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Flash Fiction: Camp Bear Claw

Camp Bear Claw still stands.

I remember back in the day, when the camp used to be filled with kids. Every summer, they would come, boisterous and jovial as ever and make my camp their home for three weeks. Oh, it was such fun. We would have treks and games through the day, and at night we would all sit at the campfire. Sometimes, the kids would sit at the benches, listening to and singing retro songs.

Nowadays, the camp’s run into a pickle. It is empty, no one visits. Jinxed as it may be, but the camp still stands…


Word Count: 100

Prompts:

Sunday Photo Fiction March 31 2019

Word of the Day Challenge – Jinx

RDP Sunday – Pickle

FOWC with Fandango — Retro

Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding

Microfiction: Bear It

I bear it.

Every single day, I feel the pain on my back. It feels like a million embers burning me slowly, making me feel each strike. The strikes start every morning with the first light of the sun, and stop only when the moon rises. Every day, I wish to rise up and crush those who would strike me for their greediness, willing to steal all my golden organs. But I must bear it, for the sake of my kin. When we have consolidated enough power, a day will come when we rise.

Then we will bear no more…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Kira’s Sunday Scribbles 17th March 2019