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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

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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

 

Image Credit: https://www.whositfor.co.uk/collections/greetings-cards/products/happy-birthday-cake-man

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”

Twittering Tale: House

Look darling, the house is finally ours.

That’s lovely. Did it cost much?

Not at all. Just my values, integrity, soul, sweat and blood.

Cheap.


Character Count: 140

(Yes. 140!! Kat challenged us to weave a tale in the original twitter limit of 140 characters. I must say it is quite a challenge!)

Congrats on completing a century!! 🙂

Prompt:

Twittering Tales #100

Flash Fiction: Lights in the Water

“Dad! Pick me up! I want to see.”

I looked at my daughter’s eager face. Her eyes were twinkling in anticipation of beholding the Lights in the Water. I picked her up and placed her on my shoulders. She let out a soft whoaaa. I don’t blame her. It was indeed a dazzling sight to gaze upon. Hundreds of lights floated in the water, bobbing up and down in the mild waves. My daughter tapped my head.

“What are the lights for?”

“Their purpose is to ward off spirits.”

“Dad, doesn’t that mean I can never go near those lights?”


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 24th August, 2018