Searched For Happiness; Found Only Chaos…
Prompt:
Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #7 – October 12, 2019
Image Credit – Mayank Kumarr
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Senryu: Kings’ Pride
Statues May Showcase,
Kings’ Pride. But They Fade Away.
Just The Deeds Remain…
Prompt:
Twittering Tale: Grandma’s Chest
The chest lay untouched.
All us cousins knew we weren’t to go near it. Grandma had made that clear. However, on a boozy night, our curiousity got the better of us. I accepted the dare to open it. There lay grandpa’s corpse, one eye staring at us.
A knife plunged through the other.
Character Count: 280
Prompt:
Senryu: Train Chase
Gun The Engine Mate,
Need To Jump Onto The Train,
To Defuse The Bomb…
Prompt:
Flash Fiction: Dad’s Glasses
Dad was always mysterious.
Mother quarreled with him over his secretive lifestyle. However, he never changed his ways. He would spend hours in our library, buried under piles of books. He never seemed to read them, rather he just skimmed through. Mother had developed a resentment towards books and did not step inside the library, and I simply wasn’t allowed there. One day, while dad was away on a trip, I snuck in. I wore his glasses and began going through his books. It was then I understood his obsession. The glasses highlighted certain words – clues.
To grandpa’s treasure maybe?
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Friday Fictioneers 13th September 2019
PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr
Senryu: Enchanted Men
Flying Fairies Can
Bewitch Men. But Swimming Nymphs
Can Do It As Well…
Prompt:
Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 144 #SynonymsOnly
Senryu: New Wings
Do Not Be Surprised.
I Was Always A Demon.
The Wings Came Later…
Prompt:
Twittering Tale: Golden Sun
I peeked through my window blinds.
The city was bathed in the golden rays of the morning sun. It was pretty, but there was nothing out there for me. No cause to step out. In fact, I doubt anyone had any reason to step outside now.
But, the radiation was reason enough to stay in…
Character Count: 280
Prompt:
Flash Fiction: Museum Visit
It was a slow sunday, just the way I like it.
It started off with a bright, boozy brunch. The food was as good as if not better than the merry conversations at the table. My head still floating with a mild buzz, I decided to visit the museum. It always transported me to the past. I walked through all the exhibits, taking my time to read all the descriptions. The solid, factual language used, was a nice change from the flowery words I was used to at work. After spending a couple of hours at all the exhibits, I made my way to the technology wing. This was my favourite section. As I observed the handheld devices, I remembered the smartphone era from my childhood. We still had to touch the screen. Today, my brain-link glasses do it all for me.
I only have to think…
Word Count: 147
Prompts:
Weekend Writing Prompt #122 – Museum
Sunday Photo Fiction – Sep 8 2019
Photo courtesy of LL Jones
Flash Fiction: Bunker
It has been four days now.
For four days we have been trapped in this bunker as those dastardly planes bomb our city relentlessly. The torrential explosions in the day are followed by distant detonations in the night. It then that we venture out of the bunker. A group of four or five at a time. We make a run for the storeroom and grab food for those in the bunkers. The devils in the sky think they can make us quit with their rain of hellfire. That won’t happen. We will never give up.
Long live our Fatherland!
Word Count: 99
Prompt:
Carrot Ranch September 5 Flash Fiction Challenge
