Category Archives: Flash Fiction

Green Gunk – Three Things Challenge # 33/34/35

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Green Gunk – Three Things Challenge # 33/34/35

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/03/18/three-things-challenge-pl33/

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/03/19/three-things-challenge-pl34/

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/03/20/three-things-challenge-pl35/

Today’s prompt: earthquake, vanilla, pillbox

Today’s prompt: guitar, forest, caviar 

Today’s prompt: stockings, radio, algae

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I felt the earthquake seconds before hearing the emergency announcement on the radio. I’d been through earthquakes before, so wasn’t overly concerned. However, the shaking and undulating kept on for quite awhile this time.

I was still in my stocking feet, but I knew my earthquake survival tips. First, though, I grabbed my pillbox. If things got too bad, I’d need my medications.

The rumbling continued. Living as I did near the redwood forest, I hoped none of the ancient trees would topple over. I was surprised to hear the radio still playing guitar tunes in between warnings and updates.

Things in my house started falling now, including my spice rack that had been hanging on the wall in the kitchen. A bottle of vanilla broke open. It smelled really nice, and I’d have enjoyed it more if I could be sure my house would still be standing when this was over. My expensive jar of caviar was next to bite the dust, as it were. That smell wasn’t as nice, but it did make me hungry. I adore caviar on toast points, and vowed to get another jar soon.

And now it is over. I stood up, checking for more damage. Outside others were coming out of their houses, too. We weren’t prepared for what we saw. A giant crack in the earth was right in front of our houses…the street was one long fissure. It had swallowed up the cars, the sidewalks, and everything else in it’s path. There was some kind of green gunk too, that was creeping up the sides. It looked like algae to me, and I didn’t want to get near it, so I went back inside to start cleaning up.

The radio was still playing, but I froze when I heard the next warning. They were saying the green algae was all over town…suspected to be highly radioactive. We were to stay indoors, sealing up any doors and windows so it wouldn’t contaminate us.

Well crap…where did I put the duct tape?

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

Three Things Challenge # 29/30

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Three Things Challenge # 29/30

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/03/14/three-things-challenge-pl29/

Today’s prompt: merchant, danger, lavender

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/03/15/three-things-challenge-pl30/

Today’s prompt: rocks, oregano, carburetor

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It was 1971. My friends and I were rolling down the road, singing along to the songs on the radio. We had no forewarning…

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Ding-a-ling-a-ling

The little golden bell tinkled as we entered the shop. We’d never seen this place before, but there it was, exactly when we needed it, appearing out of no where.

You see, our van had broken down, now forlorn on the side of the road as we’d traveled the highways and byways. Adventure was our motto, but how could we continue now? We needed a mechanic.

This place didn’t look like a garage, but maybe we could call someone. There was the scent of burning incense and oregano, or maybe something a little more enticing, wafting in the small room. The merchant, came out of a back area. There was something strange about him, though, as he never spoke a word to us at first. He picked up two, lavender painted rocks from the counter, which he struck together three times.

“Your carburetor is fixed,” he said.

Well, we thanked him and left money for his help, as we stepped back outside to our van. It started right up, and we took off back down the road.

Now, you may think this was just a hallucination on our part, but it happened. Talking about it later on, we all said we’d felt an aura of danger about the man we encountered. We were all glad to be on our way.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

Three Things Challenge # 27/28

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Three Things Challenge # 27/28

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/03/12/the-three-things-challenge-pl27/

Today’s prompt: divorce, umbrella, octopus

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/03/13/the-three-things-challenge-pl28/

Today’s prompt: nose, Alabama, sailboat

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Divorcing myself from living on land, I bought a sailboat. My goal was to just follow my nose, have fun, and  sail to all kinds of interesting places. I started sailing off the Gulf Coast of Alabama on a sultry summer day. The waters were calm, and there was a breeze just right.

When I anchored here and there in my travels, I’d sit on deck under my umbrella. It was relaxing to just take my time to read, write, or sip some refreshing drink. When I got tired, I’d go on scuba diving tours. I hoped to someday see an octopus in among all the beautiful tropical fishes of the deep waters.

It’s a good life, and I’ve never regretted exchanging land for the open seas.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

 

Legend IRL – Three Things Challenge # 22/23/24/25

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Three Things Challenge # 22/23/24/25

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/03/07/three-things-challenge-pl22/

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/03/08/three-things-challenge-pl23/

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/03/09/three-things-challenge-pl24/

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/03/10/three-things-challenge-pl25/

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Today’s prompt: report, nanny, zombies

Today’s prompt: charisma, guacamole, rose

Today’s prompt: chess, aliens, greenhouse

Today’s prompt: sandwich, cloud, legend

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Wow…I’m really behind in doing these challenge prompts! So, today I’ve mashed the past four together using all the words. Maybe tomorrow I can get on track of doing one per day? 🙂

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Legend IRL

Today’s weather report is calling for clouds with a chance of sandwiches. haha Not really, but when our nanny babysits for my little zombie and alien hybrid babies, she likes to tell them fantastical stories. She has a lot of charisma for a nanny.

Besides telling the kids fun stories, she’s a whiz at playing chess. She usually wins when we play. That’s why I brought her a bouquet of red roses. I grow them in my greenhouse, you know. When the children are taking a nap, we set up the chess board, get out some chips and guacamole to snack on, and play the game for an hour or so.

I’ll tell ya, our nanny is a legend in real life. I’m glad we hired her for the job. It wasn’t easy finding a nanny who saw no problem with a mixed race family.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

Standing Tall – Stream of Consciousness Saturday – cele

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Standing Tall – Stream of Consciousness Saturday – cele

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 2/19

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For today’s SOCS, Linda has given us the challenge of using ‘cele’ as a prompt. Thanks, Linda!

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “cele-.” Find a word that starts with or contains “cele” and use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

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celebrate

celebrity

bracelet

canceled

celestial

voiceless

celery

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As my diamond bracelet caught the noontime sun’s rays, flashing prisms of beauty, I reflected on my rise to stardom. It was a rags to riches story, my life. From my poor beginnings I now was a celebrity, with people clamouring for my attention everywhere I went. It was a hollow victory, though. People paying lip service just to be near me. I sometimes regretted it, even as I enjoyed the luxuries I was now able to take advantage of.

As I gazed at the bright sparkles, I reached a meditative state with my mind a blank, open to any thoughts that came to me. It was a weird feeling.

When I heard a voicelesscelestial humming, I knew. I knew it was time to renounce all my riches, and become a more grounded person. I canceled all my appearances and decided to hold an auction to rid myself of all my worldly goods. The money taken in would be gifted to charities.  I knew my fans and business associates would be disappointed, but I had made up my mind.

My heart was telling me to go back to my roots…go back to a simpler time. My family had been sharecroppers for generations, and I wanted to get myself back to the land. I wanted to feel Mother Earth under my bare feet, my fingers digging into the fertile soil, experiencing the hot sun and the welcoming rains again.

My dream came true. I found a few acres of virgin land to begin my own truck farm. I grew many crops of vegetables, including my favorite. Celery represented the money I gave up. Celery was tall and proud, standing up for itself in it’s own way. I gave all my celery crops away to homeless shelters and food kitchens so hopefully those who ate this noble vegetable would soon realize they too can stand tall and proud, and that they have untold riches already, and should celebrate that fact even now.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

Space Girl – Three Things Challenge # 3 and # 4

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Space Girl – Three Things Challenge # 3 and # 4

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/02/16/three-things-challenge-pl3/

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/02/17/three-things-challenge-pl4/

Today’s prompt: stripes, lemonade, astronaut

Today’s prompt: cousin, folder, iguana

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I’m combining yesterday’s and today’s 3TC prompt words, because yep, I ran out of time yesterday. Hope you enjoy this little story. 🙂

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Space Girl

MY cousin, Izzy, which was short for Isabel, wanted to be an astronaut when she grew up.

In order to go to college, and space training, she had to pay her own way, because that’s just the way it was in her family…unless you earned it, you didn’t get it.

So early on, she became a budding entrepreneur with her own business. She opened the first lemonade stand in her neighborhood. She took part in all the National Lemonade Days, by taking their little courses, and learned a lot on how to run a successful business.

Every year she’d set up her stand, offering regular lemonade, pink lemonade, and even lemonade ice pops that she’d made.  She kept a running count of her expenses, and her income, and her profits were soon out of this world good. Her little notebook folder, which she decorated herself with a cute iguana and colorful stripes along the edges was a conversation piece. Everyone commented on what a sweet little girl she was, and who had big aspirations could be such an imaginative artist, too.

Years passed, and Izzy’s dream was at hand. She was an accomplished astronaut, about to take her first flight into space. Along side her was her pet lizard, Lizzy, the first iguana to go into space. She and Lizzy made history that day, as they flew high into the sky on NASA’s latest and greatest rocket ship…destination – exploration of a galaxy far, far away.

Izzy and Lizzy never returned to Earth, but sent dispatches from their travels in space from time to time. Her messages all said the same thing…”Never give up on your dreams…reach for the stars.”

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

 

The Case – Fiction Photo Prompt for February

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The Case – Fiction Photo Prompt for February

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February’s Speculative Fiction Prompt

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Here we are again, with a new photo to write something about. Diana, at Myths of the Mirror is our host for this fun writing challenge. Click the link above to join in and see other entries. It’s fun! Thanks, Diana!

Pixabay image by Marianne Sopala

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The Case

Early this morning, while fetching my morning newspaper by my front door, I noticed a slip of paper there on my porch step.

The images glued onto a piece of copy machine paper was amature at best. Random bits and pieces cut from a magazine, showing a gigantic elephant, almost as tall as a tree, and a tiny little house was stuck in the branches.

And what was this white stuff spattered all over the page…globs of paint with cotton fluff? Was that supposed to be snow? I had to laugh at the ridiculousness of the whole thing.

I never expected to get my next assignment in this fashion. As chief code interpreter for the FBI, I was used to solving all kinds of strange missives, but this…this just took the cake. What was I to do with it?

I notified my superiors in the agency, of course. They had no explanation, so I was on my own with this one.

There were no words or letters on the thing, so I tried dusting for fingerprints, even running it through a special computer app, to no avail. Was this a serious warning of some dire future event, or a hoax?

Taking a break to think, I sipped my hot coffee. Think…think…what else was in the picture? Mice? Was that what they were up in the little house? I got my magnifying glass to have a closer look. Hmmm…kind of looked like mice, but still not clear. They looked more like Siamese cats, to me. Okay, here’s what we have…elephant, tree, tiny house, mice/cats, snow?

The first letters of each were E T T H M C S. Was it an anagram? METH, SETS, CHET, THEM, SETH? I sighed…no clue. I really needed to get to work, go into the downtown office, and get my mind on other cases for awhile. So, I ate breakfast, showered, and left my house for the day.

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Returning home, later that afternoon, I greeted my little neighbor, Lucy, sitting on my porch.

“Hi, Lucy, how are you doing?” I asked the little six year old.

“Hi, Ms S,” she said and smiled, looking up at me. “Did you get the picture I made for you? I left it right here this morning. I know you like animals, and we went to the zoo and saw an elephant, and he was real big, and it’s gonna be winter soon, so I made some snow, and there’s cats and mice, and a little house for them all to live in when it’s cold, and…”

Lucy went on explaining all the things in the picture, the way all six year old kids do, going on and on.

I smiled and nodded.

Case solved.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

Tell the Story Photo Prompt = cupcake

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Tell the Story Photo Prompt = cupcake

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/01/31/job-search-flash-194/#comment-14259

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I was tagged by Paula, of Light Motifs, to write something about this photo. Thanks, Paula!

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cupcake

confection

cupcake

connection

keep a cupcake in a box

do not feed it to your fox

cupcake cupcake such a teaser

wants to be your tastebud’s pleaser

cupcake frosting icing yummy

cupcake makes a happy tummy

eat a cupcake every day

makes you jump around and say

Yay cupcake!

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My name isn’t Alice, but I could swear there was a vibe coming from this little frosted delicacy that screamed, ‘eat me’.

I shouldn’t …I can’t … I want it…I won’t …

Looking left and right, I reached out my forefinger, taking a tiny swipe of the sugary topping. Be strong, don’t put it in my mouth…uh-uh…I’ll die if I do.

My mouth watered, my stomach growled, my breathing was fast. Thoughts swirled around my mind, just as the icing swirled around the contours of the cupcake. Just one tiny taste won’t hurt anything. I inhaled a faint strawberry and vanilla essence. mmmm so good.

No resistance left…I tasted…

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They found me the next morning, dead…but, a happy smile on my sugared lips.

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Now, I’m not tagging anyone in particular, as I never know who likes to do these, but here’s a photo if you’d like to write something about it. 🙂

Heads, Hair, Hairdo, Hairstyle

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

Tell a Story Challenge – Traffic Cop

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Tell a Story Challenge – Traffic Cop

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I want to thank Yinglan for tagging me to do this photo challenge. I’m to take the photo she chose to write something about it, then tag 3 others. You can find Yinglan’s blog here

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This is the photo…

 

Directing traffic was Dave’s passion. He was affectionately called Dave the Director by all the regular drivers who passed by his designated station. Everyone would give him a happy wave, and a cheery hello, day after day.

No one knew the real Dave, the man behind the uniform. No one knew why he would blow his whistle, swish his baton all around, guiding the cars and trucks to their destination without fail, but would never speak to them. Someone got curious and googled his profile information, which led to a touching human interest story in the local papers.

Dave B, esteemed member of this community, and well known traffic policeman, passed away at the age of 35, on January 17, 1992. He was interred in City Cemetery, yet it has been reported that he revisits the scene of his accidental death. His presence is seen at the intersection where he was struck down by a speeding car. It is felt that he resumes his position, to aid drivers now, so there will be no more tragedies, like he experienced. For the last 25 years, there has been no more accidents at that location, because of Dave’s ghost watching over all souls who pass by.

No one knew the real Dave…until they read his obituary.

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My nominees are:

Bee at The Bee Writes

Suze at Suziland too or an Obsolete Childhood

Oneta at Sweet Aroma

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Here’s the photo I chose. There is no obligation to participate…just thought you might enjoy. 🙂

 

 

 

Building, Joy, Planning, Plans

photo by jarmoluk at Pixabay

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

 

Tonight?

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TONIGHT?

The blond boy shuffled his feet in the gravel next to the building. He was waiting. He struck a match, holding the orange flame up to the joint held between his lips. Inhaling deeply, he began to relax. This could be the night.

He watched as a couple of girls ran past him, paying no attention to the boy in the shadows. There was a muffled sound of music seeping out into the chilly night air. Pulling his jacket closer around him, he walked toward the back door of the venue, following in the girls footsteps.

Scrunching through the rocks, he rounded the corner. There was the bus, belching diesel fumes into the cold air. The driver had just let the two girls inside. He sighed, knowing he would never be invited in, yet still hoping…always hoping.

He glanced at his watch. It was almost time. He moved closer to the double doors, his heart pounding a rhythm to match the beat of the music from within. Then a thunderous roar was followed by a silence that made his ears ring. A sudden surge of adrenaline coursed through his veins.

A thousand footsteps behind him were coming closer. The doors flew open as two burly men lead the way to the bus. In the few seconds before the crowd caught up to him, he made eye contact with a tall musician coming through the doorway.

He hears the words, “Not tonight,” spoken, as the musician signals to him with a hand over his heart. Then he is gone…swept along with his entourage onto the bus

The blond boy is just another face in the crowd of fans now gathered there, hoping to get a glimpse of the musician. It is bittersweet, having been seen, yet not invited along. He turns away, preparing for the next stop on the road ahead.

Inside the bus, the musician watches through the window and sighs.

“Who were you talking to?” a band mate asks.

“My brother,” he replies.

“I didn’t see anyone there.” the band mate says.

“I know…he died two years ago. He was my biggest fan…and he still is.”

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~note~ first written and posted on Blogger (Blog Spot) November 19, 2013
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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️
© 2018 BS