The Debate

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It was the most acrimonious meeting of the Neighbourhood Association that anyone could remember. It was even worse that the one where the “foreign” family broke protocol and used cooking ingredients not on the “approved list,” for the annual Founder’s Day picnic.

“It breaks with tradition, and we all know how important tradition is,” Margery Cooke said authoritatively as others nodded in agreement.

“But times are changing,” Mable Hunt retorted, to applause of as few of the more progressive members.

“Well that might be all well and good over in Highland Park, but it won’t wash here in Pleasant Acres,” Margery countered.

In the end there was a very tense vote, and with the breaking of tradition the motion passed by the margin of three votes. Times were indeed changing in Pleasant Acres and the hanging baskets on Main Street were going to feature purple rather than red petunias this year. It was quite the coup.


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Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #120

Faction

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It was with dissatisfaction

That the losing faction

Started packing up their things to go

Their discontent became a rage

That to the whole world they did show

Calmer minds and tempers now

Let us hope are in control


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Weekend Writing Prompt #193 – Faction in 39 words

Democracy

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Seemingly past its prime, its steps well worn

Giving the appearance sad – forlorn

But democracy’s not dead – not quite yet

Though its recent path has left some regret

But we who believe in higher things

Trust in a public voice

Above tyrants or kings

So while its been battered

And some questioned its repute

The will of the people

Shall not be mute


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Fallen

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Majestic once, you towered high

Reaching arrogantly to the sky

But your vanity proved a lie

For you in the wind tumbled

And you now rot where you lie

There are those that greatness claim

If they don’t see this lesson

They have only themselves to blame


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The Victor


Donny had never really taken life to seriously.  He had been the class clown in high school and coasted through college with an art degree which he admitted was based on work that was derivative at best, or just throwing colour randomly on canvas.  He got himself a job at a gallery by connections with a girl he had dated in college and lost it about as fast as he lost her.  So how could he now be standing in front of a cheering crowd as their mayor? He had only registered as a candidate as a drunken dare.


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Flash Fiction Challenge: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about something a character never dreamed would happen.

One More Coal

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“Things are panning out just as I planned,” Dr. Notorious said.  “Racial unrest has been heightened, and that wonderful virus as divided people over social distancing, and mask-wearing.  And now a few well-placed fake voting boxes, and a few cut cables in the system, and all will be ready to bring about my revolution of chaos.   It will take just one more coal and all will be ready for me to arrive and take control.”

His henchman, Boris nodded and leaned over to toss a coal into the fire. 

“It was a metaphor, you fool, a metaphor!”

 

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FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER

Patriot

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I have served my society

Risked life and prepared for war

Been ready to put all on the line

While you mock the oath I swore

I feel quite uncomfortable

With the thing you ask of me

The breaking of the law

In the name of “liberty”

You claim to be a patriot

But I see your colours true

The only colour that you serve

Is the one that best serves you

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London Fog

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“I thought the fogs were a thing of the past,” Harry said.

“Well, technically they are.  The legislation from the 50s onwards has limited the use of coal, and the smog and fog,  north of the Thames is much less than it used to be,” the tour guide said as they approached Westminster.

“Then what is all this?” Melissa piped in.

“Oh, the Tories are unveiling a new policy today,” the guide said.  “That always creates fog and confusion.”

 

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Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #82

 

 

Half Truths and Prevarication

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The way to control your people

Is to lie and then lie again

Make the lies so huge and colossal

That there’s no doubt that they could be pretend*

 

And then when you think you’ve got them

Half truths and prevarications extend

Be it a Dachau or Oswiecim

On people’s hopes and fears depend**

 

If you want to convince your people

Of your need to go to war

Tell them that mass destruction awaits them

In 45 minutes  – not a moment more

 

Remind the public often

They live in a democracy

Where everyone’s free and equal –

Just maybe – not as much as thee

 

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*The Big Lie

**Doublespeak

^”Work Makes You Free” A Doublespeak