FebruaryFiction/Micro fiction

In February 2016 I participated in something called February fiction. It's about posting micro fiction, meaning the stories must maximum have 100 words along with a beginning, middle, and end.
Many said that the writing had to be short and precise, but I don't do short and precise. I like to describe in details so you get the atmosphere, and can see it before your inner eye.
Anyway here's my interpretation of februaryfiction and micro fiction.

As February isn't over yet I'll post the micro fiction here as they are published on the main site. 

They are also published on my facebook site: https://www.facebook.com/aurorafleurauthor

1. 

A glimpse of red caught my eye. I stopped, with a frown I took a step back, and then leaned closer. I tryingly moved forward to take a better look at this object that had caught my attention in a second. My blue eyes fleetingly peeked around before my hesitating fingertips glided over the hard surface as I studied the shapes, contours and words. More confident I picked it up, it was heavier than I thought and turned it in my hands, now winning me over completely. Fearlessly I moved towards the black counter to pay for my new book.

2.

A smell hit my nostrils. I lifted my head, parted my lips in an attempt to recognize it. My amber eyes raked the forest floor, trying to pick up even the smallest movement, locked on a few straws of grass that moved out of rhythm with the wind. I readied my weapons as I sneaked closer another step. I had her in my sight. My muscles tensed. Unknowingly she came closer. My legs leaped my body forward through the air, and before she could whine I had captured her. I unhurriedly trotted back to my humans with my delicious mouse-steak.

3.

A fraction of something caught my attention. It was just a glimpse. I tried to hold on to it, but it disappeared like sand through my fingers. I didn’t have a chance. My entire focus was aimed at this now. Tried with the power of the will to bring it forward again. Another glimpse, a feeling I felt that didn’t match my surroundings, then a color flash I couldn’t make out. As I fought to piece these things together it slowly took form. I started to see a pattern. Then it appeared to me. It was inspiration calling my name.

4. 

I was drawn to it. I couldn’t resist it anymore. I opened the gate and instantly felt a pull in my body. It dragged me into it. Dragged me into a world that wasn’t my own. With creatures I haven’t seen before. Even the colors seemed to be different here. The people populating this were first strangers to me, but now they’re more familiar. No, they’re friends now. I laugh with them, I cry with them. Hoping that this adventure in another universe so far from my own would never end, but everything comes to an end. Even a book. 

5. (Sneak peek from The Hunt)

I lifted my head and leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on his lips. He met me halfway and inhaled heavily. I felt his lips get more insisting. His right hand laid on my cheek and his fingers clutched around my neck under my ear. I felt him grab the sheets with his left hand. He had scooted down to lie and rest his head on my chest, now he moved back up, leaving his hips against mine, and I could lie my head back on the pillow as his face was a little above in line with mine.

6.

The moisture from the grass had seeped through. It was too early, the morning dew hadn’t ascended from the surface yet. Still I was impatient, but now I feel the consequences, and wish I had waited just an hour. I could feel the warmth, but it didn’t have enough power to penetrate this. Yet. As I waited I felt how it increased. Slowly, but steadily. There was no preventing it. It arose on it destined path, it was a law of nature. Its warmth travelled through me, vaporizing the moisture from the blanket. Lying in the sun a summer morning.

7.

I see their path, and do my best to set them on it. At first I don’t know them, but through their actions and the obstacles I’m challenging them with I see the true nature of them. They navigate as good as they can through these circumstances, but it has to come to an end. They have to find their way. I can only help them to a certain extent, the rest they have to figure out on their own. I bring the light for other people to see, to understand and to learn their life. I’m writing a story.

8.

I feel it run down my body like warm velvet. Caressing my skin. A hand running softly and smoothly over my curves in circles. Now both hands. Delicious circles that touched every inch of me. The hands following a path from my shoulders, to my neck and ending in my hair. Now the contact’s rougher. Running through my hair in long strokes, sometimes grabbing a fistful, and messing it up real good. The hands left my hair and returned down my body until they disappeared along with the warm velvet, and I stepped out. I was just in the shower. 

 9.

She laid there day and night. The days yellow sun warmed through her. The night’s blackness and white moon cooled her completely. Sometimes they would stop to admire her, or she disappeared in the crowd. She could be lucky the sun caught her golden tinge, but mostly she was just one out of many. A force could bring her down in forever darkness, but in the end she always surfaced until something new forged her destiny. She felt she was drifting away in periods of her life, but she always came back home. But I am just a lonely stone.

10.

My greenish eyes gazed into hers, pale blue as a clear winter day. The shorter the distance between us, the more my eyes heeled towards her lips. The lower a couple of shades redder because of all the times she’d dug in her teeth to hide her shyness. That thought made a dimple come forward on my cheek. The coolness around us made her breath show in the air, but I didn’t need it. She was so close I could feel her breath on my skin. I closed the distance between us and met her lips. The perfect first kiss.

11.

My body’s feeling drowsy. My thoughts are still fuzzy. I can’t comprehend much as it feels like everything’s moving too fast. I know how to make this go away. I pour the substance into the cup and fill my lungs with the welcoming smell of it. I know it so well. Slowly to enjoy the full effect as it spreads in my veins, I consume this liquid. And I revel in the familiar feeling. The drowsiness leaves my body, my thoughts becomes sharp and clear. I’m ready to take on this day. The first cup of coffee in the morning.

12.

She closed her eyes and tried not to think about anything else than the darkness. She let it infiltrate her thoughts, making no room for anything else. She let out a deep sigh as she was growing impatient. But she knew it wouldn’t help, on the contrary it would only prolong it. She turned to her stomach in hopes that it would help. Slowly a floating feeling creeped in on her. It was like being in water while a gentle stream enveloped her in its quiet sloshing. It faded as the blackness took over, and dominated. She finally fell asleep.

13.

This was too good to be true. My eyes locked on my prey. My muscles were tense, ready to leap me into the air. My eyes focused and I didn’t blink. For a moment it looked like it would go airborne, but it changed its mind. My muscles twitched, but my quick reflexed stopped them from setting off the ground. In an instant the prey flew through the air. My paws sent my body off and I ran as fast as I could until the perfect moment where I jumped into the air. I caught the ball my human threw.

14.

Deciding to clean the attic, I climb up the stairs and choose a corner to begin with. Minute after minute sped by as I estimate every little objects future. Trash. Give it away. Or keep it. My hands close around an object that’s heavy and elongate. The memories flush through my mind and I involuntary let go of it. The candlestick lands with a thud on the wooden floor. You little bitch, I’ll beat the shit out of you too. He had yelled loudly, and in defense I had grabbed the candlestick and swung it as hard as I could.

15.

I felt the rhythm fill my body. The prelude to the beginning. I swung my head two times to the beat I knew that came before the break in the heavy drums. Two more times and the sung really began. It infiltrated my mind and steered my body like it was a marionette doll. I sang along, but the music was too loud for anyone to hear my voice. My hips and shoulders moved with the beat, though they didn’t follow the same pattern, there was still harmony. As the final beat fell I raised my fist into the air.

16.

Who’s she? She’s the one that holds my hand when I’m sad. Gives me a comforting pat on the shoulder when I’ve failed. Dries my eyes when I’ve cried. Make me stand tall with raised chin after all this. And then share my laughter when everything gets better. She stands on the sideline, cheering for me to finish my goals. Reaching out a hand for me to grab when I’ve slipped and lost balance. Now stands on the top with me. But the best of it all is that I do exactly the same for her. She’s my best friend.

17.

The rhythm underneath me was even and continuous. Three beats, pause, three beats. Smooth and level. It spread throughout my body, my muscles followed the motions and moved as one. The obstacle towered in front of us. Frightening, but alluring. We neared it. We had to match the strides to the perfect takeoff. Holding back a little, assembling the power. His hind legs sent us up into the air. Ascended to the top, it felt like we were handing timeless in the air. And then the descent towards the ground. We had just cleared the final obstacle in the ring.

18.

I tightened my grip around the handle, but then relaxed and took the proper grip. I took the right stance with my body. My fingers wrapped around the string and drew it back to the anchor point just at the corner of my mouth. My eyes locked on the target, and aimed. With a deep breath I relaxed my fingers, my hand falling back, and my shoulders rotated. It felt like an eternity while I waited for it to reach its target though my eyes barely saw the movement through the air. The arrow flew straight into the deer’s heart.

19.

“Please… kill me.” I begged and sank to my knees. I couldn’t do it myself. He didn’t need any excuse. The blade of the knife sank into my chest. It hurt. He withdrew it and ran. I sank to the floor. While the blood poured out of me I thought of her, and if I might see her again. And if not, it was okay too. Knowing this pain had an end was a relief. I felt cold, but it quickly went away. I will always love you. I let the darkness, the nothingness embrace me. Welcomed it and exhaled.

20.

I pulled the jacket further up as I shuddered. My feet knew where to take me. As I did this every day. It was on purpose. There weren’t any small talk, any playing kids, or even running dogs. If I was lucky there was a cat noticing me, but nothing more than that. The peace, the quiet, it was something I needed. The everyday life demanded so much I just wanted to be left alone. But I couldn’t. They were pulling in me from every side, decisions, responsibilities. It never had an ending. That’s why I walk a lonely road.  

21.

The little creature jumped from to the floor, landed softly. You couldn’t hear it unless it was perfectly quiet. The stinging from the claws kneading through the fabric and the skin. But nothing dared to stop it. The weight shifted as the creature walked around itself. Couldn’t decide where to strike down. It thought the right spot was found, but only a second after it decided that wasn’t it, and continued its restless walking around itself. Still feeling the sharp claws, but also the soft paws. Its legs gave in. My cat finally found a comfortable position on my lap. 

22.

Things were said. Things that could never be taken back, no matter how much he wanted to. As he had said them he knew he had hit a nerve. He could see it on her face. Things he had thought, but never thought he would say aloud. But in the moment of rage, and feeling wronged, he had desperately lashed out. She had hurt him so much he wanted her to feel what he felt, but it had a great consequence. He had closed the door and burned the bridge. She wouldn’t let him back in, she couldn’t forgive him.

23.

She looked into his eyes that were so familiar now. The sound of his voice, she would recognize it anywhere. His touch sparked something in her. At first she wasn’t sure what it really was. The warmth started in her chest. Slowly it spread throughout the rest of her body, and became a new power source for her being. This source would drive her till the end of time. The change was so radical, but only took a fraction of a second. Her world revolved around a new center point, and she happily accepted it. She realized she loved him.

24.

At first I wasn’t comfortable. I tensed up, and sent it a glaring look. It almost felt like it returned it. Walking back and forth it as I took a better look at this thing. This was both literally and figuratively speaking. When it wasn’t in my sight it was in my mind. I tried to approach this, accept it, and allow it. I just needed time to look at it from a distance. Then slowly I could get near it one step at a time. Until I stood right in front of it. I got used to the unfamiliar.