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Cravings of a Kraken

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This is a flash fiction piece that I wrote. Every Friday is #flashfriday on twitter & I started participating to force myself  into the habit of  writing every week. It’s challenging to write a story of 1000 words or less but also fun. It forces you to pick words carefully & throw out junk. I thought I would post it here as well:

With a growl of frustration Cupid paced the room. Bored out of his mind & it wasn’t for the lack of trying. He’d even implied to his mother that Hera had called her plump; she’d merely laughed & continued to flirt with her newest conquest.

“Bored, bored, bored!” he stomped about the room in a tizzy; he threw a stack of papers from his desk & watched them flutter to ground. Flopping into the chaise, he sighed dramatically.  From the corner his eye, he spotted what looked like a fish.  “Hello, what’s this?” as he walked across the room. Indeed it was a fish, a trout more specifically, with a scrawled note pinned to the head.

He prodded & sniffed the fish, it seemed fresh. “Let me see about this note,” ripping it off.  Scanning the first few lines, he danced in the air while laughing.

***

The note sent was by a kraken, not just any kraken but Poseidon’s.  When the sea-god grew bored or desired a new female conquest, he’d send word to the oracle that a “sacrifice” was required or impending doom would be implied.

Hence, a nubile maiden would be tied, left upon the shore; Damon, the kraken, would swim up, squawk, splash around and “eat” her. In reality, he carted her off safely to Poseidon. This racket had been going on for years without a hitch.

Damon hadn’t asked for anything in return, it never occurred to him. Until one day, he desired to settle down, woo a female and have wee krakens. This was when he’d made a terrible discovery- he wasn’t considered a desirable mate. Too small- that was what they’d all said.

When the last female had wriggled her tentacles in laughter and swam off, he hunted down the best catch he could find and attached the note.  Summing it up, it read something like this;

Cupid,

I’m lonely. I need a mate but I’m too small. I’d like a maiden. Not to eat. For love. Please help me.

Sincerely,

Damon (A kraken)

(I found a fish, the best one. Please accept, thank you. Oh, please don’t tell my master, he’d be mad.)

***

Kore couldn’t believe her luck. “Why me?” she wondered. She was a good citizen, obeyed her father and even had agreed to marry Midas, in spite of his old age, happy hands and obsession with gold.

As the tide moved in, she imagined throttling the oracle. “Stupid oracle, stupid curse, stupid monster!”  Trying to loosen the bonds, without luck, she kicked the sand and screamed.

Swimming closer, Damon could see and hear her. “Oh my, where did she learn those words?” he wondered.  She was, pretty, for a human he supposed. Something was different about her, he pondered and continued closer.

With the kraken approaching, Kore racked her brain for a plan. Nothing. Well, if she was on the menu, she’d at least put up a fight. “Bring it on,” she thought.

As he was wrapping his tentacles around her, she bit him. Damon screeched in pain. No one had fought back before and in surprise, released her.

The two, woman and beast, looked intently at each other. Kore didn’t want eaten and Damon couldn’t return to his master without her. An old woman hobbled towards them, cackling.

“Greetings, from Cupid,” she rasped and remembering the past week, smiled a toothy leer. From his perch in Mt. Olympus, Cupid shuddered; he remembered the week all too well.  Who knew the old woman would have such stamina?

Reaching into her robes, she proffered a vile of bubbling liquid.  Handing it to Kore, she shuffled away before any questions could be asked. Free from her bonds, Kore tossed the bubbling liquid at Damon. Writhing, he began to transform.

***

Standing before her, Damon.  Although considered small as a kraken, as a man he was a giant.  Curious tattoos covered his body, where tentacles had previously been. Suddenly shy, Kore approached, poked him and stepped back.

Damon was still figuring out the new sensations of being human. He wiggled his toes; fingers and when the female touched him, a strange emotion stirred him.  Uncertain, he reached forward and touched her hair.

Kore shivered when his fingers brushed against her face. Wanting to feel repulsed, instead she blushed at the thoughts that formed in her mind. It didn’t help that his nude form illuminated in the moonlight.  As she tried to cast these thoughts aside, Cupid decided this was an opportune moment to launch an arrow. Not of love, rather a suggestion.

“Oh,” she exclaimed as the arrow struck her. Just at that moment, Damon fell forward on awkward legs and they both tumbled to the ground. Bosom heaving, Kore pulled Damon closer for a kiss.

***

Cupid fell out of his chair laughing as he heard Poseidon storm the halls. “Zeus!” the sea-god bellowed.  Pandemonium swept throughout Mt. Olympus as the brothers began to shout. “At last,” thought Cupid, ‘some excitement.”

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Written by katirra

January 30, 2010 at 6:36 pm

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  1. I just discovered this, Katirra. Have you mentioned this post to the group?

    Lori

    February 1, 2010 at 8:16 pm

    • I thought I did but when I tried posting my internet was off/on all day. I resubmitted it today. Thank you for reminding me 🙂

      katirra

      February 2, 2010 at 12:05 am


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