SoCS

Microfiction: Foolish

I had been a fool.

I had kept faith in the justice system and believed that my innocence was enough to keep me out of jail. I was wrong. It was never about who was innocent and who was guilty. It was only about who had more power. I was framed for the murder of my wife. I had watched those animals shoot my wife. However, in court, all evidences had turned against me. In fact, the judge had already decided. Jail time gave me this wisdom.

They will all be punished by my hands…

Word Count: 95

Prompts:

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

Weekend Writing Prompt #115 – Judge

Microfiction: The Beast

Its appearance disturbed the quiet of the forest.

The legendary beast was as beautiful as it was ferocious. It made quick work of most of the party. I was enthralled by its presence as it chewed up my last remaining partner. I did not want to harm it.

It didn’t resonate with those thoughts…

Word Count: 54

Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #113 – Enthral

#SoCS – July 6 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

Microfiction: Professor

You will solve our doubts today, won’t you, Professor?

The students had not given up on their questioning. I bit my lip nervously as I considered my course of action. I could not keep avoiding their questions. They might grow suspicious. I absolutely can’t lose this job, it pays quite well.

But what will happen once I’m discovered as a charlatan?

Word Count: 61

Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #101 – Charlatan

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 13/19

Microfiction: Anathema

Their kind had always been an anathema to her.

They had refused to leave her people alone. Ridiculed, blamed, hunted and burned, she was now the only one left. She would get her revenge. She had figured that humans ate anything cooked with dough.

They would enjoy their own kind, as well…

Word Count: 52

Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #99 – Anathema

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 30/19

Microfiction: Equinox

“Father, why do we do this, every equinox?”

Father placed his palm on my head.

“You will receive your answer today, son.”

I nodded excitedly. I emulated what I had done all the previous nine years. I placed both my hands on the stone pillar.

“All set, father.”

Father did the same.

“Now listen, son.  Every equinox, the dark ones threaten to invade us from their dimension. We unleash the soul pillar’s power to shield earth.”

I stood awestruck looking at the skies….

Word Count: 83

Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #97 – Equinox

What Pegman Saw March 16, 2019

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 16/19

Time To Write: Answer [Creative Writing Prompt]

Microfiction: Evening Walk

Walks by the dusky seashore are lifesavers.

No matter how useless my life seems, my walk is efficacious in raising my spirits. I am not abashed in admitting how weak I feel throughout the day.  I am only this far from putting a bullet in my head and disappearing into the seas, like the sun.

Not just yet though…

Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #96 – Seashore

#BlogBattle: Dusk

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 9/19

OPPOSITES ATTRACT CHALLENGE #6

RDP Saturday: WALK

 

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Flash Fiction: The Sop

The poor sop could barely walk.

It was my job to get him to climb up the stairs and reach the hill top. However, his condition worried me. I offered him my water canteen. He took a long sip. As he handed the canteen back to me, he toppled over. Before he could fall down completely, I grabbed his arm and steadied him. He was not going to survive the climb in this September weather without my help. I supported his weight as I urged him forward. His vitality had already been sapped.

I shuddered as I thought about what awaited him at Hilltop Prison…

Word Count: 105

Prompts:

What Pegman Saw: St. Helena, Ascension and Tristan da Cunha

The Friday Reminder for #SoCS & #JusJoJan 2019 Daily Prompt – Jan. 5th