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    Past Contest Flash Fiction Contest #29 - 'The World's Biggest Ball of Yarn'

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Flash Fiction Contest Archives' started by Lilly James Haro, Dec 22, 2015.

    The theme for Flash Fiction Contest #29 is "The World’s Biggest Ball of Yarn” which was chosen by previous winner @Chained. Remember the word limit is 150-450 words and all entries must be posted anonymously in this thread by 6:00 pm EST February 6th. Make sure to include the number of words and any warnings. You can also make your entry private simply by clicking more functions before posting, and click the box that makes the post viewable by "Members Only."
     
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    Less than a week to go guys! Remember to enter!

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    Maybe some images will stimulate story ideas. I found some funny ones.
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    A Long Yarn (450 words)

    No more rock rolling for Sisyphus—he’d just walked away. All things considered, being sentenced to an eternity of ‘shoulder to the boulder’ is not the bind it once was. Who’d know? He’d outlived his judge, jailers and the myth-scribes. So off he limped, rested for a few millennia, feet up, let his muscles soften up and pondered. Pondered his newfound boredom and loneliness—and how that of doing naught and of seeing no-one ate away at him more than his prior punishment.

    So he set off the next sunrise to put right his predicament and he soon chanced on Daphne. Her time in hiding in the guise of a laurel tree had ended when an aide of Apollo’s outed and delivered her to the god’s feet as the lushest wreath. She told Sisyphus that on returning to her nymph form, she’d refused Apollo his way and as a consequence was sentenced to threading the Golden Fleece into a yarn—for as long as it took. Her storytelling, as alluring as a siren’s song and usurped only by her beauty, beguiled and bewitched Sisyphus. In the shadow of the golden ball she’d wound, which was by now as big as a hill, he made an advance on her, a clumsy advance.

    ‘Sisyphus, you are no patch on Apollo, even him I’ve spurned and to him I am locked, you’re a criminal by past accounts too! Why I’d only talk to you by seashell if it were attached to the end of this yarn and you’d taken it to its extent and even then-so, pulled it tight. Such is the distance I’d want you from me.’ With that Daphne went silent and back to her task.

    Wounded by her rejection he coiled the thread about his wrist and left. Over his forte of high mountain and traipsing through the deepest rivers he went. Across sea and through the underworld he threaded himself; the yarn tight about his wrist but always loose from thereon. To save his mind from madness he counted his paces and focused on the hope of Daphne accepting him for his trouble.

    It was a day unknown many penances and 66,000,000 steps later that the golden string gave some resistance. So weary, so tired, he wished it not a snag. It wasn’t. Some paces more to draw some tension. At last, his commitment fulfilled, he eagerly attached a sea snail’s shell to the yarn.

    ‘Hello,’ he whispered into the shell.

    ‘Hello,’ came a voice. Not from the shell but from behind. Sisyphus turned, it was Daphne with smiles, eyes of acceptance and of admiration. The fleece—gone, a golden thread ran from her, around the world and back to where—they kissed.
     
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    The Ball of Yarn (201 words)

    Cold winds swirled though the empty streets of Aberlon. Winter had come suddenly; taking many by surprise. Farmers and cattle froze in the fields. Wives and children cuddled under blankets, tears turning to ice on their frigid faces.

    A lone boy could stand in the cold. He was bundled with coat after coat; until he doubled in size. He was small, but he was their only hope.

    “Go,” urged the people. “Save us.”

    The boy was terrified. Surely he would freeze. But he had to go. He walked the frozen roads for days and days. He found scraps, anything that could be rolled in his ever growing ball. He pushed and shoved until it grew far beyond his bundled body. He struggled and shouted as his shivering bones ached to move the mound.

    He made it. He came home chilled to the bone with his big ball of yarn. He rushed door to door; banging and screaming. “I’m home,” he called.

    There was no answer. The town of Aberlon was silent but for his cries. He ran for his mother, cradling her icy bones; her crystal skin. He wept for her, his tears creating an icy cocoon, morphing him to stone.
     
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    Apologies but due to a small mix up between the other contests, this competition will be extended for another week. Please be sure to enter!

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    I liked both your stories @Electralight and @SethLoki.:agreed:
     
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