Category Archives: Flash Fiction

Go With the Flow – NanoPoblano – Day 24

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Go With the Flow – NanoPoblano – Day 24

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Here’s another of the little stories I wrote, using the words played on an online Scrabble game. The  words played are underlined, and also a list at the end.

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Go With the Flow – Progress Comes to the Back Woods

We were finally getting an indoor toilet. Time had passed us by, being that we were stuck way out here in the woodsy, forgotten land. There were yew trees, and pine trees, and it was peaceful.

Now, we’re no naifs…we’d heard of the newfangled plumbing, but, why should we bother. We had no city water pipes or taps out here in the sticks… at least until recently. The encroaching populated cities were closing in our idyllic solitude. They were in a rush to incorporate our vast wilderness.

I don’t know what we’ll do with our ox. We’ve had that heifer for years. We use her milk to make our favorite cheese…Brie. At first, we thought the sex of the ox was male. Then she birthed a baby ox, and the rest was history in the making. We give Grace, that’s her name, a rubdown every week to thank her for providing us with her oh, so creamy milk. We even bottle grams of it to sell at the farmer’s market down the hill. We net a good profit.

I dread when those effin’ drunkards from city hall come jutting their chins at us, telling us to quit this place…move on or be part of their @x!# beeping city. Oy! How I would love to cane a couple of those nibs. I’m firm in being jaded. I’ll openly duke it out with them…and win. I’m no dozer. I’ve maced nitwits before…I’ll do it again.

It’s apt for those ragtag litho newspapers to get everyone riled up. But then, it would be nice to have that indoor plumbing, I dare say. Mi!

Words used from crossword game are underlined.

toilet                       naif                              openly                   nib

grace                       maced                         rub                         oy

gram                       drunkards                  net                          ox

woodsy                   sex                               quit                         juts                

dread                       jade                             litho                       Brie

yew                          doze                            caned                     apt

firm                          beeps                          rush                      rag

duke                         mi                                win                       ef

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Note: This was first posted on my Blogger site, in 2013

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© 2017 BS

Spiro’s Gyros -NanoPoblano – Day 4

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Spiros Gyros – NanoPoblano – Day 4 

https://cheerpeppers.wordpress.com/2016/09/07/why-blog-everyday-in-november/

It’s approaching that time again

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SPIRO’S GYROS

Just another little story using the words from the game “Words With Friends”. I try to use all the words played in the game to make up a short, fun piece. The words from the game are in bold … Enjoy! 

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SPIROS GYROS

(A RESTAURANT TALE)

Mr. and Mrs. Spiro had a plan. They wanted to own and open a Greek restaurant in their town. Nothing would deter them.

After much hard work and determination, it was finally within reach. They opened their dream restaurant on the third day of the month, and called it “Spiro’s Gyros“. It had been a small, worn, building when they bought it, but they knew if it was a success, they could expand to a larger storefront.

Mrs. Spiro would be doing the cooking, as it was her family’s recipes, from the old country, she’d be using. She was also very good at peeling potatoes. Mr. Spiro would be running the business side of the shop. First, though, they had to hire a couple of employees. After interviewing several hopefuls, they hired Ne-Na and Di, as waitresses. The girls were young, but were told if they did a good job, there wouldn’t be any cussing from the management.

The restaurant was located on Ox Rout Lane. They hoped to lure customers from the nearby homes, and woo them with their delicious gyros and pita bread meals. The menu included thin shaved meat, and a berry bowl with heavy cream, for desert.

Sometimes, Mr. Spiro would lend a hand in the kitchen, taking jabs and zags at the meat. Mrs. Spiro would tend to the cooking, and wrapping the food in foilIt was a good working relationship.

Di would greet customers, as they came in, with a wave, and say “Hi“, and Ne-Na would jot down their orders on her note pad. The patrons never said ‘yuch‘ at how their food tasted. It was all good.

The owners were happy to give back to the community. They provided entertainment while the customers ate; a duet would sing arias, with ease. Every night they’d sing the same ones. When their contract was over, they went on to find fame in the big city. They didn’t just fade away. You may have heard of them…Qi-Nor and A-Bod.

So, in the end, the Greek restaurant Mr. and Mrs. Spiro envisioned long ago, found fame, too. It became the ‘go to’ place for many years.

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© 2017 BS

(first written 11/16/14)

 

Wisdom from a Chair?

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Me: pacing the floor.

Chair: There she goes, again.

Me: looking out the back door, watching rain come down in torrents.

Chair: She thinks pacing and looking out the door will help.

Me: looking out the front door, watching rain come down, flooding the yard and street.

Chair: Hey, stop with the pacing, already!

Me: stops in front of the TV to check weather radar

Chair: Yeah, it’s raining out there, settle down!

Me: looking in junk drawer for flashlight, checking for batteries, not finding any.

Chair: (sigh) Would you just come sit down? I’m nice and comfortable.

Me: looking around the room. “Did someone say something?”

Chair: Oops…

Me: speaking to room, “Okay, you ghosts, I know you’re there.”

Chair: Sheesh, she blames everything on the house ghosts.

Me: jumping at the sound of crashing thunder. “That was close. Come on, Cricket, let’s go hide.”

Chair: I give up.

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© 2017 BS

AS STILL as a CORPSE – for TWITTERING TALES # 43

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AS STILL as a CORPSE – for TWITTERING TALES # 43

Twittering Tale #43 – 1 August 2017

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Twittering Tales is telling a very short story in 140 characters or less, using a photo prompt. Join in the fun by clicking the above link for details. See other entries, also.

Thanks for hosting the challenge, Kat!

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photo by favoritesunfl at Pixabay.com

AS STILL as a CORPSE

After practicing his ink art on cadavers,
Gramps was happy to have his first live client.

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~ word count = 88

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© 2017 BS

 

LIMBER LIMBERT – for STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS SATURDAY

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LIMBER LIMBERT – for STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS SATURDAY

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 29/17

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Today’s prompt word is ‘limb’. We can use this word any way we want. To join in, just click the above link for details. See other entries there, too! Stream of consciousness writing is to write freely, about whatever comes to mind. For this challenge, we can edit typos, but otherwise it’s all just SOC style. This silly little story is exactly that. Enjoy! 🙂

P.S. – try it, it’s fun!

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LIMBER LIMBERT

Limber Limbert, the lumberjack, was the most limber of all the lumberjacks in the world. He won many medals for his craft. As a big dude, he’d lumber up to the lumber and start cutting off all the limbs he could find. Every time a tree would fall, he’d holler, “Limber!”, so the wood wouldn’t fall on anyone.

Using his limber limbs, he would contort himself around and around the trunks and limbs of the trees. When he was done with de-limb-ing the tree, it would all be made into lumber. He finally started his very own business. He called it, “Limbert’s Lumber and Limbs”. On the side, he’d carve wooden limb-legs for those who needed an extra limb or two. These carved limbs were made to order, and resembled little totem poles.

All in all, limber Limbert’s life was a success.

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**photo = trimming the limbs from my dad’s trees, many years ago. 🙂

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© 2017 BS

NONE LEFT BEHIND – for TWITTERING TALES #40

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NONE LEFT BEHIND – for TWITTERING TALES #40

Twittering Tale #40 – 11 July 2017

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In this challenge, we are to write a short story in 140 characters or less, using the photo prompt. To join in, and also to see other entries, just click the above link. 🙂

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None Left Behind

click – tss
click – tss
click – tss
No one was left to change the record
When the Rapture occurred
No one was left behind
Amen

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character count = 121

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© 2017 BS

NOW YOU SEE IT – NOW YOU DON’T – for FFfAW

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NOW YOU SEE IT – NOW YOU DON’T – for FFfAW photo-20160724072916278

https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2016/08/22/fffaw-challenge-week-of-august-23-2016/

This story is written for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. It is a photo prompt, and should be no longer than 175 words in length. Enjoy!

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NOW YOU SEE IT – NOW YOU DON’T

“There’s his old pocket watch,” I hollered, as I dove for it, tackling it like a pro football player, before it could get away.

My family, I’ll admit, are a greedy bunch of gold-diggers, always looking for something for nothing, as the saying goes. So, when Gramps passed on, the will reading came as no surprise. We were all to gather out at the old homestead for a treasure hunt to beat all treasure hunts.

Gramps had hidden all his earthly treasures, and we had to find what we could. A time limit of two hours was specified. Any unfound goodies were to be donated to charity. So, we all began looking, inside, outside…everywhere.

But, something strange happened. As the items were found, they would be snatched away by an invisible hand, never to be seen again.

“What the heck, Gramps,” we wondered, but kept looking, grabbing what we could find.

When the two hours were up, we had nothing. I swear we heard Gramps laughing from beyond, as we trudged back to our cars.

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word count = 175

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© 2016 BS

 

 

THE BIG ESCAPE – FFfAW – WEEK of AUGUST 9, 2016

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THE BIG ESCAPE – FFfAW – WEEK of AUGUST 9, 2016 photo-20160724072916278

This is my entry in the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers photo Challenge. We write a short piece of no more than 175 words about the photo provided.

To join in, and see other’s entries, click the link below:

https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2016/08/08/fffaw-challenge-week-of-august-9-2016/#8230

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photo by Yinglan

THE BIG ESCAPE

Turned loose in a large green field, the game players ran around willy-nilly. All the rules and regimentation were forgotten in this first taste of freedom. They shouted, and laughed, and kicked all the balls as hard as they wanted to.

There were no grown-ups telling them how to behave. Their uniforms became grass-stained, their shoes muddy, but they didn’t care. This was living!

After awhile they became tired and thirsty. This was a new feeling…uncomfortable. Looking around for an answer to their unanticipated quandary, they became worried. How would they get back home? Where was their home?

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Back at the activities center, John and Joe looked at the game table.

“What happened to all the little foosball men?” John asked.

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word count = 170

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© 2016 BS

 

DIG – for FFfAW – FLASH FICTION for ASPIRING WRITERS – 7/26/16

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DIG – FOR FFfAW – FLASH FICTION for ASPIRING WRITERS – 7/26/16 photo-20160724072916278

This is a Flash Fiction Challenge. We are given a prompt photo to write something about, using between 75-100 words (plus or minus 25).

Find out more about this challenge by clicking below:

https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2016/07/25/fffaw-challenge-week-of-july-26-2016/

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photo provided by Louise, with the Storyteller’s Abode

DIG

Dig, hoe, rake, plant

Dig, hoe, rake, plant

Jim Bob felt like an automaton, now, just like everyone else.

Dig, hoe, rake, plant

Straight rows, down the line, even spaces, he was not allowed to stop.

Strange voices, weird food, sickening smells…just keep going.

The plants talk to him, chanting…

Dig hoe, rake, plant

The aliens look on, and revel in their take-over of the Earthlings.

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word count = 123

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© 2016 BS

TAKE A CHANCE – JUST DANCE

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TAKE A CHANCE – JUST DANCE

This is for the Wordle # 116 challenge. We are to take at least 10 words, from a given list, to create a story, poem, or art, using these words.

The words list this time is as follows: Starch, Trample, Protean (means versatile), Walnut, Strop (a strip of flexible material for sharpening razors, etc.), Staccato, Waltz, Churn, Wallflower, Dummy, Fireworks, Proboscis (nose).

Find out more about the challenge, see other’s entries, and join in the fun by clicking the link below:

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https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/07/04/wordle-116-july-4th-2016/

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TAKE A CHANCE – JUST DANCE

So, it was the fourth of July, and I happened to get invited to a party. Don’t ask me why. I’m not a very protean kind of person. Most everyone knows I churn with anxiety at public functions. You can count on me to be lurking on the edges of the crowd, being my usual wallflower self. You know, just observing the attendees who are having all kinds of fun. Sometimes, it’s funny to watch them trample over each other when they’ve had too much spiked punch and rum cake.

I told myself to stop being a dummy, just go enjoy myself for a change. Well, after my pep talk, I stiffened my resolve like starch, put on my best party dress, and high-heels, and stuck my proboscis up in the air like I was royalty. Marching into the ballroom, my stiletto heels were clicking a staccato  rhythm, which caused everyone to turn their heads toward me. I gulped, and then smiled. I was shaking inside, but they didn’t have to know that.

After a few minutes, a nice fellow asked me to join him in a dance. It was the waltz, thank goodness, as that’s the only kind I know how to do. The mirror ball on the ceiling caught the colored lights in just the perfect way to shine pretty fireworks onto my walnut colored hair, which thankfully I’d washed just this morning.

All in all, I had a great time, in spite of my need to calm my nerves. Next time will be easier, I’m sure.

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© 2016 BS