Flash: Brimstone Orange

By Livia Llewellyn

Read by Christiana Ellis

Midnight found her kneeling in grass, thick clumps of dirt all around. One by one she peeled and plucked segments of orange from its skin, then passed them between her legs. In the secret crevices of the tree, she gently tucked away the red-stained pulp. After, Cyan cradled the slender trunk, her fingers buried in its roots.

“Bear something for me,” she pleaded in her sleep. “Bear me.”

mario mcmeans
August 31st, 2007 6:50 pm

ummm…this wasn’t a very impressive story. there was no formal introduction of the story and the “visuals” seemed to jump from scene to scene. i don’t know there didn’t seem to be any fluidity throughout the storyline.

September 4th, 2007 2:03 pm

Tree humping ain’t my idea of a horror story. I kept waiting for the slide of THE LARCH to show up on my windshield on my way into work this morning.

Dull, dull, dull.

Bright Eyes
September 12th, 2007 4:52 pm

What… was that?

Dave (aka Nev the Deranged... or is it the other way around?)
September 25th, 2007 8:06 pm

So, is “flash” webcast shorthand for “notes on an idea for a story someone scrawled on the back of their menu over lunch and just turned in”?

Actually, I wanted to like this one… I may even like it a little… but it’s just… not… quite… there.

Mari Mitchell
April 15th, 2008 4:54 am

I thought it was fine.

I think some folks simple do not do abstart stories. Sometimes you’ve to think. Sometimes a story is journey.

N. Tate
June 1st, 2008 9:49 pm

The more I listen, the better I liked the story.