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Flash Fiction: Brave and Free

I look at our flag fluttering in the wind.

We’re the Home of the brave and land of the free, they say. Sadly, I’m neither of the two. My husband is a pile of trash, and the trash smells better. I despise him and his ways with me. However, I am bound in matrimony to him, as decided by our families. Five years ago, I wasn’t brave enough to say no and nor am I brave enough to do it now. However, what if bravery can win me my freedom?

I grip the kitchen-knife tighter as I hear him enter…


Word Count: 100

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Friday Fictioneers 5th July 2019

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Flash Fiction: Cinema

It was opening night of the new cinema in town.

It advertised a new dimension which made the movie seem all the more real to viewers. It was still an experimental tech and in a sense, us first viewers were guinea pigs.
I was rather excited about the experience. The movie was a standard slasher flick, but the new effects lived up to all the advertising. The slashes, screams and spurts of blood seemed so real. I only realized at the end of the movie, that they were indeed real.

The bloody bodies in the front row served as proof…


Word Count: 100

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Friday Fictioneers 28 June 2019

Flash Fiction: Look Before You Speak

It was a tiresome wait.

My meetings had been draining and all I wanted was to get back home. However, my FreeFly Airlines flight was two hours late. As I sat at my gate, a posh gentleman came and sat next to me. He greeted me and spoke in a polished accent.
“Flying FreeFly eh?”
I nodded.
“Bad choice. See, they are never on time. I’m flying AirSuperior. They really are superior. Better seats, crew, planes, better timing…”
Right then there was a news flash on the TV:

AirSuperior flight explodes midair.

The gentleman got up and walked away wordlessly…


Word Count: 100

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Friday Fictioneers 21 June 2019
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Flash Fiction: Old Tools

Gentlemen and ladies, take a look at these.

These were the tools used by man. They look prehistoric don’t they? However, you would be surprised to know that they are only a mere hundred years old. This only goes on to show how much we have progressed in a century. Now, if you will follow me, we shall make our way to the observation deck.

With the aid of our technology, we will be able to sit right here and observe our ancestor’s colony, a planet called earth…


Word Count: 88

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Friday Fictioneers 14th June 2019

Flash Fiction: Dive

It was the most beautiful dive I had ever seen.

I knew she practised hard every day. Which is why she was simply the best. Before the athletics team selections, I came to watch her final practice session. She loved to practice when no one was around. Her dive had been absolutely perfect. I had no chance of being selected when up against her. Such a prodigy was born once in a hundred years. Which is why I almost regretted slipping the live electric wire into the pool.

Well, almost …


Word Count: 90

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Friday Fictioneers 20 May 2019

Flash Fiction: First Mission

The mission was a go.

We received confirmation on the radio. The dacoits were hiding out in the abandoned structures not too far from the village. It was a hunt-and-kill operation. This wasn’t the first time for the task force. However, I was a rookie on this taskforce and my rifle had never seen service. I was confident in my abilities and special training, right until the dacoits returned fire and the squad captain took a bullet to the head. I have never forgotten the mission nor the captain’s eyes.

On some days, I do regret being a double agent…


Word Count: 100

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Friday Fictioneers 10th May 2019

Flash Fiction: The Synagogue

It has always stayed the same.

I was only a little boy when I saw the synagogue for the first time. Back then, there were only empty spaces around it. Many years have passed since then. The empty spaces have been replaced by apartments and stores. The then vacant roads are now lined with cars. However, the synagogue has stayed the same. As the rabbi of this community it’s been my job to keep up the faith of the good people. When lost, I renovate their faith.

In return, they renovate the synagogue, keeping it the same for future generations…


Word Count: 100

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Friday Fictioneers 3rd May 2019

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Flash Fiction: It Came From The Sea

It came from the sea.

Humongous in size, its length was comparable to the longest bridges. It’s metallic body was made of material hitherto unseen by us. It was impervious to everything we threw at it. Bullets, lasers, heavy ordnance, even missiles, not one of them made a dent. The best of scientists could not fathom its intention. Until one day, we realised it was not just as long as our bridges, it was the bridge to our world. Who did it connect us to?

I am not sure we would want to find out…


Word Count: 95

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Friday Fictioneers 26 April 2019

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

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Friday Fictioneers 19th April 2019

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

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Friday Fictioneers April 12 2019
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot