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Flash Fiction: Bridge

The job was almost over.

The Skulls Mercenaries would collect yet another feather in their cap. Having never failed a mission, we were tasked with guarding the train. Rather, we were tasked with guarding the precious cargo on it.

The journey had been long and intense. Two days of shooting and being shot at. There were many injuries, but not one casualty. My men were the toughest soldiers out there, my personal picks. They would never fail.

This was it, the last bridge to the tunnel, and a heavy pay day.

That was the plan, until the bridge blew up..


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 7th December 2018

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Flash Fiction: Mister Oil

I know the folks in my town find me strange.

They are often bumfuzzled by my eccentricities. They snigger behind my back, and call me names. Yes, I know they do, my hearing is just fine. I like one of the names they call me – Mister Oil. It sounds like one of those superhero names.

They may laugh at my habit of collecting oil cans. However, their laughter will be wiped out soon when the mechabots invade earth, and I will be spared because I will be ready to service the conquerors with my oil cans.

All hail The Mechabots!


Word Count: 100

Prompt: Friday Fictioneers 30th Nov 2018

Flash Fiction: Wait

The wait was almost over.

I stood at the bank of the river with my hands in my pockets. I watched as the little stream of water flowed down the rocks, making soft gurgling music. It was a real sweet sound, but I was not interested in it. I wanted to listen to the roar of the river. Watch the river flow in its full force. I wanted to watch the rapids in all their glory. I knew the river was waiting for me, as I was waiting for it.

The rains will come soon, and our wait will end…


Flash Fiction: Resting Place

We stood in silence.

Our camp under the abandoned bridge was hardly a location worthy to be called our leader’s final resting place. He deserves so much more than a makeshift grave and a randomly selected rock as his tombstone. None of us standing here, paying our final respects to him, would have been alive had it not been for his bravery. He was the one who saved us from the extraterrestrial invaders, and taught us how to fight back. We are lost without him. However, that could be changed.

It is a gamble, but the necromancer could help us…


Word Count: 100

Prompt: Friday Fictioneers 16th November, 2018

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

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

Flash Fiction: Sculpture

Finally, it’s complete.

It looks perfect if I say so myself, just as I had visualized in my dreams. After weeks and weeks of toiling under the sun, braving the strong winds and sitting out in the dark night, my masterpiece is complete. People will look at it in awe, gaze at it in puzzlement, trying to figure out the meaning behind my art. They will understand soon. It’ll all become clear when my master appears on Earth. My master, The Great Old One is coming.

And boy, will he be pleased with this sculpture he commanded me to make….


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 9th Nov, 2018

Flash Fiction: My Game

You were never a player. The game was always mine.

I chose my pieces and my moves as I saw fit. Every piece was placed only to dance to my tunes. Whether one found glory, or one found death, was all up to me. And in the very end, none of your moves made any difference. You made those moves because I allowed you to. Your will, your dreams, your aspirations, none of those ever mattered.

You were always a pawn.

It was always my game…


Word Count: 86

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Friday Fictioneers 2nd Nov, 2018

Flash Fiction: Peace and Quiet

Is some peace and quiet too much to ask for?

My colleagues, my family, my friends, jabbering all day.

I needed a change.

So,  I decided to visit the museum to escape the rumpus.

Alas, it’s the Grand Opening of the Musical Section today…


Word Count: 44

Prompts:

Friday Fictioneers 26 OCTOBER 2018

Patricia’s Place “In Other Words, change”

Weekend Writing Prompt “Rumpus”

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Flash Fiction: The Spot

This was the spot, just as we decided, right outside Blizzard Arcade.

I had Becky right where I wanted her to be. My former business partner was looking at me quizzically.

“Janice, why are we waiting here? You said you had some urgent business to discuss.”

I checked my watch. The hired assassin would take the cathartic shot precisely in thirty seconds.

“I do have some business to settle with you, Becky.”

Becky laughed.

“I suppose you paid twenty thousand dollars for the settlement, right? I paid forty.”

I looked down to see the red laser dot on my chest….


Word Count: 100

Prompts:

Friday Fictioneers 19th October 2018

FOWC with Fandango “Former”

RDP Thursday – Blizzard

Your Daily Word Prompt – Cathartic – October 18, 2018

 

Flash Fiction: Nemesis

Dear reader,

Before you read this piece, do read the prequel here:

Flash Fiction: Highway To Hell

Now for this story…


Mathew parked the car in front of an abandoned stone building.

His borrowed powers had drawn him to the evil energy pulsating from this structure. He knew that his nemesis was inside. Mathew could see that there was no need to unlock the door. It had been blasted to smithereens.

As he stepped inside, Matthew saw a familiar pair of bloodshot eyes…

(To be continued)


Word Count: 63

Prompts:

Friday Fictioneers 12th October 2018

RDP Monday: BLAST

Weekend Writing Prompt #76 – Unlock

FOWC with Fandango – Draw

Flash Fiction: Treasures

Old man Jerry Shaw looked at all the children, who had shuffled into his study. He knew the little darlings wanted to listen to another story of his nautical exploits.

“Gather around, children. These are the many treasures of the sea I found on my many expeditions.”

Jerry was pleased at the awe struck whoas and ooos he received. Little Sammy tugged at the old man’s sleeve.

“These are so cool, grandpa Shaw. But, which is is your favorite treasure that you found in the sea?”

Jerry smiled.

” The greatest, enigmatic treasure I found in the sea, is Grandma Shaw.”


Word Count: 100

Prompts:

Friday Fictioneers: 5th October 2018

Word of the Day Challenge “Enigmatic”