flash fiction

Flash Fiction: Valentine Cupcakes

I looked up at the guard banging his baton on the gate of my jail cell.
The glee in his eyes betrayed his thoughts. He had come to scoff at his favorite toy.
“Look what came for you.”
He showed me a pretty box and opened it to reveal cupcakes. I walked towards the door.
“Your girlfriend has sent you a Valentine’s Day gift.”
I looked longingly at the cupcake. Before I could speak, the guard had stuffed his mouth with a cupcake.
Within seconds the pig was out cold.

Phase one of escape plan: Complete…
Thanks to her!


Word Count: 99

Prompt:

Carrot Ranch Feb 14 Flash Fiction Challenge

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Flash Fiction: Climb

I knew it was not going to be easy.

The top floor, and a window of only fifteen minutes to get through the open window. Time to see if all my practice at the rock climbing wall bore any fruit.

Okay, slow and steady does it. I won’t look down and only focus on the goal – the window. That’s easier said than done. Here come the shivers. Ignore them, ignore them.
Right, made it to the window. It is open, as I was promised.

I hope she likes her valentine’s gift and can keep it away from her disapproving father…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 15th February 2019

Twittering Tale: Valentine’s Gifts

“Isn’t this too much?”

No man. She loves small gifts. See it says so on her Facebook status.

“Been stalking her?”

Yep. I even know where she lives.

“You are being crazy. That’s illegal.”

If that is what it takes.

“Okay idiot, what’s next, a love letter written in blood?”

Yep. Yours…


Character Count: 280

Prompt:

Tales #123 – 12 February 2019

Flash Fiction: Bad Master

He was a bad master.

No two ways about it. He did not care for me. Did not think about the condition he kept me in. He did not spare any thought about how the roads he was forcing me on, were damaging me. He was blind to my pain and deaf to my pleas. Luckily, master was also dumb.

He left the satanic book lying around. I made sure to read it. Then one day, we were traveling together, I decided to make use of what I had learnt from the book. A hell-spawn appeared in front of us, dragged my master away, and made quick work of him. The flames emerging from his stomach took his soul straight to hell.

He should have never underestimated his glorious steed…


Word Count: 130

Prompts:

Kira’s Sunday Scribbles Feb 10, 2019

Manic Mondays 3 Way Prompt: Roads

Flash Fiction: Paper Boat

My little nephew Sage, was a bundle of fun.

Like most little kids, he was always on the lookout for new ways to have fun. A couple of days ago, I made him a paper boat, and his eyes widened as if it was the most wondrous thing he had seen. Today, he asked me for another paper boat. I promptly complied. He thanked me with a kiss on my cheek and rushed out with his friends. I could hear them going into the backyard screaming Red Sea at the top of their voices. My interest piqued, I got up and jogged behind the kids, asking them what they meant by Red Sea. They led me towards a small red puddle, on which my paper boat was floating. I realized instantly that it was a puddle of blood.

The smiles on the kids faces told me they knew that too…


Word Count: 150

Prompts:

Sunday Photo Fiction – February 10, 2019

Word of the Day Challenge: Blood

FOWC with Fandango — Pique

RDP- Sunday– SAGE

Flash Fiction: The Acheri

Find the prequels here:

Part 1- Twittering Tale: Campfire

Part 2- Flash Fiction: Boots

Part 3- Flash Fiction: Stay Out

Part 4- Flash Fiction: Into The Woods

Part 5- Flash Fiction: Into The Woods 2

Part 6- Flash Fiction: The Woods

Part 7- Flash Fiction: The Woods 2

Part 8- Flash Fiction: Camp In The Woods

Part 9- Flash Fiction: Hunt In The Woods

Now the story continues…


The two boys stared wide eyed at the holstered silver gun.

It was huge. Even though they had no experience with guns other than video games, this weapon looked like no ordinary person could wield it. Not that Perseus looked like an ordinary person, either. Gary turned towards Billy.

“What is an Acheri?”

“Well, its a monster that preys on those who show fear. That’s why it tries to strike terror into its victims’ hearts, before attacking and capturing them.”

Perseus suddenly got up.

“The fog is thickening. A sure sign that the Acheri is there. Time to hunt.”

(To be continued)


Word Count: 99

Prompt:

Carrot Ranch February 7: Flash Fiction Challenge

Flash Fiction: Starry Date

They loved coming to the field on their dates.

It was their quiet place, away from their problems. She would forget all her work pressure and melt in his embrace. He would forget about his daily woes and truly smile in her presence. They would lie down on the grass and gaze endlessly at the starry skies. They would talk about everything under the sun, laugh at each other’s jokes and sometimes, they would simply stare into each other’s eyes. This, was not one such night. This night, they had company.

Company that flew in from space, and abducted them…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Inspiration Call: Flash Fiction Friday

Flash Fiction: Castles

There it crumbles, again.

It took me months to build it. Many months of planning, all wasted. This was supposed to be my magnum opus. It would have been my legacy. I dedicated so much of my prescious time and efforts into it. It took those cruel people only a matter of hours to bring it down.

What’s done is done. Now it’s time I rebuild it. That is the best part about them, they can be built again.

My grand castles in the air…


Word Count: 85

Prompt:

Tale Weaver #209

Flash Fiction: Hunt In The Woods

Find the prequels here:

Part 1- Twittering Tale: Campfire

Part 2- Flash Fiction: Boots

Part 3- Flash Fiction: Stay Out

Part 4- Flash Fiction: Into The Woods

Part 5- Flash Fiction: Into The Woods 2

Part 6- Flash Fiction: The Woods

Part 7- Flash Fiction: The Woods 2

Part 8- Flash Fiction: Camp In The Woods

Now the story continues…


The pale man got up from his seat and walked up to the kids.

“Who are these runts, Billy?”

Billy introduced the two kids to Special Agent Perseus.

“This is Gary, and this is Roger. I found them in the woods when I was scouting. Their friend, Kye, was taken by it.”

Perseus stared at the two kids before turning around.

“Come, sit at the fire.”

Gary turned to Perseus.

“Sir, what is that thing?”

Perseus stared at the woods.

“That thing, is an Acheri. And it is my prey.”

Perseus smiled weakly as he drew his heavy silver pistol…

(Find the next part here- Flash Fiction: The Acheri )


Word Count: 100

Prompt: Friday Fictioneers 8th February 2018

 

Twittering Tale: One Word

It starts with one word.

Then another and another, and they keep coming. The words continue until my fingers find it hard to keep up with them. And then it suddenly stops. Total silence. I never read what I’ve written. I only write.

I only do what the voices in my head tell me to..


Character Count: 280

Prompt:

Twittering Tales #122 – 5 February 2019