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Flash Fic Month 2014 Highlights

Journal Entry: Thu Jul 31, 2014, 8:42 PM

This was my third year participating in FFM, but my very first year writing all 31 stories in 31 days. Maybe next year I'll do all the challenges... maybe. xp Twelve out of fifteen ain't bad. And over 15K words written isn't anything to sneeze at, either. All in all, I am feeling very satisfied with myself right now.

Strangely, I feel prouder with last year's output. I think my creativity that year was higher... this July has been a particularly stressful month. Still, I made some new stories of which to be proud. Like...
Darla the Dragon Tries to DecieveDarla the Dragon was lonely.
Dragons do not get along with each other. They all like treasure so much, that they can’t trust other dragons around their piles and piles of gold. So Darla didn’t have any dragon friends.
Humans are scared of dragons. A long time ago, a dragon did bad things like steal sheep and eat some village girls, and it made humans think all dragons were bad. That’s called stereotyping. So Darla didn’t have any human friends.
Dwarfs never came out of their tunnels, and they smell like mold. So Darla didn’t have any dwarf friends.
So Darla decided to post an ad on Craigslist.
“I want a Friend,” she titled it. And in the post she wrote:
“I am a princess. I want a friend who will like my collection of gold and jewels, but not steal them. Must not be afraid of dragons. Must not be smelly.”
But Darla wasn’t a princess. She had more gold and jewels than a princess, but she was still a dragon.
The next day, Darla g
Possibly my favorite piece of the year.
LoveGeneral Pain considered the merits of a bionic gas mask as he swept the fire extinguisher over his bed. But first, he would need to get a new bed. He could not properly cogitate evil science without at least eight hours of sleep each night.
Behind him cowered a hunchbacked figure with tentacles for arms. “Master,” he whimpered. “The experiment is unstable!”
“I realize that, Adolf,” General Pain snapped.
“Even its feces are explosive. One of my clones was killed by the shrapnel of the litterbox!”
They both looked down at the small, furry creature that had ignited the bed. It was now perched on top of a dresser, purring and licking its paw.
“But it’s just so cute,” General Pain sighed. “How do you expect me to put down Heir Fuzzyboots?”
“I will do it, Master,” Adolf said, a little too eagerly. “I can modify a dungeon cell into a gassing chamber. It won’t feel a thing.”
General Pain
  The Customer Service StinksMaking it in the big city was turning out to be a lot more difficult than he expected. Billy Bob knew that it was risky, challenging a supervillain, but he was desperate. He had managed to evade the mansion’s defenses, including the sawblades, killer robot, and genetically engineered land-piranhas. He had a large slash in his wifebeater for his troubles, and he had broken out into a nasty sweat, but he felt proud of himself. He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and cocked his shotgun before ringing the bell.
And he waited.
After a couple minutes, he was about to kick the door in, when opened and revealed a lederhosen-clad hunchback with tentacles for arms. “May I help you?”
Billy Bob directed his shotgun at the appropriate angle. “I’ve come to see General Pain.”
“Ah, yes, of course. May I offer you a drink while you wait?”
“Do I look stupid?” he sneered. Never trust a drink given to you by a supervillain (or their minion). O
The FugitiveThe Cerberus patrolled the border of the underworld faithfully. None of the fated souls within could escape its watch. Certainly, there were a few reprobates who managed to claw their way back up the mortal realm, but they did not stay up there for long. Cerberus always found its man, so to speak. It hefted one nose into the fiery air and sniffed the trail of one such escapee…
General Pain was loathe to admit his faux pas. He’d found the Cerberus in June and enticed it back to his fortress using magic charms. Collaring the beast had cost him four henchmen. It made for an intimidating guard dog, but its heart clearly wasn’t committed to the task. It kept trying to escape… it broke free by the end of summer, leaving a massive hole in his wall.
The Cerberus became obsessed with its fugitive. It pursued across continents and planes of reality with zealous fury. Yet it always evaded it. Months became years became centuries, yet its quarry became impossible to

The return of last year's emotionally-imbalanced supervillain, our old friend General Pain.
Zen Insurance“I’m telling you, that was a fairy!” Peter pointed at the crater in his windshield.
“No way, man! That’s impossible! Fairies don’t exist!”
“Then how to you explain the glitter?”
Frank and Peter looked more closely at the pulp which had imbedded itself into the spiderweb of cracks in glass. Indeed, there was a certain sparkle to it. Tiny white flecks which had been armor carved out of human teeth were also mixed into the glistening carnage. Peter didn’t know how it had happened. One minute, they were driving serenely down the highway, belting out the lyrics to Zeppelin’s cover of Scarborough Fair, and the next, chaos. After he got the vehicle back under control, Peter pulled over and called his insurance company.
“Indeed, it is a fairy,” said a figure behind them. His voice had a calm, gentle demeanor to it, even as he was shouting over the rush of passing traffic. They turned to behold a frail, bald man in bl

The mundane life in a fantastic world.
Mrs. DavidFenton David stepped through the door and heard Roxanne weeping. Their home was a modest affair with a living room, kitchen, and two bedrooms (the smaller of which was currently being used as his studio). There was no such thing as privacy, but for newlyweds in their third week of marriage, it was paradise. It was disconcerting, then, to hear his bride lamenting so loudly in their paradise. Fenton had that stomach-lurching sensation of knowing this could only be very bad news.
“Honey?” he sat down beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder. She did not shy away. “What’s wrong?”
Roxanne looked up at him with a red, swollen face. How long had she been crying? Her whole body trembled. “I haven’t been totally honest with you about who I am.”
“Okaaaaaay,” Fenton bit his lip. Being a comic book artist, he had an active imagination. Though ridiculous, his mind automatically jumped to possibilities of her being an alien or in witnes

A new werewolf romance story set in Phoenix's universe, though featuring completely new characters...
Strive to Survive“No, no!” snarled the werewolf of gold and silver. A blur of motion, he wrapped his claws around the female’s wrists and yanked them lower. “Don’t be so concerned with guarding your face, Austin. Keep your defenses over your heart. If you’re so concerned with keeping pretty, you shouldn’t be joining the Order in the first place.”
Like curtains being drawn, the female’s black muzzle revealed a flash of teeth, but she complied with the instructions. Few were brazen enough to accuse Reilly Austin of vanity, though the man in front of her could beat her half to death and she would probably end up thanking him. Robert “Hatchet” Hackett was a legend amongst the soldiers of the Order. Hell, he had set the standard for the Order post-World War Two. She had been hunting for the Order for a year, now, and a near-disaster taking on a band of vampires, she realized she still had much to learn. Thankfully, he had chosen her un

And another worldbuilding story for Phoenix's family and packmates.
The In-Laws“What were you thinking!?” Andy heard his mother scream at his father-in-law. Oh, no…
Zeus regarded Samantha with mild amusement. “I was thinking doves were so mundane. My mortal daughter is only going to have one wedding,” (Andy felt a flash of lightning come from the glance Zeus gave him. Warning received!) “and it’s going to be the wedding of the twenty-first century. This wedding will be the stuff of legend!”
Andy picked himself up off the ground and surveyed the damage to the ballroom. His bride was hacking at a wayward tentacle which had refused to follow the rest of the body back into the Pit from Whence It Came. (Thankfully, the satyrs had sewn her wedding dress out of indestructible fabric, and adorned it with golden chainmail. A run through a washing machine would clear out the slime and it would be as good as new.) Not a single table was still standing; those that had not been wrecked had been overturned by Andy’s family

She's a modern girl. Her father's a Greek god. And it's her wedding day.
DiscoveryJames found the ebony-skinned figure in the lab, as usual, and slumped down on the stool beside her. As the room automatically brightened for human eyes, his St’nan companion pulled the hood up over her head. The outpost had been designed to balance the needs of both species, but sometimes, compromises needed to be made. Generally, the outpost’s lights illuminated at Earth norm, though the St’nan preferred much darker environs. But the gravity was set to their comfort level, which was about nine-tenths of Earth’s. Most of the outpost was lined with wood-like biomatter which generated fresh oxygen, though the lab was constructed of sterile white plastics. Jim reached for the controls and manually returned them to the previous setting. He wasn’t in the mood for bright lighting.
“Things go not well between you and Isabelle?” his companion asked.
“What do you think?” he asked, and then deliberately changed the subject. “Whatcha go

A new science fiction story featuring my alien race, the St'nans.
What If...?Bolivar Trask hoped his words properly expressed the urgent need of his Sentinel program to the senators in the committee, but he could see by the slack-jawed, glassy expressions that few were taking him seriously. His voice echoed through the large room (disrupted only by the odd cough or whir of recording machinery for posterity), but the words did not seem to sink in. More content seemed to be going into a corpulent senator’s yawn.
“Gentlemen, please!” Trask was on the verge of getting down on his knees and begging. “If we don’t act soon, these mutants will overtake the human race!”
One senator, who had been quiet up til now, finally spoke. “So what?”
Trask was taken aback. “I beg your pardon?”
“These… mutants are our children. Our brothers, our sisters. It doesn’t sound to me like we’re being conquered… we are becoming.”
There was a murmur throughout the crowd. “But what abo

A very satisfying X-Men fanfic.
The GroanerThe two clowns peered around the corner, at the boarded-up carriage. Faded, flaking paint revealed dry timber in the cart’s construction, but the iron framework looked secure enough. It had been a long time since anyone had dared to put any maintenance into the transport for the circus’s secret shame. For once, it was not rocking. Whatever lay inside was either eating, or asleep.
“So what do you think is in there?” Franco the Funny asked.
“Dunno,” said Blondzo. “But considering they have to get Strongman Sam to feed it, probably nothing I want to get too close to.”
“Come on, where’s your sense of adventure?” Franco asked.
“What makes you think I have one?”
“You ran away to join the circus.”
Franco had him there.
“Legend has it that it used to be our bearded lady. One day, she accidentally sat on the fortune teller, and the gypsy used her last breath to put a curse on her.”
Blondzo roll

And I regret nothing.

And if those aren't enough for you, check out some more great pieces by my fellow Flashers!
InertiaThe song changes from “Running With The Devil” by Van Halen to “Icarus (Borne On Wings of Steel)” by Kansas.  Brandon Ashbury’s feet thunder against the ground, the sky a powdery blue and baby pink. Enraptured by the gilded light that glimmers through the sinewy sycamore trees, their branches perfectly interwoven with the horizon, he runs effortlessly down the deserted streets.  Truth be told, for the first time since the beginning of freshman year, he feels weightless.  His shoes padding against the pavement, heart beating rhythmically in his chest, he pushes himself to go faster.  
“Here I’ll live and die with my wings in the sky, And I won’t come down no more.”  Brandon mimes.  He has always been inspired by the voice of Steve Walsh and now is no exception.  He shoots forward and, for a split seconds, feels like he can fly.  He’s free.  But without warning the feeling fa
The Trouble with Tybalt    “What light through yonder window breaks?
    It’s life, Jim, but not as we know it.”
    “Beautiful,” whispered Splirda from the front row, dabbing a tissue to her eye with one of her many facial gnathopods. “He may be young, but I doubt there’s been such a moving performance since Lemon Nimrod originally took to the stage a thousand years ago.”
    Splurg leaned forward, peering through his thick omnifocals. “I don’t get it,” he grumped. “Who’s that guy? What’s going on? Why is that battleturret made of plywood?”
    Splirda sighed, exasperated. “That’s Romulo. He’s in deeply in love with Juliet, but they can’t be together because a Montagen and she’s a Capulet: Montag II is stuck in a bitter war with planet Capule, much to the consternation of the U
Medusa in Therapy“I wouldn’t say my childhood was bad,” Medusa started as she took a seat on the push red couch. “My mother always gave me everything I needed. And if I wanted it, she would move heaven and earth to get it for me. And being a gorgon, she could. One little stare from her and no one could refuse her. No, my mother truly loved me more than anything else in the world.”
She turned over on the couch so she was resting on her belly and drape her arms over the sides. “My father? He was never in the picture. My mom said he was just too cold of a man with a heart made of stone. He’d never have been a good father, so I don’t really miss him in anyway.
“To be honest, doc, it’s the lack of friends that really bothered me. Evey time I’d go out, track down a group of kids having fun, and try to join in their games, they’d get all stiff and not talk to me.” Several of the snakes that made up her hair twisted around and rubbed
Inspector Wolf    The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
    Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
    Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
    She’d been expec
Poison ColorToto the Robo-Dog leapt up on Jim's shoulders and with his steel teeth attached the tube of the new Infinity Pack to Jim's nape. "Is it comfortable?" Toto inquired. Even his bark sounded metallic. Jim couldn't get used to it, how it felt to wake up and feel stainless steel instead of curly fur beneath his hand. Toto had a heating function, but it just wasn't the same.
"Comfortable?" Jim mumbled. "I'm hooked up to this goddamn machine forever. Feels like it's sucking the beejeezus outta me. Is this any way to live?"
"It's life, Jim," Toto barked, "but not as we know it." Great, Jim thought. Why did his dog have to be such a wise-ass?
Jim's big brother Remy had died of cancer years ago, and it had killed their parents. So right at the very beginning of the Neotechnological Revolution, the empty husks of Jim's parents had been among the first proponents of accelerated proactive life support, a.k.a. the Infinity Pack. Hook up a child to this baby and he'd never so much as sneeze. The Pack

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British-Prophetess Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the fave! ^^

And I hope everything is going well with you regarding FFM :)
JZLobo Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
So far so good! I'm trying to get something done for all 31 days this year!!
GaugespaceGraphix Featured By Owner Jul 2, 2014  Professional General Artist
Guess who's back, back again.
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JZLobo Featured By Owner Jul 2, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
The Ghostbusters?
GaugespaceGraphix Featured By Owner Jul 3, 2014  Professional General Artist
The guy who's G1 prime you colored. :P
JZLobo Featured By Owner Jul 3, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I knew that. ;)
segaman4 Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2014
Hello! Long time no see. Just dropped by to say hi.
EurekaTrollcat Featured By Owner Jun 25, 2014  New member Hobbyist General Artist
You're welcome! I actually might have been watching you earlier (as KateVunza, an account I just got permanently locked out of for both forgetting my password and permanently losing my e-mail account -- don't ask how THAT happened), but thanks for the thanks!
JZLobo Featured By Owner Jun 25, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Oh, damn. That sucks.
Wolfman101 Featured By Owner Jun 8, 2014
Booo....been 4 years
JZLobo Featured By Owner Jun 8, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Yes it has. I remember you. Welcome back!
Wolfman101 Featured By Owner Jun 12, 2014
hehe im back and with some talent for the arts. i might post some of my trials with my bamboo pad on here, feel free to observe.
JZLobo Featured By Owner Jun 12, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Good! I'll drop by your page once in a while.
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JZLobo Featured By Owner Jun 8, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Oh yeah, what prompted this?
MZies Featured By Owner May 28, 2014  Hobbyist Filmographer
Quick question, I don't know if you'd know the answer, but it's been bugging me.

If an admin was to cyber bully ((I'm not relating to EF btw)); like call names, take away their liberty to comment, not let them submit stuff, suspend their account all because they just don't like them. If another admin was to find out and want to take precaution against this other admin, what would happen? 

I don't know much about the admins of dA, obviously.
And I don't know about other stuff either like the star or the medal next to the name.
JZLobo Featured By Owner May 28, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
deviantArt is a business. It exists to make money by selling premium memberships, add space, and merchandise. As such, the admins have to conduct themselves in a professional manner. That precludes immature behavior such as bullying. And, if, somehow, one of the admins were to somehow go off the deep end and flip out, then the other administrators would reel him back in. Bottom line though, is it doesn't happen. They don't let just anybody be an admin on this site.
MZies Featured By Owner May 28, 2014  Hobbyist Filmographer
Ah, okay. Thank you.
JZLobo Featured By Owner May 28, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I hope I've helped you better understand the issue. You're not doing your friend any favors by supporting him, you know. Real friends don't let friends get away with stupidity. They keep friends grounded in reality. If you really wanted to help him, you won't entertain his stupid behavior and help him stop making such a fool of himself online.

Happy trails.
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