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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”

Flash Fiction: Border Crossing

Sivak was tense. However, he knew he could not let it show in his body language. Everything depended on it.

Sivak joined the line of cars waiting to clear the security check. The border crossing was one of the most tightly guarded areas. Sivak knew getting through the check post was not going to be easy. However, if he got through here, Sivak knew he was a free bird. The line of vehicles which had nothing to declare was much longer than the other line. Sivak would play it cool. He knew that the guards only stopped and searched people who looked suspicious and Sivak had taken great efforts to look plain. He had got rid of his immaculate beard, cut his hair and had combed them back. The addition of glasses gave his face a plain look. He had chosen to wear a loose shirt, that would hide his toned body, and more importantly hide his tattoos. He did not want any guard to give him a second look. As the car in front of Sivak cleared the security, he calmly drove up to the gate. The head guard gave him a bored glance.

‘Papers?’

Sivak reached into the glove compartment and fished out his forged papers. He handed them to the guard with a slight smile. The guard went through the papers, gave Sivak another bored look, and waved him along. The gate opened to let Sivak pass. He thanked the guard and carefully drove on. This was exhilarating for Sivak, he had done it.

As soon as Sivak cleared the gate, he heard a siren ring. The guards quickly pointed their guns at Sivak’s car. A sneering man appeared in front of the car, pistol pointed at Sivak.

‘Sir, kindly get out of the car with your hands behind your back. We need to check your car.’

Sivak recognized him. He was the Captain of the Royal Guard. Sivak considered the idea of accelerating, but he realised there was no way his car would take such heavy fire. Sivak parked his car as ordered, and got out. The Captain made him stand alongside the other suspicious characters. Sivak felt his heart shatter as the guards searched his car. Soon, they reached the trunk, opened it, and removed the bag of money that lay inside.

The Captain sneered at Sivak.

‘Well, well, well! What do we have here, now?’

* * *

‘When is Daddy coming back?’

‘Tomorrow darling.’

‘You said that yesterday.’

‘I know.’

‘Mama, Daddy will save us from here, no? I don’t want to stay in this house!’

‘I know, little one. Daddy will be back soon.’

Sivak..please come soon..


Word Count: 443

Prompts:

September Flash Fiction Draw

Your Daily Word Prompt – Alongside – September 8th, 2018

Image Writing Prompt #289

FOWC with Fandango “Royal”

RDP Saturday – Bird

Word of the Day Challenge “Exhilarating”

 

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Flash Fiction: Outlaw

Another day, another kill.

As a kid, I loved outlaws. Listening about their exploits: those daring raids, those glorious heists and that volatile lifestyle, I adored all of it. It was every kid’s dream to become an outlaw in the wild west. Then, it all changed. Outlaws attacked my family ranch. Dragged me and my parents out of the house, and made me watch as they shot them.

Now, I loathe outlaws. And they fear me, The Dark Sheriff.


Word Count: 79

Prompts:

Sunday Photo Fiction – Sept 2, 2018

Weekend Writing Prompt #70 – Outlaw

FOWC with Fandango — Loathe

Word of the Day Challenge – Volatile

Flash Fiction: Treatment

“So, what can you see in this ink blot, Dennis?”

Dr. Cutberth watched intently, as Dennis stared at the Rorschach Test. Dennis stuttered.

“M..m..moons. I can see different moons.”

Dr. Cutberth scribbled on his notepad. He noticed Dennis’ piloerection. That was never a good sign.

“Okay, Dennis. Now, I want you to come up to the window and look at the sky. Tell me what you see.”

Dennis did as he was told.

“Doctor, I can see the clouds and the stars. And..and the moon.”

Dr. Cutberth found that quite curious. It was a no-moon night. There was no moon out there. He seated the shuddering Dennis down and offered him a cup of hot chocolate. Dennis clutched it in his hands and sipped on it.

“One last question, Dennis. These blackouts you mentioned. When did they start?”

“Around two months ago. I think I had around four of these blackouts. I just can’t recall anything about them.”

The doctor scribbled some more on his notepad. Dennis looked at the doctor with scared eyes.

“Am I going mad, doctor? Am I sick? Can you treat me?”

The doctor placed a comforting hand on Dennis’ shoulder and handed him a prescription note.

“Don’t worry Dennis. It will be taken care of. I have prescribed some Ag pellets for you. Just hand the slip to my assistant, Miss Blossom, outside. She will take care of it.”

Dennis shook the doctor’s hand.

“Thank You, doctor.”

The doctor smiled and shut the door of his room, as Dennis left. He quickly made a call on his phone.

 

“Another one. There is a sudden alarming rise in the population of werewolves. Let’s see what Helsing has to say about this…”


Word Count: 281

Prompts:

August 2018 Blog Battle

Sunday Writing Prompt “Rorschach Test 3”

Word of the Day Challenge “Blossom”

FOWC with Fandango “Treat”

SoCS August 11/18

 

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Flash Fiction: Target Sighted

This is the Sixth part of this story!

Read the prequels here:

Part 1- Twittering Tales: Statues

Part 2- Flash Fiction: Nice Neighborhood

Part 3- Twittering Tale: Raindrops

Part 4- Flash Fiction: Briefing

Part 5- Flash Fiction: The Hunt Begins


As the trio reached the edge of the forest, they looked upon the neighborhood from their vantage point.

Medusa’s chaotic art was on display. Dozens of statues decorated the silent town-centre. The neighborhood had been stripped of all its pace, and brought to a complete stand still. Billy gasped.

“She is such a monster.”

Perseus snorted.

“We made that monster. Her appearance, her powers were all our doing. (Read more about this in Flash Fiction: Transform) She was the first of the Demigod Programme.”

Keynes interjected.

“As I recall, she volunteered…”

Perseus interrupted, pointing in the neighborhood’s direction.

“Target sighted.”

(Find the sequel here: Flash Fiction: Disturbance)


Prompts:

50 Word Thursday #12

SoCS August 4, 2018

FOWC with Fandango “Pace”

 

Flash Fiction: The Hunt Begins

This is the fifth part of this story!

Read the prequels here:

Part 1- Twittering Tales: Statues

Part 2- Flash Fiction: Nice Neighborhood

Part 3- Twittering Tale: Raindrops

Part 4- Flash Fiction: Briefing


Perseus walked in front of agent Keynes and cadet Billy, emulating the silence of the forest they were in.

Keynes had managed to track Medusa’s location and had suggested a helicopter drop. Perseus had refused. The commotion would attract Medusa’s attention, making her alert. Instead, Perseus decided to drop into the forest that lay next to the neighborhood. This way, they would not lose the element of surprise, which was essential while hunting.

Billy whispered to Keynes.

“Sir, what’s the deal with him? He does not seem human.”

Keynes smiled dryly.

“Cadet, you are right. He is not a human, at least in part. He is a result of the Demigod Programme.”

Billy’s mouth hung open.

“The programme rumored to be so inhumane, that it had to be shut down?”

Keynes nodded.

“Correct. That programme took away half of his humanity. I fear he has lost the remaining part of it after all those missions. Seeing what he has seen and doing all that he has done, takes its toll.”

The trio had reached the end of the forest.

The hunt for Medusa had begun.

(Find the sequel here: Flash Fiction: Target Sighted)


Word Count: 185

Prompts:

Thursday Photo Prompt: Track #writephoto

FOWC with Fandango “Commotion”

Flash Fiction: Briefing

This is the fourth part of this story!

Read the prequels here:

Part 1- Twittering Tales: Statues

Part 2- Flash Fiction: Nice Neighborhood

Part 3- Twittering Tale: Raindrops


Agent Keynes and Cadet Billy waited at the abandoned shed.

They looked at the man approaching them. The ghostly figure clad entirely in black walked slowly, his tailcoat fluttering in the wind.

“Sir, is this really the legendary Special Agent Perseus?”

Agent Keynes nodded.

“Don’t go on his looks Billy.”

Perseus stopped in front of Keynes.

“Keynes. I believe you have the gear.”

Keynes motioned to Billy, who removed the silver pistol hidden below the wood. He could barely hold it. Perseus snatched it with relative ease, eyed it expressionlessly, and holstered it.

“Time to take down Medusa, again.”

(Find the sequel here – Flash Fiction: The Hunt Begins)


Word Count: 100

Prompts:

Friday Fictioneers 3rd August 2018

FOWC with Fandango “Expression”

Manic Mondays 3 Way Prompt 30/07/2018

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

 

Flash Fiction: Transform

They promised it would cause my evolution, made me comfortable about volunteering for it.

I was placed on the table, surrounded by them, being observed like a fish in a tank.

The cap was taken off the syringe, and the liquid was injected into me.

I felt nothing, maybe the whole exercise was a farce.

But then, it hit me with a sudden blast, spread through my body with great speed, burning me from within

After the pain had faded and I had looked at their faces, I realised that I had transformed, but not into what they expected….

(The story continues in ‘The Statues’ series. Jump into it right here: Twittering Tale: Statues)


Word Count: 99

Prompts:

Masters of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge Week 15

Six Sentence Story “Transform”

FOWC with Fandango “Comfortable”

5 Words Prompt 30/7/2018

 

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