Category Archives: Flash Fiction

Cover Band

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Cover Band

This is a short fiction story I wrote back in 2016 using this photo prompt, which was found on Pixabay.

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COVER BAND

It was all the guy’s dreams to be the next guitar god, the next rock star, the next featured cover on the Rolling Stone Magazine. I was no exception. I wanted the fame and fortune, and yes, the girls.

I saved my allowance money, bought a second-hand guitar, and practiced. That got me invited to be a member of a hopeful garage band. We had a few gigs around town, had some local fame, but then it died down; we went our separate ways.

In college, I majored in art and music. The entertainment industry still called to me. I wonder what happened to those guys from high school? Did they follow their dreams, become famous? I don’t know, but I’ve met thousands of rock stars who did find that elusive dream.

I enjoy what I do. I may have never become famous for my guitar or voice, but my talents are in demand now. I’m famous in my own way. I design album covers. The burning guitar is my latest piece.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2016 & 2021 BS

An Older Post – Freedom

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An Older Post – Freedom

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From 2016

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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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© 2021 BS

Forgotten Phrases # 6 – Wilderness

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Forgotten Phrases # 6 – Wilderness

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These are short phrases (or micro fiction) that I wrote years ago.

This one I wrote for a writing challenge back in 2016.

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Subject: Insects

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50 years after conquering the human race

they roamed freely in the wilderness

of concrete and glass

Never to fear bug spray again

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© 2020 BS

Forgotten Phrases # 5 – Dig

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Forgotten Phrases # 5 – Dig

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These are short phrases (or micro fiction) that I wrote years ago.

This one I wrote for a writing challenge back in July of 2016.

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Subject: Farming

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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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© 2016 BS

Forgotten Phrases # 2 – Stars

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Forgotten Phrases # 2 – Stars

These are short phrases (or micro fiction) that I wrote years ago.

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Shooting Star on OpenMoji 12.3

Subject: Stars

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Light years away, a star died.

Radio frequency picked up it’s death cries –

A sadder sound you’ll never hear.

It’s heartrending death cries only reaching us now in

The still dark night.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2020 BS

Guess What I Am – NaNoPoblano – Day # 2 – Changes

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Guess What I Am – NaNoPoblano – Day # 2 – Changes

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What is NanoPoblano?

It is a fun month long challenge, hosted by Ra Avis of “Rarasaur”.

Here is the link that tells all about it.

https://cheerpeppers.wordpress.com/about/

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Day # 2 of the NaNoPoblano challenge, and I have a guessing game for you.

Make your best guess, then scroll way down to see what it was.  🙂

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Ouch!

What is happening to me?

I was minding my own business, safe and snug in my own skin, and then …

Is it supposed to hurt so much?

My kinsmen told me that this would happen one day, but never mentioned the pain.

Shhh – did you hear that? That ripping sound? Oh, what is the reason for this strange tear on my back?

I can’t see what is happening to me, but I can feel it. I feel like screaming, and I will …

Now, I’m stuck; I can’t move; oh someone help me.

Wait a minute. Now my skin has gone brittle, brittle …

Ummph

I managed to wriggle a leg out of my encasement, now another and another.

Whew, let me rest a few minutes. I feel so tired, and a bit damp.

The sun feels good on my new wings. What? I have new wings? They are kind of pretty.

I will wave my wings around and sing. I feel like singing loud.

The pain is gone and I feel renewed.

So that’s what my kinsmen meant when they called it metamorphosis!

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“Metamorphosis Timelapse of a Cicada”

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

dVerse Prosery # 2 – The Moon

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dVerse Prosery # 2 – The Moon

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This is for dVerse Poets. To find out more, click the above link.

The instructions are from Sarah, and the poem the line is taken from is called, “Full Moon”, by Alice Oswald.

The Prosery prompt starts with a line taken from a poem, and asks you to write a piece of flash fiction incorporating that line, in full, somewhere in the piece of prose. To make it a little more challenging there’s a word limit of 144 words.

I dreamt I was the moon

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They say the moon is made of cheese, but I don’t believe it any more.

Back when I was a kid, my dad built his own telescope. I loved watching him grind the lenses, taking a large white plumbing pipe, and putting it all together. He checked out books from the library to find out how to do it.

When it was finished, we took it outside on dark nights to gaze up at the stars, the planets, and the moon. The moon’s craters were beautifully shadowed against the bright reflective moon light.

My imagination went wild, thinking of other worlds in the universe. If I could just reach out there … touch them.

Visions filled me with wonder as I fell asleep.

I dreamt I was the moon.

And the truth was revealed. The moon was not made of cheese. I know that now.

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word count 144

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

Little Devils

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Rabbit, Wild Rabbit, Red, Bunny, Animal

image from pixabay

Little Devils

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Here’s a short story I wrote way back in 2013, which pretty much no one saw.

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LITTLE DEVILS

They skittered away from me. They always do, the little devils. They are fast. I sometimes catch one, but it’s not easy.

Laughing at my attempts, they form little armies, who taunt me. I curse at them. I get angry, and stomp my feet, then find another weapon in my arsenal, hoping to one day find one that will annihilate them for good.

I’ve learned that they are tricksters. They have many hiding places, and love to skitter out at me…a surprise attack, only to disappear again. To look at them, you’d think they are innocent of any evil intent towards me. I know better, now. I’ve come to believe they have some kind of rudimentary intelligence that aids them in their mission…to drive me crazy.

The ones I’ve captured are disposed of immediately, but it hardly matters. Multiplication of their species is rapid, and they don’t mourn the loss of their comrades.

Where do they come from? How do they get in here? I don’t invite them in; I’d never do that. They are sneaky. If ever you look into the dark recesses of this place, you may catch sight of a few, caught congregating…formulating their plans. I shake my head, knowing they’ll be gone, if I run to get my chosen weapon.

They’ve been around for centuries…their kind. I’m sure of it. They are a primitive sort, yet hardy…impossible to completely wipe off the face of the Earth. I’ve dissected a few, those I’ve been lucky enough to catch. They made no sound, as I pulled and prodded them apart…even as they crumbled into nothingness. I was surprised. Their bodies seemed to disintegrate…a bit of hair, a bit of fluff…as I made sure they returned to the dirty little hell they came from. I shudder at the remembrance of it. I don’t pull them apart for curiosity’s sake, anymore.

I chased one the other day, though. It was skittering across the floor…a tiny one this time. From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of movement. I was lucky, as I had my weapon already in my hand. I smashed the bloodless bugger flat. The only witnesses were the others of it’s kind…already trapped, and on their way to their doom.

Suddenly, I sensed a slight movement, behind me. Whirling around, I dangled my latest victim in front of them. “Hah! Look at your future, you devils,” I sneered. Flinging the deceased into their midst, I scooped up the whole lot of them, before they could react. Their execution was at hand.

As today’s invaders were being disposed of, I heard their final, collective thought…”We’ll be back…”

I sighed, shaking my head, and thought…“Waging war on those little devil dust bunnies is a never ending job.”

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Hope you enjoyed this bit of short fiction! Peace }I{

© 2013 BS

3 Things Challenge – Noodles High

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3 Things Challenge – Noodles High

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/05/26/three-things-challenge-pl102/

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These are the prompt words for today. Thanks so much for hosting this fun challenge, Paula! 🙂

Today’s prompt: bank, noodles, miracle

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Noodles High School was named after the song, “Yankee Doodle”, which was an embarrassment in itself, but we learned to live with it. Yes, many jokes were made, most often by our own student body. It didn’t help that our school color was that fake orange that looked like mac ‘n cheese from a box.

Our cafeteria was notorious for serving Ramen noodles every day, as one of the lunch choices. I must admit, I liked them. It was a miracle everyone didn’t revolt, but we took it in stride.

I was the Senior Class Treasurer, Why I got elected, I don’t know, as I wasn’t good at keeping track of money, but hey…running the school bank gave me a little recognition, and got my picture in the yearbook.

All in all, I had a fun time during my years as a student at Noodles High…good ‘ol NHS.

Noodles High Noodles High

Long may we wave our banners

Noodles High Noodles High

We’re polite and mind our manners

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fun fact: my sister went to a school they called Noodle High (the actual name was New Deal High)

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

 

Three Things Challenge # 36 – 41

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Three Things Challenge # 36 – 41

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Trying to catch up with the past few prompts from Paula’s Three Things Challenge. I just kept adding to the story…:)

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https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/03/21/three-things-challenge-pl36/

Today’s prompt: insomnia, meringue, basement

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/03/22/three-things-challenge-pl37/

Today’s prompt: zoo, aluminum, cocoa

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/03/23/three-things-challenge-pl38/

Today’s prompt: carpenter, mile, Jupiter

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/03/24/three-things-challenge-pl39/

Today’s prompt: limits, donation, eagle

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/03/25/three-things-challenge-pl40/

Today’s prompt: well, ballroom, cactus

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/03/26/three-things-challenge-pl41/

Today’s prompt: tears, grass, hologram

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So, after coming home from the zoo yesterday, I had a bout of insomnia. With nothing better to do, I went into my basement kitchen to make a pie. I love pie…chocolate being my favorite kind.

I got out my aluminum pan to make the pudding mixture in, and used plenty of cocoa to make it extra rich. When that was done, I cracked some eggs to use the whites for a fluffy meringue topping.

It didn’t take long at all, so when it was all finished I had to have a big slice of my fresh chocolate pie. Yum!

Now satisfied from eating up to my limits in pie, I was feeling sleepy, so went on up to bed. I dreamed of floating on a cloud of sweet meringue. But, as usual, my sweet dreams morphed into a more terrifying scene.

I floated on my meringue cloud all the way up to the planet Jupiter. It was a pleasant ride, sailing through the milky way, and only dodging a few meteors along the sky highway. But, I kept hearing a banging noise. When I looked down, I could see a bevy of carpenters hammering away, as they built a wooden ladder. It was already so many miles long it was about to reach me. I didn’t like the looks of this turn of events at all. What was I supposed to do?

Well, I was startled awake by a sharp pain in my foot, at this point in my nightmare. What the heck?

I turned on the light to examine my foot, and saw spikes embedded in my ankle, and my ornamental cactus at the foot of the bed. I must have thrashed around and kicked it off the window sill. I couldn’t hold back a few tears. I had to use tweezers and my eagle eyes to remove the painful thorns.

Later that day I went into my ball room …that is my walk in closet. That’s where I go to meditate, and consult my crystal ball. Don’t laugh…

I asked what was the meaning of my strange dream, and a vision emerged from the cloudy interior of the crystal globe. I saw a lovely green meadow of grass, and a hologram of my long deceased father. He was a master carpenter when he was alive, and now in this vision, I could see he was building the ladder to reach me. I felt there was something important he wanted me to know.

The words came to me from out of the ether…

“Don’t eat chocolate pie right before you go to bed. It will give you nightmares!”

I laughed, and vowed if I baked another pie, I’d make it for a donation to the local free food kitchen.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS