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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

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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