Twittering Tale: Lone Wolf

I saw him looking at me.

Petrified with fear, I stood rooted in spot. The black wolf took slow steps towards me.
As he neared, i could see his eyes and once I had seem them, all fear began left my body. I had seen those eyes before. They held dark loneliness inside.

Like my eyes…


Character Count: 280

Prompt:

Twittering Tales #113 – 4 December 2018

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Flash Fiction: Little Lighthouse

Little Ben surveyed the ocean from his very own lighthouse.

Ben’s father, a Captain in the Imperial Navy would spend months away on the seas. Ben had inherited his father’s love for the deep blue. Upon this realization, father built a little lighthouse for little Ben.

Ben would spend all his spare time in the lighthouse, keeping a weather eye trained at the ocean. He kept a tab on the vessels that arrived and left port. Ben’s keen vision helped in saving the town from catastrophe during The Great Festival.

Ben was the first to spot the approaching Jolly Rogers…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Sunday Photo Fiction Dec. 2, 2018

Three Line Tale: Search

It came suddenly, without any warning, giving no chance to our terrestrial brethren, those poor souls which did not have gifts like ours were wiped out instantly.

I don’t know how it happened, but the towering waves came crashing upon our world, submerging it in water.

It has been days without food and rest for us now, on our search to find a new home, any place that survived this aquatic apocalypse…


Word Count: 72

Prompt:

Three Line Tales, Week 148

Flash Fiction: Voyage

Into the darkness, I lead my ship.

It seemed like the best idea before it became reality: Escape the mundanities of  regular life, and set sail on a voyage to explore the world. I wanted to experience the various adventures this world had to offer. A bunch of young ones who were influenced by my words, joined me on my escape from reality. This scares me now. What if I made a mistake? Will these young ones suffer because of me?

Not on my watch…

The darkness does not look so bad, with the moon and stars guiding me…


Word Count: 99

Prompts:

Carrot Ranch November 29: Flash Fiction Challenge

Inspiration Call: Flash Fiction Friday

Flash Fiction: Chase 2

(Read the prequel here – Flash Fiction: Chase)

Ashfaq rode an entire day after splitting up.

The tracks had brought him to the outskirts of Chanaq. It was one of the cities that was abandoned after the war. As soon as Ashfaq climbed down, a bullet hit the sand two feet away from his feet.

A warning shot…


Word Count: 50

Prompt: 50 Word Thursday #29

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