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One hundred fifty word flash fiction
A chapter in the book Short Stories
Broken Home Spoke
by GregoryCody
Our house woke me up. We'd been introduced several times before, but he acted like he didn't know me.
"Harold, glad to meet you," he grumbled.
The horrendous bellow, deep and steady, shook barren cupboards and rattled pictures from walls ... Granny Friel's wedding picture - shattered again. I knew he'd howl like a siren, rain teardrops if I ignored him.
"Dad!" I shouted into the malevolent air.
A crack tore in the rear corner.
Harold began to devour himself. The steep walls collapsed upon themselves, revealing innards of plywood and snapped wires as windows exploded into plumes of glass cyclones.
Crumbling floorboards squeaked and fractured as dad and I stepped quickly down his throat, a worn burgundy running carpet slipping under our feet. We burst out of his mouth as he belched us onto the grass.
Dad said it was an earthquake. I say it's because Mom left.
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Our house woke me up. We'd been introduced several times before, but he acted like he didn't know me.
"Harold, glad to meet you," he grumbled.
The horrendous bellow, deep and steady, shook barren cupboards and rattled pictures from walls ... Granny Friel's wedding picture - shattered again. I knew he'd howl like a siren, rain teardrops if I ignored him.
"Dad!" I shouted into the malevolent air.
A crack tore in the rear corner.
Harold began to devour himself. The steep walls collapsed upon themselves, revealing innards of plywood and snapped wires as windows exploded into plumes of glass cyclones.
Crumbling floorboards squeaked and fractured as dad and I stepped quickly down his throat, a worn burgundy running carpet slipping under our feet. We burst out of his mouth as he belched us onto the grass.
Dad said it was an earthquake. I say it's because Mom left.
"Harold, glad to meet you," he grumbled.
The horrendous bellow, deep and steady, shook barren cupboards and rattled pictures from walls ... Granny Friel's wedding picture - shattered again. I knew he'd howl like a siren, rain teardrops if I ignored him.
"Dad!" I shouted into the malevolent air.
A crack tore in the rear corner.
Harold began to devour himself. The steep walls collapsed upon themselves, revealing innards of plywood and snapped wires as windows exploded into plumes of glass cyclones.
Crumbling floorboards squeaked and fractured as dad and I stepped quickly down his throat, a worn burgundy running carpet slipping under our feet. We burst out of his mouth as he belched us onto the grass.
Dad said it was an earthquake. I say it's because Mom left.
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I am going to include this in my SHORT STORIES book that I just put together here!
Flash Fiction is FUN!
Thanks for all the help guys
...especially with my prose JAY SQUIRES and VISIONARY1234.
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