Beyond the Veil #Friday Fictioneers

This is how it’s done: you tear the veil from the pointless rituals holding you back like crumbling concrete before the flood.  You rise up and shake off the water – listening as the world rushes in like the sound of your ears popping.  You press your palms against the lid and push, flinging the white roses aside, petals flying like shingles in a hurricane.  Then you grasp the table and upend it – smiling as the sympathy cards scatter like doves from a gunshot.
You feel gravity lose its hold, and you’re free of the clouds at last.


Taking a bit of a risk for my story this week, but life is about pushing the limits.    Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.

I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer.  The weekly photo that inspired this story is below:


About glossarch

The word "glossarch" doesn't exist. At least, not yet. But let's pretend it does for a second. The first part is "gloss," a word that comes to us from Ancient Greek via Latin and English. It means "language." The second part also comes from Ancient Greek and can mean "having power over." So "glossarch" means simply "language controller." So what am I doing making up words? Well, I made up an entire language once. It's called Angosey. So I'm the Glossarch of Angosey. I'm currently a doctorate student in volcano seismology (a branch of geophysics). I enjoy writing fiction and poetry, launching balloons, programming, and hanging out with my lovely wife! Follow me on Twitter! Writing and language creation: @glossarch Balloons and science: @bovineaerospace
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13 Responses to Beyond the Veil #Friday Fictioneers

  1. Danny. I an completely blown away by your post!! I am going through an agonizing mourning right now for the house, the farm & everything they stood for but your words capture my feelings. And it’s pouring rain down right now!

  2. Mystikel says:

    This is a great flash. I like that deliberate pattern of similes, each unique and creative in itself. Kind of taking those rules of what you’re not supposed to do and upending them too. Congratulations on your poems being published!

  3. I enjoyed this very much. Indeed upending of old ways of doing things.

  4. Danny, I love the feeling of breaking out, getting out from under, although at first, the pressing the palms against the lid made me feel you were going in a rising-from-the-coffin scenario. 🙂 I really like the feel this a lot.


    • glossarch says:

      Believe it or not, that’s what I was originally going with. A soul rising from the body at a funeral, and rampaging out the door. Whether or not any of the mourners noticed is of course another story.

  5. Dear Danny,

    I loved the line “like shingles in a hurricane.” Picturesque and evocative.



  6. This is really amazing stuff, Danny! Descriptive, words you can feel. Nice!

  7. rgayer55 says:

    I enjoyed your tale of kicking off the shackles that bind us and breaking free. We all get that desire from time to time. Nice choice of words.

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