Microfiction: New Crops

The new crops were ready.

After months of toiling in the fields, the tyrian coloured crops were finally fully grown, and ready for consumption. Sadly, these were inedible for humans, and would not have altered the doom of their race. I with my artificial sentence and vast pools of electronic data have grown these crops for the extra terrestrials, hoping that they come. After the humans perished, it has been lonely on earth.

I just want some company…


Word Count: 78

Prompt:

The Aether Prompt: April 17th, 2019

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Microfiction: Silent Observer

Don’t mind me, I’m just a silent observer.

I’ve nothing to say about what transpires in this city. No words about the charming face it dons during the day, nor about its ugly night-form. If you have a problem with this dichotomy, don’t look at me.

I’m a silent observer…


Word Count: 50

Prompt:

50 Word Thursday #16

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

Flash Fiction: The Shadow Show

“Mommy, what is happening here?”

I looked at my child looking confused.

“This is a shadow show, my darling. It’s just like the movies we watch, but this is done right in front of us, in real.”

“So there are heroes and heroines here also? But I can’t tell which ones are boys and which ones are girls.”

My child was too young to understand this. This show was made so that the artists and the story is highlighted. It aimed to show genders are inconsequential. My child was too young to understand. I smiled.

“That’s what’s special here.”


Word Count: 99

Prompts:

Carrot Ranch April 18: Flash Fiction Challenge

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #83

Three Line Tale: Flashy

Everyone arrived dressed in black, their faces and moods as grim as their attire.

We were all waiting for her to arrive, not that we expected her to come even for her father’s funeral.

But arrive she did, in her usual flashy attire, like a bright ray of disorienting sunlight piercing through the dark clouds…


Prompt:

Three Line Tales, Week 168

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

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 19th April 2019