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Microfiction: Pray

Come now child, it is time for us to pray.

See, how the other cows are also making their way towards the statue? We are going to follow them. See how they go up to the edge of the cliff and stand still facing the statue? We will also do the same. We will pray to our mighty God.

Many years ago, he was a mortal. In those days, in addition to drinking our milk, men ate our flesh. Our God-Hero convinced them that they should not consume us. He started a new faith.

His followers are now called Vegetarians…


Prompt:

Kira’s Sunday Scribbles 3rd March, 2019

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Flash Fiction: Lovely Weather

The weather is quite lovely.

I knew I could find such kind of weather only in the mountains. Moreover, I knew my son would love it. It’s a huge change from what we find in the city. I mean, where in the city could one be so close to the clouds? My son even had his first taste of a cloud. He was thrilled, and I’m even more thrilled that he is enjoying. Now, there is only one little thing to take care of. I hope someone else comes here soon.

With my bike defunct, we need to hitchhike back…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

100 Word Wednesday Week 110

Flash Fiction: Climb

I knew it was not going to be easy.

The top floor, and a window of only fifteen minutes to get through the open window. Time to see if all my practice at the rock climbing wall bore any fruit.

Okay, slow and steady does it. I won’t look down and only focus on the goal – the window. That’s easier said than done. Here come the shivers. Ignore them, ignore them.
Right, made it to the window. It is open, as I was promised.

I hope she likes her valentine’s gift and can keep it away from her disapproving father…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 15th February 2019

Flash Fiction: Starry Date

They loved coming to the field on their dates.

It was their quiet place, away from their problems. She would forget all her work pressure and melt in his embrace. He would forget about his daily woes and truly smile in her presence. They would lie down on the grass and gaze endlessly at the starry skies. They would talk about everything under the sun, laugh at each other’s jokes and sometimes, they would simply stare into each other’s eyes. This, was not one such night. This night, they had company.

Company that flew in from space, and abducted them…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Inspiration Call: Flash Fiction Friday

Flash Fiction: Sculpture

Finally, it’s complete.

It looks perfect if I say so myself, just as I had visualized in my dreams. After weeks and weeks of toiling under the sun, braving the strong winds and sitting out in the dark night, my masterpiece is complete. People will look at it in awe, gaze at it in puzzlement, trying to figure out the meaning behind my art. They will understand soon. It’ll all become clear when my master appears on Earth. My master, The Great Old One is coming.

And boy, will he be pleased with this sculpture he commanded me to make….


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 9th Nov, 2018

Flash Fiction: Cpt. Pike

While watching his grand daughter throwing a tantrum, grandpa Pike realised that the little girl needed some roving.

All dressed up in her winter clothes, which still hung loose from her tiny body, Pike took her on a walk, accompanied by a story.

“No grandpa, tell me a story I have not heard, something new.”

“Well little one, this very street we are walking on, has a special story, a war time story – the story of Captain Pike…”

Right now, at this moment and in this place, Pike and the girl were invisible, lost in the tales of the past…


Prompts:

50 Word Thursday #25

FOWC with Fandango — Tantrum

RDP Thursday – LOOSE

Patricia’s Place – In Other Words, dress up

Word of the Day Challenge – Roving

Flash Fiction: Supplement

Mom, where’s the power supplement I invented?

“What power supplement?”

The Super Soldier Powder -The one that causes an instant muscle pump! 

“Are you sure you know what you are talking about, for I have no idea about it, have never even seen it before.”

Mom, I know I kept it on the storage shelf, in the old bottle of hot chocolate, did someone take it?

* * *

At office, Dad could not fathom how his body had suddenly become shredded after breakfast, muscles replacing the bulges, and abs instead of flab; had his first workout at the gym worked so well..?


Word Count: 100

Prompts:

Six Sentence Story “Supplement”

50 Word Thursday #18

Flash Fiction: Clock

Edgar, Allan, and Poe were at their weekly green session.

Edgar spoke up.

“Bros…let’s play the What Am I Talking About Game, yes?”

His friends simply nodded in agreement. Edgar continued.

“So…I see an old Church, that has many minarets and..”

Poe thwarted Allan.

“Bro..it’s the damn clock.”

Edgar clapped.

“Whoa…! It is almost as if you read my mind, bro.”

“Man, the clock is right there…”

“Oh, right!”

Allan sat up.

“Now me! I see…a cross, and towers..”

Allan and Poe contemplated momentarily, and shrugged

“No idea…”


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 14 SEPTEMBER 2018

BrewNSpew Cafe – September 10, 2018

Flash Fiction: Cake

Choosing a cake is so tough.

It is my birthday after all. The cake maker is waiting impatiently for me to make up my mind, grimace on his face.

“Kid, you have been here for an hour. Choose already.”

I won’t retaliate. It’s a happy day. I don’t want to spoil the rare day I get to step outside the enclosure. Can’t wait to say grace and attack the cake.

“Red Velvet, please.”

“Delivery at?”

“Munro’s Center for Mental Instability.”

The man gave me the same look, I received whenever I step out, always escorted ofcourse.

No worries…

CAKE!!


Word Count: 100

Prompts:

Masters of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge, Week 17

Your Daily Word Prompt – Enclosure – September 10th, 2018

Scotts Daily Prompt Grimace

DAILY ADDICTIONS – 2018 – WEEK #36

RDP Monday: GRACE

FOWC with Fandango — Stability

 

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Flash Fiction: Writing in the Sand

Detective Burns knew that he could not afford to waste any time because innocent lives were at stake.

In truth, when the call was received, Burns had ignored it as a prank, since no sane person would call and indifferently declare three murders.

However, upon inquiry, Burns realized that three people had indeed been reported missing.

Heart thumping in his chest, Burns reached the beach, at the location specified by the caller.

As soon as he saw the two Ks etched in the sand, Burns teared up.

The buried, hacked bodies confirmed the return of the Krooked Killer.


Prompts:

Weekly Writing Prompt #157

50 Word Thursday #17

Six Sentence Story “Difference”