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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

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Flash Fiction: Into The Woods

Find the prequels here:

Part 1- Twittering Tale: Campfire

Part 2- Flash Fiction: Boots

Part 3- Flash Fiction: Stay Out

Now the story continues…


The three kids stepped into the woods in the fading sunlight.

Roger lead the way, followed by Kye and Gary. The trio were on a quest to retrieve their ball. The fading umbrage of the trees worried Gary. The sun was setting, and he knew that navigating the intricate forest paths in the dark, was going to be a task. It would be difficult even with the mini flash light he was carrying. As they went deeper, a fog began settling around the trees. It remained static, refusing to clear away. The three kids bravely held their nerves. Until they heard sounds coming from the fog.

They resembled the sound made by cheese graters…

(Find the next part here – Flash Fiction: Into The Woods 2)


Word Count: 135

Prompts:

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #10

FOWC with Fandango — Umbrage

Word of the Day Challenge – Intricate

RDP Wednesday – QUEST

Three Things Challenge 2019 #16

Flash Fiction: Treasure Hunter

Our quest had brought us to Logs Town.

The inane promise of exquisite, undiscovered treasures brought many hunters to this town. Nobody had managed to find the location of the legendary mine. Without even a silhouette of a map available, it was a foolhardy quest for most people. We were not most people. The heavy snowfall had been timely.

It eradicated all chances of intrusion…

(Find the sequel here- Flash Fiction: Ducks)


Word Count: 65

Prompts;

Weekend Writing Prompt #89 – Silhouette

FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2019: WEEK #2

FOWC with Fandango — Inane

RDP-Sunday–TIMELY

#JusJoJan 2019 Daily Prompt – Jan. 13th

Word of the Day Challenge Exquisite

Flash Fiction: Cpt. Pike

While watching his grand daughter throwing a tantrum, grandpa Pike realised that the little girl needed some roving.

All dressed up in her winter clothes, which still hung loose from her tiny body, Pike took her on a walk, accompanied by a story.

“No grandpa, tell me a story I have not heard, something new.”

“Well little one, this very street we are walking on, has a special story, a war time story – the story of Captain Pike…”

Right now, at this moment and in this place, Pike and the girl were invisible, lost in the tales of the past…


Prompts:

50 Word Thursday #25

FOWC with Fandango — Tantrum

RDP Thursday – LOOSE

Patricia’s Place – In Other Words, dress up

Word of the Day Challenge – Roving

Flash Fiction: Training

My sister stood behind me, placing her hands on my shoulders.

“Little brother, pay attention to what I teach you. We need you to be ready for when Jack-O-Lantern comes, this Halloween. We are counting on you.”

I nodded. My sister stepped back and continued.

“We will continue from where we left off yesterday. Now you know how to knock an arrow on the bow. You also know how to shoot. Today, we will learn how to aim. Remember, out there we have to learn to make every arrow count and prioritize our targets.”

I drew my bow.

“Good. Now, I want you to aim at those pumpkin heads. Make sure you fire slightly above where you intend to hit. Now, shoot.”

THWACK!

My arrow hit clown pumpkin right in the center…

(Read more about this family and their war against Jack-O-Lantern here – FLASH FICTION: PUMPKINS )


Word Count: 135

Prompts:

Sunday Photo Fiction – October 28, 2018

Weekend Writing Prompt #78 – Arrow

FOWC with Fandango — Prioritize

 

Flash Fiction: The Adventure Begins

This is the ninth 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

Now the tale continues…


This tale is not like any of those classics humans are used to reading, where the hero always wins and good triumphs over evil.

No, this is reality and it turns out as dark as I deem it to be.

Now, this poor man who stumbled on to my lair in search of adventure, will be given one he could never have seen even in his worst nightmares.

There is no way back for him now, that way was shut by me, the artist that will paint his dark fate.

Rise now, my deadly minion and act as the instrument of my malice, and become a force of destruction.

Tear apart your victims with your nails, pierce them with your horns, rise now, and fear no opponent

(Find the sequel here – Flash Fiction: Hunt and Kill )


Prompts:

Six Sentence Story “Classics”

FOWC with Fandango “Opponent”

Manic Mondays 3 Way Prompt “Deadly”

Weekly Writing Challenge #164

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: 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: Date Night

It was date night at a fancy restaurant I had picked.

“I’ll have a Cabernet Sauvignon.”

I already knew about her infatuation with this variety of red-wine. So, I merely nodded to the waiter, who went to fetch it. It’s been six weeks since she invited me as a guest on her talk-show, where I fell for her.

“Darling, you have picked a lovely place, but I guess rain is going to spoil our date night.”

I snapped. Dozens of colourful umbrellas rose up in the sky, shielding the entire restaurant. I winked at her.

“Perks of being a wizard!”

Flash Fiction: Pumpkins

I pulled up in front of our house and stepped out of the truck.

My sister stepped out of the front door and stood with her arms crossed.

“How many did you get?”

I brushed the dust off my shirt and pointed towards the truck.

“Eighty seven, to be precise.”

“That’s quite a haul. Even the others did decently. A tally of 231 pumpkins today.”

“That’s good.”

Sister frowned.

“Not good enough. It’s only a few weeks to Halloween.”

“We will step it up.”

“We have to. That’s the only we can take on Jack-o-Lantern, the Pumpkin Peddler. Defeating his armies before they come alive, is our only chance at reducing his prism of power.”

I solemnly nodded at her.

This year would be the year we finally defeat Jack-o-Lantern.


Word Count: 130

Prompts:

FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2018 WEEK #37

FOWC with Fandango – “Prism”

Word of the Day Challenge – “Peddler”