flash fiction

Flash Fiction: Misty Road

Visibility was almost zero.

That was all thanks to the misty road. It lived up to its name. It was my bright idea to come for a joy ride here. The intially clear road had become mist laden within minutes.

I could see nothing around me. I was hesitant to go any further and heading back was not an option on this mountain road. I decided to rely on the tail lights of the car in front of me. I could only be astonished at the confidence and skills of the person driving that car.

In some time, my engine began sputtering and my car came to a halt. Cursing my car, I slapped my steering wheel. To my surprise, the mist began clearing as fast as it had appeared. I gasped in shock as I realized my car stood right at the edge of a cliff. As I calmed myself down and reversed, I had only one question in mind.

Where had the other car gone?


Word Count: 167

Prompt:

Kreative Kue 214

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Microfiction: Open Book

The playground was empty.

This was strange. I had been kept back in detention for an hour after school. The soccer team practiced at this time every day, but they were nowhere to be seen. Even the other kids who generally hung around after school were missing. I walked around the playground looking all around. It seemed like even my friends had ditched me. As I decided to go home, my eyes fell upon an open book, its pages fluttering in the wind. I went near it and picked it up. The page read Don’t Read Me…

I guess it was too late for that, too late for me to go home.

I joined the other kids, becoming just one among the book’s many pages…


Word Count: 125

Prompt:

#TellTaleThursday – 18th April 2019

Flash Fiction: A Ribbie Date

To be honest, I don’t really like any sport.

Yet, I accompanied my friends to the baseball weekend-game yesterday night. I did not understand much about what was going on, but I did find something to cheer about – the visiting team’s captain. He was cute and I liked how he moved on field. After bumping into Ray at the pub after the game, and few shots later, I had myself a date with him. Today, I hoped to impress him with the best ribs my town had to offer.

Sadly, it warranted a visit to the pharmacy, and I never heard from Ray again…


Word Count: 104

Prompts:

Sunday Photo Fiction – April 21, 2019

Weekend Writing Prompt #102 – Impress

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 20/19

Flash Fiction: The Shadow Show

“Mommy, what is happening here?”

I looked at my child looking confused.

“This is a shadow show, my darling. It’s just like the movies we watch, but this is done right in front of us, in real.”

“So there are heroes and heroines here also? But I can’t tell which ones are boys and which ones are girls.”

My child was too young to understand this. This show was made so that the artists and the story is highlighted. It aimed to show genders are inconsequential. My child was too young to understand. I smiled.

“That’s what’s special here.”


Word Count: 99

Prompts:

Carrot Ranch April 18: Flash Fiction Challenge

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #83

Flash Fiction: Undeserved Shelter

The men had settled in.

They were not comfortable in this building, but we were at war. There was no time or place nor comfort. After the Police headquarters got bombed, the entire city went into a panic frenzy. The policemen that still stood worked tirelessly to maintain order. Hunting the bombers was next on the list.

Since most of the senior cops had perished in the explosion, I took charge of operations. This barely functioning building was not what we deserved. But it worked for now.
With citizen support, it won’t be long till we find the terrorist scum…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 19th April 2019

Flash Fiction: Equally Nice

I walked around the shop.

With every step I took, I was met with a pair of adorable eyes. There were more beauties in the pet-shop than I could buy. I walked up to an Alsatian. It looked majestic just like its price tag. I shook my head and turned to the shop attendant. I told him my budget. He nodded understandingly. He showed me a white Pomeranian, not as good-looking as the Alsatian, but it would have to do. Beggars can’t be choosers, after all.

Besides, I bet both of them would taste equally nice in a stew…


Word Count: 99

Prompt:

Carrot Ranch April 11 Flash Fiction Challenge

Flash Fiction: Foiled

This is the third time in quick succession that they have foiled my plans.

This isn’t good for my reputation and it is even worse for my familia. Our funds are running dry. I just cannot fathom how they are one step ahead of every move I make. I’ve already purged out the traitors. Every single man under me is loyal. Then how do they do it? It is almost as if they have ears in this room. Wait a minute. Let me make a nice, silent sweep of the war room.

Aha! As I thought. There’s a bug in the house. I could crush it right here. But no, I’m going to use this bug to hunt bigger game…


Word Count: 120

Prompt:

11th April 2019 #TellTaleThursday

#TellTaleThursday with Anshu & Priya

Flash Fiction: Our Plan

We planned it perfectly.

We knew about his schedule. He was a man of habit and never swayed from his plans. That made it easy for us to hatch the plot. The servants were easy enough to get rid off. A coin here, a holiday there, and they weren’t going to cause any problems. His bodyguards were an issue, but wine and women had taken care of them.

On the planned date, he was all alone during his walk. The senile statesman did not even notice his solitude until our knives pierced him.

His reign was finally at an end…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers April 12 2019
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Flash Fiction: Nice Setup

This is such a nice setup.

The tables and the chairs, are perfectly placed. They even go with the flooring and the walls. This is marvellous, sets the perfect theme for a meal. It is just as I visualized. The designers were worth every penny I paid them. All this is making me hungry now. If only this were a real restaurant.

Oh well, lets finish the shoot early and pack up…


Word Count: 72

Prompt:

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #8

A to Z Challenge: D – Draugr

Greetings mortals! In today’s tale, I, Dr. Skull will introduce you to my norse cousins. They aren’t as eloquent as yours truly, but they are damn fun. Now, listen well to my tale, mortals….

Josie was having a gala time.

She could still not believe that her new company was paying her to go on exploration trips. This was her first trip and she was already exploring a Scandinavian cave. This was so much better than sitting at a desk and doing paperwork all day.

Josie had been in such a jolly mood, that she did not pay attention to how deep she had gone inside the cave. She had almost forgotten that her job required her to take notes of anything peculiar or interesting.

She shone her torch on the walls and noticed curious inscriptions. She tried her best to copy them down. As she continued copying, her nose picked up a horrendous stench. It smelt like decayed flesh. She moved the torch around trying to find the source and stopped abruptly when the light fell upon a rotting corpse. Before Josie could react, the walking corpse let out a blood-curling growl. The inscriptions around her began glowing and she heard shuffling footsteps from behind her.

She was trapped. Stuck between rock and an angry legion of Draugrs…

(Word Count: 185)

You know, I did happen to meet Josie a few years after the incident took place. I must say her bones were in top-notch condition and she smelt better than those other Draugrs from Scandinavia, so fresh.

Oh well, until next time my still-alive mortals…