saviors.”

Marge released the button on her com-radio and let the candidate continue. One done, she thought. Twenty to go.

She looked up into the sky. Why did we chose him? She knew why, some bastards would be perfect in power positions. The problem was getting them there. With traits like fearlessness and hardworking, you can make the real difference. You just have to add humility every now and then. About every other sentence if one would be truthful.

Marge pushed the button again. “Let us rise together. Let us face the hardship in front of us. Let us make this a country to be proud of.” So much better than “Let’s get shit done. Let’s kick some f*cking asses.”

We need him, Marge thought. Just for these difficult years. He will make the right, hard, decisions. She looked up to the sky again. Hopefully that will save us.

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