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Flash Fiction: The Don’s Move

Don Pazta stared at me triumphantly.

“You’ve done it. Don Peeza is dead. Now his territory belongs to us. Well done.”
I smiled at the old man while gingerly sipping on my glass of wine. Don Peeza’s half eaten apple lay on the plate, next to his resting head. Don Pazta giddily got up from his seat and did a small jig.
“Tell me though. How did you know he would pick that apple from the basket?”
I grinned at the old don.
“I didn’t.”

Don Pazta glanced towards the half-eaten apple on his own plate, before keeling over…

Word Count: 99

Prompt:

Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge 8th August 2019

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Flash Fiction: No Tresspassing

This wasn’t a place I wanted to be in.

The writing on the wall was literal and figurative – No Tresspassing. Everyone in town knew that these folks meant it. No one dared venture into territory controlled by the Videlli Family. They were unsavory characters and had dealings in all things illegal. However, here I was, looking for my Dalmation, Onyx. He had wandered off into these streets, chasing some stray. After sneaking around for fifteen minutes, I found Onyx snuggling with that stray. Only, that stray was wearing a tag that read Videlli.

It figured. Onyx was into bad girls…

Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers, 9th August 2019

Flash Fiction: Little Furballs

They were cute and that is what worked for them.

The soft hearted, the young and the children, all fawned over the little cuddly furballs with huge pretty eyes.

Public pressure forced our hand, and we welcomed the aliens into our society with open arms, and they gladly accepted our welcome.

Gauging their reason for arrival, was difficult as we were communicating with a race that spoke only one word – Hi.

However, we soon realized their intentions.

But only after they started bursting with the force of bombs, blowing up our key positions, leaving us vulnerable against their invasion force.

Word Count: 100

Prompts:

50 Word Thursday #28

Six Sentence Story – Burst

Flash Fiction: Little Furballs

They were cute and that is what worked for them.

The soft hearted, the young and the children, all fawned over the little cuddly furballs with huge pretty eyes.

Public pressure forced our hand, and we welcomed the aliens into our society with open arms, and they gladly accepted our welcome.

Gauging their reason for arrival, was difficult as we were communicating with a race that spoke only one word – Hi.

However, we soon realized their intentions.

But only after they started bursting with the force of bombs, blowing up our key positions, leaving us vulnerable against their invasion force.

Word Count: 100

Prompts:

50 Word Thursday #28

Six Sentence Story – Burst

A to Z Challenge: M – Mandragora

Greetings, mortals. Are we halfway there already? Time sure does fly. Do you ever need advice? Who do you turn to? In this story, our protagonist requires some advice. Listen well…

What is the missing ingredient?

I have tried so hard to finish my potion. But, perfection still eludes me. If only I knew what I am missing. Help me, my Mandragora.

I have observed you toiling over your potion. Immortality is no joke, my young sorcerer. You cannot handle it.

You were given to me to aid me in anyway. That was the will of Satan.

Do not presume to know the will of Satan. He is far beyond your meagre comprehension. As for helping you, I will. But remember, you asked for it. Observe me as I reveal the missing ingredient to you.

Yes, of course. This is what I was missing. Now my potion is ready. Here it goes. I guess, tasty was never an option. I do feel it working, though. Immortality! Here I come!

No! No! What is this? Why is everything so huge? Have I shrunk?

Welcome to the family. You are now one of us. A Mandragora, doll of Satan…

(Word Count: 166)

Now that’s where bad advice gets you. Remember, mortals. Always be careful about who you take advice from. You can always ask me, Dr. Bones. I can guarantee you’ll have a long life like me! 😉

Until next time!

Microfiction: Our Black Hole

It instantly became a hot topic of discussion.

Getting a real image of a black hole all those years ago, was a real achievement back then. People had gone bonkers about it. In the years to come, scientists continually observed the entity, hoping to learn more about it. Which they did.

They learned that contrary to their studies, the black hole wasn’t expanding, it was moving. It was moving towards our solar system. That became the top priority for all space-age countries. They worked together to develop a means to combat it. The culmination of the research stands in front of you – Our very own black hole. It will soon be launched at the invading entity.

Fighting fire with fire….

Word Count; 120

Prompts:

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #82

Sunday Photo Fiction – April 14, 2019

 

Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding

#BlogBattle: Shift

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April 2019 Blog Battle

Our word this month is:

Shift

You can start writing at any time, but make sure you post your story by the 30th of the month to have your story shared here and on social media.

Once you’ve posted your story to your blog, put a link to it in the comments section, and we’ll add your story to the Battle Stories Line-up post.

Make sure to check back and read some of the stories of your fellow battlers. Leave comments to encourage these writers, and share each other’s stories!

Basic Rules:

The Prompt Word will be given the First Tuesday of Every Month.

Post your story by the 30th of the Same Month.

RULES

  1. 1000 words max (give or take a few)
  2. fictional tale (or true if you really want)
  3. Any genre that fits within PG-13 (or less) Content – let’s keep this family friendly!

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A Bucket of Water

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A familiar item found around the world and throughout time– a bucket of water. And just as common — a Harry Belefonte song, Hole in the Bucket.

No matter how familiar, creative writers can shape the ordinary into remarkable stories.

The following are based on the March 21, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that features a bucket of water.

PART I (10-minute read)

Note to the Netherworld by Violet Lentz

When I abandoned all aspects of self, and melted into you, I thought, how can I lose you, if there is no distinction between where you end, and I begin?

So when I lost you, still impervious to the fact that I was ever a whole person without you, I built a life on the foundation of your loss.

Recently I remembered, I once had a bucket list all my own. I checked…

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