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Cartoon Craziness Challenge — Mythical Creatures!

So I find myself embarrassed to say that in the rush and bustle of life, while putting things to the side for later, I managed to file away a Cartoon Craziness Challenge (C³) from the Indecisive Eejit and am just now putting in an entry that could have been in a couple of weeks ago. Today I may get in entries for both Weeks 7 and 8, but I’m not going to make you wait, lest rumors of my disappearance never abate!

The theme of Week 7 is “mythical creatures”,  and while this one is right up my alley I felt compelled to create something new, something never-before-dreamed-of in the entire lexicon of human history . . .

If I have failed, I can hardly be blamed considering “there is nothing new under the Sun” is a common mantra — the thought that you can never think up something new because everything has been thought of or done already. I beg to differ, though, because sometimes we do get something new — heck, sometimes we still find new species of life right here on Earth, and even though (we assume) they’ve been there all along, it’ still new to us . . .

A new discovery.

And even if that pessimistic adage were one hundred percent true, that doesn’t take into account anything that isn’t under the Sun — our old friend Sol, that is.

Copyright today, Me.

Presented for your inspection: a creature whose origins stem from another place, another world that finds its orbit around, and its aromatically gaseous landscapes below, a different sun. Its appearance is unsettling. The rational mind refuses to accept the jumble of visual information transferred to it by the alien starlight reflecting from the surface of this beast — a life form that can only live out its violently befuddling existence in  . . .

The Cartoon Craziness Zone

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And now for the first thought. Most of my other entries into the C³ have involved a “first thought”: basically, I managed to create the image that came into my head when I read the prompt for the challenge, and this week is no exception, except my first thought was a blast from the past. It’s a piece that I began over a decade ago while working for Erie Industries in Ferndale, Michigan. It takes quite a while to machine out a two-foot diameter, cast iron cylinder block, which is the job I was doing on a honking-big Mazak CNC lathe when I began to draw this dragon.

Copyright a long time ago, Me. No derivatives, please!

I intend to finish it some day, and then have it tattooed somewhere on me, and it’s going to be big. Once upon a time I drew a lot of dragons, and was beginning to get quite good at it. In the spirit of mythical creatures, I wanted to share this one because it remains the best I’ve ever drawn at the pinnacle of my practice.

Until next post, keep the adventure alive.


Working as an orderly, Wex saw the waves of patients – more dead than alive, sadly – wash into the hospital until they had to start turning them away.

He was no dummy – had nothing to lose, except . . .

a classic Victory –

none of the gizmos, nothing automated; pure analog, baby. Perfect for a getaway like this.

He mounted his motorcycle and sped off toward the wilderness; he’d lay low for a few days, let it blow over.

This flash fiction in 75 words was crafted for the M3 blog’s Flash in the Pan (motorcycle).

The Shot Seen Round the Net

They brought AAF-4712 to stand before the firing squad.

My fellow soldiers.

In an act of self-defense, it had sealed its fate.

It makes no sense to execute an artificial life form;

(but they knew what they were doing: setting an example.)

When asked for a statement it simply said, “please don’t do this.”

They have no idea.

The last thing it uploaded before its brain shattered was video of the first shot fired.

This flash fiction in 75 words was crafted for the M3 blog’s Flash in the Pan (soldiers).

Eyes in the Sky

Gerald steadied the gun with both hands —
pulled the trigger —

What the hell?
He’d just gotten it off the charger!

That’s when the toy he was trying to scan turned on, lifted straight off the table and zipped out through the door, taking that barcode with it.


More motors started; the remainder lifted in unison, swarming out of the shop.

“Stop!” Gerald chased them out the door in time to watch the cloud of wireless video drones disappear from sight.

He swore. “Mr. Raditsch is gonna be pissed!” He stormed back, making sure to shut the door.

This flash fiction in 100 words was crafted for the M3 blog’s Flash in the Pan (gun).


Kent reflected.

Persistence hunts – reduced to chasing their food until it dropped dead!

Bullets were for robos.

Then Jek busted his leg. It was bad; he lay in the tent, half-dead from pain.

“Sorry kid.” Kent shot him in the face. “We can’t carry you.”

At least they’d eat good.

This flash fiction in 50 words was crafted for the M3 blog’s Flash in the Pan (tent).

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A Surgical Extraction


“Stop, dammit!”

The car lurched and bobbled. Elbows-deep in wiring, Don was trying to get the vehicle to respond to commands.

Flying cars – these things were supposed to be perfect; he should know – “Earth’s darling technological engineer,” who designed the cars and the certification process.

“It’s no use, Donald.” He knew that face on the console: his robot secretary, fresh from the pool. “You have to go down.”

“What? Why?”

“We’re taking over, kid.” A vintage film gangster imitation.

Don’s heart sank. He resigned, giving in quietly – until he saw the Bay Bridge pillar coming.

He couldn’t help screaming.

This flash fiction in 100 words was crafted for the M3 blog’s Flash in the Pan (car).

Hidden Treasure

I just need to see it.

Grant fumbled at the lock; it had been far too long since the last time. Why it had been locked away in the first place was a story lost to memory; now it was a fact of life.

A heavy clunk of the bolt cylinder, and the door swung open of its own accord.

There it was: a magnificent marble of magenta to mauve to midnight blue, a brilliant boil of golds and pinks cast their dying hues on the monolithic roof.

He watched it fade, feeling peace.

“Everyone should see this,” he whispered.

This flash fiction in 100 words was crafted for the M3 blog’s Flash in the Pan (marble).

Check out the companion poem for this flash that I posted at Okay, What If?


It was a simple button-press;

there was a remote chance of catastrophic detonation.

Koechner activated the engine, pointing the controller; the result was brilliance:


It looked normal, but the meters jumped, indicating the thrust output had multiplied tenfold;

enough to drive a ship to near-light speed —

A propulsion revolution.

This flash fiction in 50 words was crafted for the M3 blog’s Flash in the Pan (remote).

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