Flash Fiction: Message

I need to fly fast. No time to waste. But which route do I take?

If I take the route through the hills, I will make it in another day. However, I might get caught in mean weather. My trimmed feathers will not be able to take the cold. I might die and then my mission would fail. I’ll rather take the path through the villages. It will take me an extra day, but I will make it for sure. The letter is most crucial though, I must not waste an extra day. But, what if I die? Left or right, left or right? Which one?

Ooo..those pigeons look pretty. I’m sure they would want some company.Right turn it is, then.

Hey ladies….

* * *

The Old King continued waiting for the crucial message sent by his allies. The pigeon should have been here a day ago.

Maybe, we should use Ravens instead?


Word Count: 152


FFfAW Challenge 173

FOWC with Fandango “Mean”

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Flash Fiction: The Umbrella

Jilly and Jane hunched over, looking at something hiding in the bushes. Jane fished it out.

“Look Jilly! What a cool umbrella.”

The young girls looked at the umbrella with wide eyes, full of excitement.

“This looks so pretty. I love the blue colour. Let’s keep it.”

“Even I like it. See, the pattern is also so lovely. But, should we not take it? It does not belong to us.”

Jilly grabbed it from Jane’s hand.

“Finders-keepers, Jane. If you don’t want it, I’m going to keep it.”

Jilly stuck her tongue out at Jane. Jane could say nothing in response. Her mouth was wide open. Jilly was glowing along with the umbrella.


Not too far from the girls, a little blue man groggily got to his feet. He brushed the dust off himself and frantically started searching.

“Where is the doom bolt beacon gone? I hope no one activates it.”

Word Count: 151

Prompt: FFfAW #172FFfAW #172

Flash Fiction: Ice Sculpture

It stood all alone on one of the tables. A pool of water had formed around the now-half melted ice sculpture. The watery mess was given fair distance by all the guests.

The party had been quite a hit otherwise. The guests had thoroughly enjoyed the wide variety of food and drinks. They had appreciated the carefully picked selection of songs played by the live orchestra. It had been a grandiose night for the host and his wife, who were immaculately clad in their signature black wear. After the guests had left, the host spoke to his wife.

“Darling Persephone, why did you think it was a good idea to have an ice sculpture placed in our party? Hell is so hot, after all.”

Word Count:  124

Prompt: FFfAW Challenge #170

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Enisa. Thank you Enisa!


Flash Fiction: Flight

“Brother, are you sure it is this one?”

“Of course! It says so on the ticket.”

“This looks like one of those budget flights, the kind that offers no services.”

“And what use are those services to you, brother?”

“They are of no use, but we should be on a better plane. This does not sit right with me.”

“Well, nothing we can do about it. This is the plane, which the company booked for us.”

“They are such cheapskates, never willing to spend on us.”

“You really should not complain so much, brother. We only need to be good at our job. The company will recognize us.”

“That recognition will come too late. I still wish they had put us on a nice flight, with a great food service.”

“And why is that?”

“That way, my last meal would be a good one!”


Word Count: 144

Written for FFfAW Challenge 168

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yarnspinnerr. Thank you Yarnspinnerr! 🙂



Flash Fiction: Out of Time

Damn! He is right on clock – four pm.  I knew this was coming. I knew it for a whole week but I still am no better off. It is not that I did not try. I just could not do it.

I see him approaching he will be up in another five minutes. Think. Think. I need more time. He will have what he wants if only he can give me more time. Wait a minute -Time! That’s it. I need to give him time in order for me to get it from him. My grandfather’s watch has served me well over the years – Right from my tenth birthday to this very day. Twenty long years, it has been with me. Sounds almost poetic to me – ‘What showed me the time for all these years, will buy me time today.’

I hear the knocking on the door. He has arrived. Need to make this work.

Time for time – a fair deal.


Word Count: 165

Written in response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge # 166

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Enisa. Thank you Enisa! 🙂

FFAW: The Fan

I had never thought this was a good idea. Testing urban legends was foolishness. Chester and Robin, my closest friends, convinced me otherwise.

We met outside the abandoned warehouse at midnight, checked our flashlights and double-checked our resolves. This was supposed to be the warehouse of horrors. The story had started when a bunch of homeless people had gone exploring it. Only one of them made it out. He spread the tale. Since, the bodies were never found; the adults brushed the tale away as the ramblings of a mad man. However, it became a popular story among us kids. We stepped inside and shone our lights around. All we could see was the fan. It was huge. However, for some reason it looked lonely. It wanted us to join it, become friends with us. We saw three ropes lying right below the fan, inviting us.

I looked at Chester and Robin, and smiled. We were going to join the fan, and together we would stay.



This was written in response to FFfAW Challenge-165th

Thank you, Yarnspinnerr for the prompt!! 🙂

FFFAW: The Workers

Image Courtesy: Ellespeth


He watched them from the top of the hill. The two straw-people were working hard, doing their assigned chores. He watched them every day – toiling away in the sweltering heat. He often overheard their laments: how their masters were heartless and how they were being exploited. They shared their joys and sorrows with each other. He could see how when one of them got tired, the other one would lend aid.  The rigours of their lives were extreme.

Looking at them, he felt sorry. He felt sorry for himself. He was an older model -the scarecrow model – no moving parts. All he could do was to continue standing on top of the hill and observe them. He felt bad that he could never have any friends.


Word Count: 128


FFFAW Photo Prompt Challenge #164