Friday Fictioneers – It Burns

Friday Fictioneers is brought to you each week by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who leads our band of merry writers, in weekly photo-prompt flash fiction. You can find other 100-word stories on Rochelle’s blog, Addicted to Purple. Join us, or just enjoy the wide variety of stories.  ** Please leave a comment. I welcome constructive feedback. Play nice.

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PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

In the distance, flashlights race and bob heading toward the light. They are too late in their rush to judgment. I have already passed sentence. This fire burns to cleanse the inner demons. I will incinerate them all—those hell-bound thoughts which howl and gnaw within. I take each poisonous self-infliction: WORTHLESS, HOPELESS, PATHETIC, and toss it, another log on the fire. From the dust, I will rise anew.

10 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – It Burns

    1. Thank you. I am surprised you found it. I was unable to post it to the page because I missed a deadline I did not even know existed! Apparently you have to publish BEFORE Friday to take part. So, you got exceptionally lucky to see this at all. The universe aligned for that one moment. (Author pauses to admire the serendipity.) You may continue breathing now.

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  1. Kirizar, I think they’re going to be too late to help him. He seems set on destroying himself with his demons. It was apparently a case where no one saw it coming. Unless, maybe I interpreted it wrong. Well written with good description. 🙂 —Susan

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  2. I left it ambiguous, is it a person committing suicide or just eradicating thoughts? I think the only problem with it being the latter, is the first sentence. What would the flashlights be? The psychiatrists coming with their truth sabers?

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