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Microfiction: Modern Art

My son beamed proudly as he presented his latest acquisition to me.

“Look here pops, this is 2000 dollars well spent.”

I was dumbfounded.

“Son, what exactly is this?”

“This is true modern art.”

I shook my head and remembered times past, when art was simply pretty landscapes and portraits…


Word Count: 50

Prompts:

Six Sentence Story “Simple”

50 Word Thursday #26

Microfiction: Giant War

The war had been catastrophic.

It had taken everything we had to win the war against the Giants. Taking those behemoths had ushered in a time of great prosperity. Now, a decade has past and all the meat has been scraped off the Giants’ bones.

The great famine begins now…


Word Count: 50

Prompt:

50 Word Story #12

Flash Fiction: Studying Fishes

All I wanted to do was to get closer to the school of undiscovered fish I saw before me.

I was already at maximum safe distance from the vessel.

I had swum out quite far away from the other divers, who were trying to hail me on my communicator.

Ignoring the garbled message I was receiving, I held my arms out in full extension hoping the fishes would come towards me.

My idea worked and all the fishes started swimming towards me, just as I received the message clearly.

“Red alert. Red alert. Return to vessel. Fishes confirmed as man-eaters…”


Word Count: 100

Prompts:

Six Sentence Story ‘Extension’

50 Word Thursday #24

Flash Fiction: Pvt. Investigator

“What do you call yourself?” the Fawn said at last.

Such a soft sweet voice it had! From its looks I had expected it to sound gruffier. I responded confidently.

“A private investigator. The world’s best actually.”

“We don’t have any of those where I come from.”

“Pray tell me. What do you need my help with?”

The fawn looked to his hooves and shifted nervously in his seat.
“I’ve heard you are good at finding lost things.”

“That I am. Now, what have you lost?”

“Four children.”

“Very well. And you said you were from this place called ..Narnia..yes?”


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

50 Word Thursday #19

Microfiction: Run

It has been a huge change.

Earlier, I used to run behind animals,  on the hunt for flesh. Now, I run ahead of men, on the hunt for gold. However, what haven’t changed are the spectators.

They used to cheer for me back then, they cheer for me even now.


Word Count: 50

Prompt:

50 WORD THURSDAY 2019 #12

Microfiction: Used To

The rigid formality of the place suffocated her.

She was walking around in a slow manner, trying to keep a stoic face. She was not used to this. She had never had any entourage around her, stifling her privacy.

The new queen realised there was much to get used to.


Word Count: 50

Prompt:

50 Word Thursday #11

 

Microfiction: Hanging Out

“Funny little thing, aren’t you?”

I looked up at the speaker. It was a frog. I sighed. Considering himself, he’s the last person who should be calling me that.
“So are you like the outcaste cousin of the black panther?”

He’s surely getting a earful.

Once, master sews-on my mouth…


Word Count: 50

Prompt:

50 Word Thursday #10

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: Sea Bones

The fishing boats had returned from their morning runs; sea creatures of every sort lay atop the metal tables along the ports eastern flank.

Detective Burns doused his cigarette as a fisherman rushed up to him.

“Ah! Detective, I was the one who had called.”

“Very well. Show me this skeleton that you fished out.”

The fisherman removed the cloth covering the table, and revealed a neatly laid out human skeleton. The dog tag still hanging around the neck bone read ‘Luca Brasi‘.

The detective called the Chief.

“Sir, I think Don Corleone will be most interested in this catch…”


I hope fans of The Godfather liked this reference! 😀

Luca Brasi’s death makes for an interesting turn in the story, for sure.

What do you guys think about Mario Puzo’s masterpiece? Who is your favorite character? Do let me know in the comments.

Read more about Detective Burns here:

WRITING IN THE SAND

MISSING

Happy reading! 🙂


Word Count: 100

Prompts:

50 word Thursday #24 

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 27/18