Flashes of Sanity #132: Corporate meeting

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Today’s entry: corporate meeting

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”What do you take away from all this?” Donald said as he scanned the city from their new abandoned apartment. What once had been a rooftop suite had become four walls barely holding together.
Outside, the streets were on fire. A city screamed in terror and pain, and above it all a man flew around on a sleigh.
“May I first ask if you truly believe it is him?” The Reviewer walked up beside Donald, his apprentice came close after.
“I am sure it is Sam.”
The Reviewer looked out through the once-a-mirror in silence. The man in the sleigh shot fire onto a building creating a sentence in hell fire.
‘WHERE ARE YOU DONALD?’
“He is still angry with you.”
“That much I figured out for myself. Anything else.”
“The fact that he dresses like Santa and flies around on a sleigh pulled by reindeers forces me to questions what I thought was facts.”
“Yes, but how do we take him down?”
“We have a rocket launcher. But that would give them our position. We could fight them from the streets, but the most probable conclusion is that,” the Reviewer looked down at the streets screaming, “he has people there too.”
Donald thought about the two dead ends. He sipped his coffee.
“That leaves below ground to be explored. This hotel has a path through the cellar to the sewer if I remember it correct. Should that be a path worth considering?”
The Reviewer turned to his apprentice. “What do you think?”
The apprentice flinched as if they thrown their fists at his face.
“What I think?” The apprentice gathered himself and corrected his suit.
Probably something The Reviewer taught him.
“Do we have to exit our place of safety?”
“Yes,” Donald said. “They will find us anyway. It is better we take the battle in our hands.”
Donald thought about his people on the street. Not an army, but a resistance. It was only a matter of time before the wrong person decided that the pain wasn’t worth it.
“Then it is decided,” the reviewer said. “Well done, Mitch. Mr. Diamond, should we inform the others?”
“Yes.” Donald continued to look out the window as the two reviewers backed from the window. Partly, he wanted Sam to see him. Get the battle over with. But face-off would guarantee failure.
Donald didn’t want to fail. Especially not when Sam was holding the other gun.
“Just one more question if you don’t mind?” The Reviewer asked. “Sarah, the one who built SurgeRay with you and Sam, you haven’t heard from her?”
“No, I haven’t,” Donald answered. “And I probably won’t.”

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Flashes of Sanity #131: Red War

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Today’s entry: Red War

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The two elves returned to the sleigh. Still laughing.
“Did you get him?” Sam asked.
“No, he got away.”
“So why the blood around your mouth?”
The elves giggled. ”We found another one.”
“Brilliant.” Sam turned to his human passengers in the back of the sleigh. “I will lead these haters into war. Where do you want me to drop you off?”
“Anywhere?” Mart said. He glanced at his co-passengers.
“Anywhere will be good.” Susanne said. The little girl in her arms had been drugged for her own safety. Considering that the two elves still licked blood of their teeth, for her sanity too. “Just leave a couple of elves with us to carry Dina.”
“Anyone who wants to carry a little girl?”
Every elf on the sleigh raised their hand.
“Why are they so eager to take care of a child?” Marge asked. Probably with the blood lickers on her mind.
“Children are like nicotine for them,” Sam said and pointed at two elves with no blood on their mouth. “You and you. Happiness leaks out through a child’s pores and the elves breathe it in. Christmas is built on that reward system.”
“Do you need to rehearse the plan?” He continued.
A choir of nos answered him. He raised his hand, and the sleigh slowed down. Within a minute, they were on the ground. Within another minute, they were back in the air. The little group disappeared into one of the alleys.
Sam smiled.
“It is time, boys and girls!” He raised his arms. “It is war!”
Thousands of arms joined his on the flying sleighs. They all cheered.
“Show man why you once were the most feared people on the earth!”
All the sleighs scattered. And soon screams joined the cheers.
Sam pushed his sleigh forward.
It was time for phase two.

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Flashes of Sanity #125: Frozen Promises

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Today’s entry: Frozen Promises

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The snow was everywhere. On the ground, in her shoes, in her eye, and under Dina’s coat. Susanne made another attempt at getting the white away from Dina’s neck.
“Mart, how much longer do we have to go?”
“Just a little longer!” The snow storm muffled Mart’s voice. “We will see a door anytime now.”
A door in the middle of nowhere, that’s about he most stupid thing Susanne ever heard. She believed it anyway. At this time, she had no choice.
“Mom, I don’t think I want to meet Santa anymore.”
“Just hang on, honey. Just a little more.”
Dina closed her eyes and hugged herself. Susanne leaned in and hugged her daughter.
“That was just perfect…” Marge said beside them.
“What?”
“Charles Gool just declared himself president.”
“Gool? Didn’t he resign? Wait how did you know that?”
“He resigned, yes. Maybe not voluntarily.” Marge turned to Susanne. “And I was working with the presidents for decades. I got ways to get information anywhere. Even the North pole.”
“Here!” The shout came from what was Mart’s shadow that should only be 50 meters ahead, but looked like a distance too far away to walk.
Susanne picked up Dina. “I will carry you the last part,” she whispered. “I promise, I will carry you all the way.”
The door was big. Way too big to be missed. Susanne still didn’t see it until she crashed into its wooden frame. She looked at the massive open door planted in the middle of a snowy desert. Warmth radiated from the room on the other side. She resisted the wind and forced herself in. The storm subsided immediately. Her frozen spine could finally move again. And Dina opened her beautiful eyes.
“We made it,” Susanne whispered. “We are at Santa’s home.”
“We are?”
“Yes, you are!” A steady voice grumbled from some stairs. “Welcome to my sweet home.”
Susanne glanced at up the stairs and the man with the red hat. The skinny man with more holes than skin.
“Don’t look at him, Dina!”
Dina struggled in Susanne’s arms. “But I want to meet Santa.”
“Do you know what happens when a child sees Santa before Christmas?” The child stopped and looked at Susanne with big eyes.
“He disappears. Just like that. We don’t want that, right?”
Dina shook her head. “Can I look at the elves instead?”
In Susanne’s periphery, the corpse shrugged his shoulders and opened a door full of machines. An elf stood on the other side. His crocked back, long fingers and sly smile would break Dina’s heart.
The corpse whispered something in the elf’s ear. The back instantly straightened. The smile got kind.
“Is it right? Why don’t you show me to her right away!”
Dina turned towards the friendly voice, and the sparkle in her eyes would melt any heart. The corpse was gone, for now.
“Mom, it is an elf!”
“Yes, hon’,” Susanne said. “Let’s see if he can show us the toy factory.”

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Flashes of Sanity #104: Snow Shoes

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This week’s entry: Snow Shoes

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Each stride his chilled his feet further. They were nothing but ice on bones at this point.
Who cared? When you had been dead, is it really important?
A large wooden door arose in the storm. It radiated warmth in a world of snow. He knocked with a hand shattering with each punch.
”Yes…” the elf fell silent as he saw the frozen man on the other side. ”Who are you?”
”I am a lost man of the woods. I seek the aid from the north pole.”
The elf hesitated, then he opened the door.
”Come in, come in,” the elf said.
The man smiled as he walked in. The north polers never could say no to a lost soul. It had been part of their tribe for hundreds of years. One of tye many traits tgey could not control.
It could so easily be used. The elves knew that too.
”What brings a man from the woods to our humble quarters.”
An army, the man thought.
”Safety,” he said.
Inside, fire warmed a room so big it could house hundreds. Yet it was empty.
“I am sorry,” the elf said. “Our master is occupied elsewhere.”
“Isn’t he always?”
The elf smiled, a hesitant but still warm smile.
“Yes, he always is.” The elf scanned the thick robe on the man’s body. “Why does a man of the woods need the north pole’s safety?”
“The woods want to kill me,” the man said. “They have already succeeded once.”
The elf froze by the fire place. Yet his hospitality forced him to continue the discussion.
“What have you done to the woods?”
The man walked up to the elf. He let his robe fall to the floor showing all the holes the roots and the bugs had carved through him. His eyes were long gone. His teeth too. His skin was mold on rotten muscles.
“I killed my tribe.” His breath hit the elf in the face one rotten wind at the time. “And now I want to kill every one.”
Outside a sleigh landed on the snow. The hit thundered through the door.
“Ho, ho, ho.”
“And you will help me.”
As the door opened again, the man hit the bearded house lord and the red mass fell to the floor.
“Do you hear me, little elf? You will help me whether you like it or not.”
“Please,” the elf cried. “We want peace.”
Sam laughed. “It is too late for that!”

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Christmas is Coming

Yes, you heard it here first (or maybe some other place)!

Because I am so bad at keeping track on holidays, I have decided to start the countdown early. That means Flashes of Sanity will run daily from October 31 2021 to December 31 2021 (Entry 100 to 161). I recall that Christmas is somewhere among those days, right? 🤔

Why daily entries in Flashes of Sanity?

Simply put, I have a story to tell involving the characters in Flashes of Sanity and the best way to kick this off is a daily dose of this universe. And yes, it will involve Santa. But maybe not in the way you are used to.

Anyway, see tou tomorrow and every day after that until the end of December!

Cheers!