Brian Creek

Brian is the winner of Vol 3 – 33. Follow him on Twitter and at his blog.

He lives on the south coast of England with one wife, one son and one cat.

In 2014 he was bitten by a radioactive FlashDog and now has an uncontrollable urge to write short pieces of fiction. His condition is currently being monitored by the fine physicians here at Flash! Friday, Angry Hourglass and Micro Bookends.

While several projects lay deserted by the side of the road due to his short attention span, Brian is currently working on adapting the snack sized 100 word CHRIS AND MIKE vs THE WORLD stories into more filling novella length adventure. The plan is to have ‘Chris and Mike’ be household names by 2019, with the help of excessive merchandising and multiple movies.

Brian’s work can be found on his blog (bscreek@blogspot.co.uk) as well as in the awesome FlashDogs Anthology vol 1, vol 2 Light, and vol 2 Dark, available from Amazon.

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Vol 3 – 33: Behrouz and the Fortune Fish

“Tell me a story.”

“Okay, my son. I know a good one.

“Once upon a time there was a young boy called Behrouz. His parents were mean, treating him more like a slave than a son.

“Behrouz’s mother made beautiful clothes which his father sold at a market across the sea. But, when his father fell ill, Behrouz was forced to cross the sea himself.

“That night, halfway across the sea, the water began to churn, rocking the boat violently. Before Behrouz knew what was happening, a Great Fish rose up and swallowed the boat whole.”

“How big was the fish, papa?”

“Bigger than a castle.”

“Wow.”

“But Behrouz was okay. He lit a lamp and sailed his little boat further into the fish. He wondered if he would ever find a way out when he washed up on the shore of a strange city.”

“A city?”

“Indeed. Now the people of the city had never seen such beautiful clothes before and they began to bid for the garments. In no time at all Behrouz had sold everything, making more than enough coin to show for it.

“The people of the city wanted more and so Behrouz was released from the Great Fish on the promise that he’d return with more from the Outside.”

“Did he go back, papa?”

“Perhaps I will tell you tomorrow. For now you need to go to sleep. And I need to load up the boat. Those clothes won’t sell themselves. Good night, little one.”