The Anthem

Inspired by the Boxing with Pencils challenge, these stories must be less than 100 words and include 3 random words.

This Week’s 3 Randomly Generated Words:


A bright warmth fills my chest as I stare at my creation. Pachelbel’s Canon gently swirling around me.

My fingers dance across the ivory piano keys from my imagination. Each note a beautiful memory. The music swells.

I can see my sister now. That smile on her face. Her anthem echos off the damp cave walls.

The last notes fade as my potato-powered battery dies. I turn back to the monster who took her from me. With blood-stained hands I pick up the wires strung through his limbs.

“Time to dance, Puppet.” My voice sounds kind. My fingers won’t be.

I really enjoy flash fiction with a twist. There is something delightful about having my assumptions of a story flipped in a line or two. So I decided to play with that style in this week’s apocalypse-inspired flash fiction. What do you think? Did it work?