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Flash Fiction: Dream House

I watch the workers doing their job.

My dream house is finally going to turn into a reality. It will be just as I have envisioned it, just as I have designed it. All my years of working hard will finally bear fruit.

I see my little daughter looking at the property, still clueless about what exactly is going on here, yet smiling in glee. That smile will only widen when she sees what her father has in store for her.

My family will no longer live in rented places. We will know what it means to live in a place we can truly call our home.


Word Count: 107

Prompts:

FFfAW Challenge – 191st

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 10/18

 

Psst..if you enjoy flash fiction, why not give my challenge The Wacky Weekend Challenge, a try?

It’ll be fun! 😀

Happy reading! 🙂

Flash Fiction: Threads

I looked at the box holding my threads.

I gave it a good long look, sighed and kept it aside. No time for that. Right now, I had to get my ass to office, and work it off the whole day. That was the only way I could get enough money to repaint my dingy apartment. It would require new air conditioning as well, right now, it feels like a supernova in here. Only my corporate job can pay for all that. It is the only way. Or is it?

I could always begin stitching commercially, become a self employed individual. It would be fun. And maybe, it will pay off all the bills too. I looked at the box of threads again.

Maybe, some other day…


Word Count: 127

Prompts:

FFfAW Challenge – 190th

Word of the Day Challenge “Dingy”

Your Daily Word Prompt – Supernova – November 7, 2018

Flash Fiction: Hunt and Kill

This is the tenth part in the tale. Find the prequels here:

Part 1- Flash Fiction: Cave Trip

Part 2- Flash Fiction: Cave Trip 2

Part 3 – Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest

Part 4 – Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest 2

Part 5 – Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest 3

Part 6 – Flash Fiction: No Other Choice

Part 7 – Flash Fiction: The Hard Way

Part 8 – Flash Fiction: The Hard Way 2

Part 9 – Flash Fiction: The Adventure Begins

Now the tale continues…


The newly created demon arose, hearkening his master’s commands.

His wine red body was garbed only in rags, tatters of the clothes his once human self had worn. The sinister voice guided the demon to a portal.

“This my minion, is the gateway to your adventure, your mission.”

The demon flexed its rough muscles and stretched his hips in preparation for the mission to come.

“Step through the portal.”

The demon did as instructed and instantly appeared in front of a house,. As the demon materialized in black billow of smoke, he noticed a man staring, with horror struck eyes.

The sinister voice commanded.

“Go forth my minion. Hunt and KILL!”

(The story continues in the next series…

Find the first chapter here – Flash Fiction: Highway to Hell)


Word Count: 114

Prompts:

FFFAW Challenge 189th

Weekly Writing Challenge 165

Flash Fiction: Treasure Hunter

Ah! Here comes master, again.

He comes over to my bowl only on two occasions. First, when its my feeding time, and second, when he gets bored with his work. I guess he likes watching me swim around like an idiot. I bet it makes him feel superior, and all high and mighty. See, there he goes, tapping on the bowl, assuming that the tapping wakes me up. Oh yes! I need to play treasure hunter again. I fly into the ship, search for the treasure and come out, every single time.

I guess he still believes that a goldfish’s memory is quite short lived. After all, that is the popular public opinion, isn’t it?


Word Count: 115

Prompts:

FFfAW Challenge 188th

FOWC with Fandango “Public” 

Flash Fiction: Barricade

“Ahoy, Admiral! The last ship is in place.”

I stood looking at the flotilla that had been gathered. These were all pretty vessels. It was almost too sad to see these pieces of beauty go to waste. I turned to my first mate.

“Very good. Give the order for lowering the bridge. Post that, make sure all captains and their crews get back inside the town.”

“Aye, aye sir.”

I looked on as the bridge began lowering, a perfect compliment to the setting sun. Maybe all this would not be enough after all. However, as the admiral and leader of this town, I will do what I can to stop the wave with my barricade.

Even though the sun has set, I will make sure the town survives to see the sun rise. Somehow. Anyhow. My town will survive.


Word Count: 139

Prompt: FFfAW Week 187

Flash Fiction: Griffin

I looked at the box in awe.

My master had managed to outdo himself. It was times like these, when my harsh apprenticeship seemed worthwhile. I could have become apprentice to any wizard. However, I chose my eccentric master. I was warned about the nature of the apprenticeship. I was told how menial the nature of my tasks would be. Yet, my instincts told me that I would get to witness magic like no other here. Today, my instincts were going to be proven right.

In the orange box, my master had managed to gather all the rare ingredients required to summon a Griffin. No other wizard had ever achieved this feat. It would be so incredible to observe a real Griffin, learn about it. I decided to ask my master about it. I was sure he had some great world-changing research in mind.

“Master, what are we gonna do once the Griffin is summoned?”

Master raised an eyebrow and nonchalantly replied.

“Eat it, of course. Always wanted to try Griffin meat…”


Word Count: 172

Prompt:

FFfAW Challenge – 186th

Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest 2

This is the fourth part in the tale. Find the prequels here:

Part 1- Flash Fiction: Cave Trip

Part 2- Flash Fiction: Cave Trip 2

Part 3 – Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest

Now the tale continues..


The cold voice continued speaking to me.

“You heard me right, young man. I offer you an adventure of a lifetime.”

I snorted.

“And what is this adventure you speak of? And before that. Who are you? What the hell are you?”

The voice grew harsher.

“Just know me as your host. As for what I am. I am simply someone who is offering you a chance to get away from the mundane boring work, dreadful traffic jams, and a dull existence. I am simply supplying you with a scintillating experience. All you have to do, is drink milk from that carton over there.”

I never trusted the voice, but after looking at the carton appear from nowhere, I trusted it even less. I replied back.

“And what if I refuse?”

My question was met with chilling laughter.

“Dear uninvited guest, you don’t have the right to refuse my offer…”

(Find the sequel here – Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest 3)


Word Count: 150

Prompts:

FFfAW Challenge – 185th

FOWC with Fandango “Traffic”

Word of the Day Challenge “Scintillating”

Flash Fiction: Sandal Sale

The sandal-seller stood in front of his shop, hands on his hips.

He looked at the sandal arrangement and nodded in satisfaction. The wares had been set up right on time. He checked his watch. Another half an hour to go. He could see the early-birds arriving. He knew everyone would want to watch the parade. He let another ten minutes pass, and then announced:

“Heavy discount. Come and grab your sandals.”

He did not have to shout for long. A steady line soon began to form outside his shop. He had correctly predicted that people would want to buy cheap sandals today.

After all, it is not every day that an overthrown dictator is paraded naked through the streets.


Word Count: 120

Prompt:

FFfAW Challenge – 184th

Flash Fiction: Embrace

He embraced her tightly.

She suddenly broke free from his embrace and looked behind his back.

“No one followed you, right?”

“Nope, no one. It’s just you and me here.”

“Good. You know, it is exciting meeting like this.”

“Yeah, babe. We are like Romeo and Juliet.”

“Umm, you do know they die, right?”

“Whaat? Why would you give me a spoiler?”

She sighed. He placed an arm around her shoulder.

“We are like Jamie and Cersei, then. No one knows about our affair.”

“Dufus! That is just gross. We are not siblings.Ugh!”

As he laughed and hugged her again, she was lost in thoughts.

 

If he only he had some brains to go with that cute face….

Flash Fiction: Another Dark Day

Nothing has changed today. It is just another dark day.

The temperature has dropped further as the town continues to receive stormy showers. The window of my bedroom has fogged up. This fog can be wiped off with a quick sweep of my hand. I wish removing the clouds in my life was as easy. Then again, not that it matters.

The rainy weather brings with it a fresh wave of gloom. In a life so dark, what difference does a few shades darker make? The rains may bring in the gloom, but that is not the only thing. He skips office, and stays at home. He makes me face the window, and forces his way inside. Initially, I used to say no, fight back even. Then, when he refused to stop and ignored how the torrents running down my cheeks reflected the weather outside, even I stopped trying, turned stoic. Here he comes again, I am already facing the window, watching the storm contrast my numbness.

Afterall, it’s just another dark day.


Word Count: 173

Prompts:

FFfAW Challenge – 182nd

Manic Mondays 3 way prompt – Stoic