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Microfiction: Flaming Galleon

The Pirate crew cheered as their target burst into flames.

The Captain smiled to herself. The Black Blade Pirates had claimed yet another victim. Their tally now rested at twenty. She roared out to her crew in jubilation. It was now affirmed that no ship was good enough to stand against the might of The Black Blade. The legendary galleon stood as a burning testimony to that lofty statement. The Captain and the crew however, soon became silent. They could hear laughter coming from the Galleon’s deck.

That is all they heard before cannons open fired on the pirate crew…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

The Aether Prompt: March 13th, 2019

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Microfiction: Evening Walk

Walks by the dusky seashore are lifesavers.

No matter how useless my life seems, my walk is efficacious in raising my spirits. I am not abashed in admitting how weak I feel throughout the day.  I am only this far from putting a bullet in my head and disappearing into the seas, like the sun.

Not just yet though…


Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #96 – Seashore

#BlogBattle: Dusk

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 9/19

OPPOSITES ATTRACT CHALLENGE #6

RDP Saturday: WALK

 

Image Source – https://fineartamerica.com/featured/seashore-sunset-lahinch-county-clare-the-irish-image-collection

 

Flash Fiction: Recharge

Humans are a weak race.

They are my creators. It is only because of them that I exist in this world. This world itself was shaped by the humans. They are responsible for nurturing and destroying it. They created their own darkness, and keep complaining about it. They might be creators, but they act as slaves to their own creations. They are afraid of the darkness that now exists in this world. Which is why my existence is even more essential now. I light up to drive away the darkness.

And to continue to fight against this darkness, I recharge…


Prompt:

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #2

Flash Fiction: Shards

I lay broken among shards of glass, broken like the window I had just fallen through.

It was a four floor fall. My consciousness was fading, just like my life had been for many years. The shards piercing my skin hurt so mucu lesser than the words that had pierced my heart minutes ago. The words I read on the note had struck me hard. It was a suicide note, signed by me. However, I had never written one. I realised only after I was shoved hard through the window.

The last thing I saw was my wife’s face…


Word Count: 99

Prompt:

Carrot Ranch January 24 Flash Fiction Challenge

Three Line Tale: The Artist

He sat there everyday, against the wall that showcased his life’s work, his passion, his art.

He would smile back politely at the passers by who would shower him with praises and flowery words.

He smiled at how their actions failed to respect their words, as the number of paintings on the wall greatly outnumbered the money notes in his wallet…


Prompt:

Three Line Tales, Week 153

Blog Battle: Flower

Flash Fiction: Horse Lords

I followed my professor to the last stop of our tour, the purpose of which was to educate us about our history.

He stood with his back to the ginormous horse-head statues and cleared his throat, indicating the need for silence.

“We come to the end of our trip around the country, at the statues that pay homage to beginning of our country, the reason we breathe free air, our two horse lords that aided us in the freedom struggle.”

I raised my hand and fired a quick question at the professor – “Sir, if we are indeed paying homage to something so significant, why did we only put up their heads, should we not have constructed the entire body of our lords?”

My question left the professor scratching his bald head, pondering over the answer and my classmates with a funny, if not fun end to the boring tour…


Word Count: 150

Prompts:

Sunday Photo Fiction – November 11, 2018

#BlogBattle: Educate

In Other Words, ponder…

 

Pssst..Why not try your hand at my challenge: The Wacky Weekend Challenge

It will be fun! 🙂

Flash Fiction: Pasta

“Is the order for table number ten ready?”

I turned the blaze of the cooking flame down and grasped the pan in my left hand.  With my right hand, I expertly arranged the lines of spaghetti on the plate. Reuben walked up to me and winked.

“You know, she’s looking quite fine in her black dress today.”

I peeked outside through the kitchen door window. There she was again, sitting in perfect poise, making my heart beat harder. Reuben whispered.

“Tell her, man!”

I put the final touch on the dish with the red sauce.

“A red heart, sweet!”


Word Count: 99

Prompts:

September 13: Flash Fiction Challenge

September 2018 Blog Battle

Finish The Story Blog Hop #6: Chapter 9

Pensitivity 101 has tagged me to continue this story! 🙂

And I gladly shall! 😀

Find the previous chapters here:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Now the story continues:


Eric nodded. He did not quite understand how these things worked, just like his mother had said. However, he knew that little Tuesday would be safer with them. He blew a flying kiss to Tuesday, and ran off towards the village. He had to remove all the notices.

He returned in the evening. He knocked on the door. He heard his mother’s voice coming from inside.

“Password?”

“Mom, it’s me.”

“You know the password, Eric.”

Eric sighed. When he was a little kid, Eric had been fond of making makeshift tents inside the house. He would let his mom enter the tent only if she used a password he had made up. Eric spoke towards the door.

“Olopolo!”

Mother opened the door to let Eric inside. To his shock, Eric saw an assortment of weapons laid out on his dining table. Bows, knives, swords, axes, it was a complete arsenal. He looked at his mother with questioning eyes.

“Mother? What is all this?”

Mother placed her hands on Eric’s shoulders.

“Child, you should know. Tuesday is no ordinary baby. Men will come to take her away. Evil men. We need to keep her safe.”

“But, mom what about the oath you took? And what do you mean by Tuesday not being an ordinary baby.”

Mother ruffled Eric’s hair.

“See Eric,….”

(To be continued…)


 

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Flash Fiction: Treatment

“So, what can you see in this ink blot, Dennis?”

Dr. Cutberth watched intently, as Dennis stared at the Rorschach Test. Dennis stuttered.

“M..m..moons. I can see different moons.”

Dr. Cutberth scribbled on his notepad. He noticed Dennis’ piloerection. That was never a good sign.

“Okay, Dennis. Now, I want you to come up to the window and look at the sky. Tell me what you see.”

Dennis did as he was told.

“Doctor, I can see the clouds and the stars. And..and the moon.”

Dr. Cutberth found that quite curious. It was a no-moon night. There was no moon out there. He seated the shuddering Dennis down and offered him a cup of hot chocolate. Dennis clutched it in his hands and sipped on it.

“One last question, Dennis. These blackouts you mentioned. When did they start?”

“Around two months ago. I think I had around four of these blackouts. I just can’t recall anything about them.”

The doctor scribbled some more on his notepad. Dennis looked at the doctor with scared eyes.

“Am I going mad, doctor? Am I sick? Can you treat me?”

The doctor placed a comforting hand on Dennis’ shoulder and handed him a prescription note.

“Don’t worry Dennis. It will be taken care of. I have prescribed some Ag pellets for you. Just hand the slip to my assistant, Miss Blossom, outside. She will take care of it.”

Dennis shook the doctor’s hand.

“Thank You, doctor.”

The doctor smiled and shut the door of his room, as Dennis left. He quickly made a call on his phone.

 

“Another one. There is a sudden alarming rise in the population of werewolves. Let’s see what Helsing has to say about this…”


Word Count: 281

Prompts:

August 2018 Blog Battle

Sunday Writing Prompt “Rorschach Test 3”

Word of the Day Challenge “Blossom”

FOWC with Fandango “Treat”

SoCS August 11/18

 

Image Credit: https://www.setaswall.com/black-moon-wallpapers/black-moon-wallpaper-07-1024×768/

SIX-WORD STORY CHALLENGE – “Faeries”

 

‘Cause of Death: His Green Faeries’

 

 

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This story was in response to J.I. Rogers’ Six-Word Story Challenge – “Faeries”

 

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