Category Archives: Flash Fiction

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

 

WINNER – for MINDLOVEMISERY’SMENAGERIE -WORDLE # 114

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WINNER – for MINDLOVEMISERY’SMENAGERIE – WORDLE # 114 cropped-grunge-landscape2

For this challenge we are to use at least 10 words that have been provided in a list, to create a story or poem. Here are the words in the list: elderberry, climate, cerise, atrabilious, length, random, dream, obstruct, singe, hesitation, license, fugitive.

To find out how to join in the challenge, and to see other’s entries, just click the link below:

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/06/20/wordle-114-june-20th-2016/

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WINNER

I had been feeling down, in the doldrums, which served my atrabilious state of mind to a tee. But, I was growing bored with my misery, and so was every who knows me. It was time to make a change.

This morning, as I read the newspaper, I noticed an ad for a contest. It sounded fun, so without hesitation, I sent in my entry form, with a photocopy of my driver’s license (to prove I was of age), and awaited the day of competition.

The weekend arrived, and I gathered at the meeting place with other like-minded contest participants. It was to be a foot race, of a football field’s length. The sun was shining, providing a nice climate to run in…or so I thought.

Being as I was unprepared, and out of shape for such a strenuous work-out, my face began to turn a mottled cerise, and I felt like I’d been singed from the heat. I had a random thought to just quit the race, but no, I came to win, as it was a dream of mine to finally win at something. I would let nothing obstruct my way…not even heatstroke.

So, I ran as if my life depended on it. I ran as I suspected a fugitive  from the law would run. I crossed the finish line, but alas, did not come in first place.

However, I considered myself a winner anyway, for completing the challenge. I was proud of myself and toasted the other racers with the glass of chilled elderberry wine, which was the prize that was shared by the actual winner.

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© 2016 BS

 

FILAMENTS (don’t read if you’re squeamish) – 3 Line Tales Week 17

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FILAMENTS (don’t read if you’re squeamish) – 3 Line Tales Week 17

The gastroenterologist asked me if I wanted to see the results of my abdominal MRI.

“Sure, but what does it mean,” I asked, when I viewed the scan, not worried at all, because my symptoms weren’t that bad.

He pointed out the tiny filaments protruding from my intestines, and said, “These are worms, and there’s nothing we can do.”

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For 3LineTales

Three Line Tales, Week Seventeen

Write 3 lines using the photo prompt.

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3 LINE TALES – WEEK # 14 – DOOMED

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DOOMED

“By the dark of the sun, by the light of the moon, shift sand together, you’ll be dead soon.”

Thus chanted the old crone, as she stabbed pins into the Voo-doo doll.

As mouths filled with sand, the screams of the doomed were silenced.

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© 2016 BS

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For 3 Line Tales – week # 14 https://only100words.xyz/2016/05/05/three-line-tales-week-fourteen/

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3LINETALES – Week # 5 – SECRETS

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3LINETALES  – Week # 5 – SECRETS

This is written for 3 Line Tales.

Find out more about this challenge by clicking below:

https://sonyca.wordpress.com/2016/03/03/three-line-tales-week-five/

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SECRETS

“Psssst…come closer.”

I startled, as that whisper tickled my ears.

The stuffy, used book store had secrets to tell.

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© 2016 BS

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COVER BAND – for FFfAW (FLASH FICTION for ASPIRING WRITERS)

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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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© 2016 BS

(word count = 174)

This was written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) the week of March 1, 2016

To find out more about this writing prompt, to see other entries and to join in, click below:

https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2016/02/29/fffaw-week-of-03-01-2016/

Writing to a picture prompt, using from 100-175 words only.

This picture was sourced from pixabay.com

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COLOR YOUR WORLD – # 2 – “ANTIQUE BRASS”

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COLOR YOUR WORLD – # 2 – “ANTIQUE BRASS”

The color of the day is Antique Brass. Thank you, Jennifer, for hosting this challenge 🙂

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The little cabin in the North Carolina woods was the home of Steve and Ghost. It was an eclectic mix of witchery and charms, which blended in nicely with their modern day hippie lifestyle, and well suited for the musicians.

Driving the long, dirt road leading up to the gravel drive in front of the cabin, you see the weathered wood structure, rustic in it’s simplicity. You hesitate a few moments, as you sit in your car, wondering if you dare get out.

A set of rickety, board steps lead onto a large, covered porch. There are a couple of chipped coffee cups sitting there, on the porch railing, as if someone had recently been standing there, watching you approach. Did you just see the yellowed, lace curtain twitch back? Your heart skips a beat.

You shouldn’t be afraid. Steve and Ghost are well known, and liked in the small town of Missing Mile, and they are friendly. Yet, still you hesitate on this first visit to their house. A thought crosses your mind, why am I here? You’ve momentarily forgotten. Taking a deep breath, you get out of your car.

The hushed absence of sound, way back here in the woods, is deafening. Not even a bird makes a twitter in the pine trees. It’s as if every creature is waiting for your next move. You step forward, your shoes crunching the gravel…the only sound.

As you set a foot on the first, half-rotted porch step, it creaks. Then, looking farther up, you see the large blue and yellow pentagram, painted on the wood, right in front of the door. Gulping, you feel a shudder flow through your body. Then, you remember. Ghost has spoken of painting his warding off sign, many times before. He said it was to repel evil spirits. But, should you step on it, or over it? Would it bring bad luck?

Looking to your right, you see the old porch swing, gently swaying, even though there is no breeze. A colorful crocheted Afghan is draped haphazardly across the back and seat. You’ve heard stories of Ghost’s grandmother, now deceased. Some people called her a witch, because of her odd ways, and herbal medicines. She must have been the one to have made the Afghan.

You turn back to the front door. When you pull back the old-fashioned screen door, you gasp, seeing a grotesque face staring at you, at eye level.  But, it’s only a door knocker…an antique brass gargoyle, with a large ring through it’s nose. Closing your eyes for a second, you know you’ll have to touch it, to knock on the door, but you know you know you don’t want to. why am I here…why am I here? you whisper.

Not wanting to step on the pentagram, you stretch your arm out, to try to grab the nose ring. Barely reaching it, you find it is icy cold, and you shiver, but you pull it back, then let it go. It strikes three times, as it bounces against the metal plate behind it.

That’s all you can manage. You are breathing fast, ready to turn and run, when you see the door slowly opening, and there is Ghost, smiling his crooked grin at you.

“Hey, come on in…I got coffee.”

You smile back, and follow him inside. You are inside the little cabin in the woods, wondering what other strange things you’ll see, and hoping you remember why you’re here.

The end…or not…

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This was just a little extra for “Two Souls: Into the Fire”… my continuing fan fiction story I write on my other blog, which I invite you to visit, also here .*

*I claim no ownership of the characters, as they were created by Poppy Z. Brite, in her novel, “Lost Souls”. The situations I write, are from my own imagination.

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Color Your World

 

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© 2016 BS