3 way prompt

Flash Fiction: Bad Master

He was a bad master.

No two ways about it. He did not care for me. Did not think about the condition he kept me in. He did not spare any thought about how the roads he was forcing me on, were damaging me. He was blind to my pain and deaf to my pleas. Luckily, master was also dumb.

He left the satanic book lying around. I made sure to read it. Then one day, we were traveling together, I decided to make use of what I had learnt from the book. A hell-spawn appeared in front of us, dragged my master away, and made quick work of him. The flames emerging from his stomach took his soul straight to hell.

He should have never underestimated his glorious steed…


Word Count: 130

Prompts:

Kira’s Sunday Scribbles Feb 10, 2019

Manic Mondays 3 Way Prompt: Roads

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Flash Fiction: Christmas Toys

You make such cute toys, Santa.

Ever since I was a kid, I wanted to receive Christmas gifts from you. I wanted you to deliver gift-wrapped toys to me. I would look at all the other kids rejoice as they opened the wrapping and found that they had received the toys they wanted. However, I never got such gifts. I never got any Christmas toys from you, Santa.

Now, after so many years, I must admit, it does feel good to get such cute toys for Christmas. It makes me feel amazing. All warm and fuzzy. How does it make you feel, Santa?

How does it feel being turned into a toy? You and your favorite reindeer. How does it feel being my Christmas toys?


Word Count: 125

Prompts:

FFfAW Challenge – 196th

Manic Mondays 3 Way Prompt: Rejoice

Flash Fiction: Sanity

The voice won’t stop speaking.

I am on the fringe of my sanity. Within my heart, I know something bad is coming. The voice is announcing its arrival.

A bullet is my only escape…


Word Count: 34

Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #81 – Fringe

Manic Mondays 3 Way Prompt: Heart

 

Image Source – Bullet in the head by pierre5454 on DeviantArt

FTS Project #3: Punished

I woke up with a severe hangover. I made my way to the bathroom lazily. I glanced at the mirror wondering if I looked as terrible as I felt. I stood staring in horror at the grotesque skull grinning at me… The sight of the skull made me freeze in my tracks. I stopped grinning at the mirror, and the skull stopped grinning back. I quickly touched my palms on my face, only to make contact with bones. I looked around in panic, and spotted her, leaning back on the wall of my washroom. She smiled at me in a sultry manner. “You don’t remember my name do you?” I tried to calm myself down and reply, but it was not working. “That’s fine. At least you remember the great time we had in bed, don’t you? That’s all I was supposed to be no? Like all those other girls you meet?” I tried to think back to yesterday. I could only remember meeting her at the club and having drinks with her. After that my memory went blank. “Poor darling. You probably remember nothing after that bit of chemical in your drink worked its magic.” I composed myself and got ready to grab her. She tsked and winked at me. “You did commit a sin, you know…The sin of lust. You had to be..” I charged at her, but she vanished in an instant, leaving only her voice behind in the air, “..PUNISHED!”
Word Count: 245 Prompts: FTS Project Prompt by Sitharaam Jayakumar Manic Monday’s 3 Way Prompt: Sultry Word of the Day Challenge “Freeze” FOWC with Fandango “Chemical”   This is the third flash fiction story in the Finish The Story Project (FTS Project) You can find out more about the project here Happy reading! 🙂

Flash Fiction: The Adventure Begins

This is the ninth part in the tale. Find the prequels here:

Part 1- Flash Fiction: Cave Trip

Part 2- Flash Fiction: Cave Trip 2

Part 3 – Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest

Part 4 – Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest 2

Part 5 – Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest 3

Part 6 – Flash Fiction: No Other Choice

Part 7 – Flash Fiction: The Hard Way

Part 8 – Flash Fiction: The Hard Way 2

Now the tale continues…


This tale is not like any of those classics humans are used to reading, where the hero always wins and good triumphs over evil.

No, this is reality and it turns out as dark as I deem it to be.

Now, this poor man who stumbled on to my lair in search of adventure, will be given one he could never have seen even in his worst nightmares.

There is no way back for him now, that way was shut by me, the artist that will paint his dark fate.

Rise now, my deadly minion and act as the instrument of my malice, and become a force of destruction.

Tear apart your victims with your nails, pierce them with your horns, rise now, and fear no opponent

(Find the sequel here – Flash Fiction: Hunt and Kill )


Prompts:

Six Sentence Story “Classics”

FOWC with Fandango “Opponent”

Manic Mondays 3 Way Prompt “Deadly”

Weekly Writing Challenge #164

Flash Fiction: Watcher

I had initially thought that the trek was a bad idea. I was reluctant to join in. However, my friends convinced me, and I am glad they did. They could not fathom my reluctance. They did not know that this place held bad memories for me.

I pushed those memories aside, and enjoyed the trek. As we we were departing, a fog settled in. Concealed in it, I could see a figure watching us. No, not us. It was watching me. She was watching me.

She lingered on, even after falling to her death, the last time I was here.


Word Count: 100

Prompts:

Thursday photo prompt: Watcher #writephoto

Manic Mondays 3 Way Prompt: Departing

Masters of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge, Week 16

Flash Fiction: Clash 3

This is the Tenth part of the story!

Find the prequels here:

Part 1- Twittering Tales: Statues

Part 2- Flash Fiction: Nice Neighborhood

Part 3- Twittering Tale: Raindrops

Part 4- Flash Fiction: Briefing

Part 5- Flash Fiction: The Hunt Begins

Part 6- Flash Fiction: Target Sighted

Part 7- Flash Fiction: Ready

Part 8- Flash Fiction: Clash

Part 9 – Flash Fiction: Clash 2

Happy reading! 🙂


The bullet hit Medusa right at the centre of her forehead, knocking her back.

Within moments, she got to her feet. The bullet had failed to put even a scratch on her. She spotted Agent Keynes among the trees, reloading his gun. Billy sucked in his breath and aimed for Medusa’s heart. It was a difficult shot to take. The weight of the gun combined with the distance he was at, made hitting the target a herculean task. Nevertheless, Billy knew he had to do it.

Medusa sensed a presence other than the mortal with the sniper rifle. She shifted her gaze to the left and noticed the hidden presence. It was only a young lad, struggling to hold the gun he had trained on her. She recognized the gun as Perseus’ heavy pistol. It was a potent weapon that could kill her, but only in the hands of Perseus, who lay crumpled by her feet. She would take out the foolish boy first and then the other agent. She readied herself to make a quick dash towards the lad. He was no match for her speed.

Billy saw Medusa shift her stance. He could sense her bloodlust being directed towards him. He gulped. This had now become a do or die situation for him. One shot would determine which way it went. He shot at her, placing all his hope in the one bullet. He watched on, as Medusa calmly dodged the bullet.

He had missed. He knew had reached the end of his journey.

(Find the final part here: Flash Fiction: End )


Word Count: 310

Prompts:

Thursday photo prompt: Caught #writephoto

Manic Mondays 3 Way Prompt: Journey

Flash Fiction: Coffee

He sat at the coffee shop, much like every morning, enjoying the little free time he got.

He checked his watch: 9.30, an hour of freedom and then back to the terrors of his servile corporate job.

The line moved forward, and it would soon be his turn to place his order with the cute barista: Cindy, with her comely smile and penchant to get his name right, he had grown quite attracted to her

He had been trying to muster up the courage to ask her out for a week now, but had never managed to until now, when it was finally his turn to place his order with Cynthia, she smiled at him and he felt a hush descend over the crowd, he was finally going to do it.

Just as he was about to utter the words, he heard a beep coming from his phone, a message had just arrived in his email mailbox, a message from his boss: Quickly get me a coffee and reach office in 5 mins.

He sighed, tomorrow, he thought to himself…


Word Count: 178

Prompts:

Six Sentence Story “Mailbox”

BrewNSpew Cafe Word of the Week “Servile”

JSW Prompt 20-08-18

Manic Mondays 3 Way Prompt “Hush”

 

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