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Flash Fiction: Climb

I knew it was not going to be easy.

The top floor, and a window of only fifteen minutes to get through the open window. Time to see if all my practice at the rock climbing wall bore any fruit.

Okay, slow and steady does it. I won’t look down and only focus on the goal – the window. That’s easier said than done. Here come the shivers. Ignore them, ignore them.
Right, made it to the window. It is open, as I was promised.

I hope she likes her valentine’s gift and can keep it away from her disapproving father…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 15th February 2019

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Flash Fiction: Starry Date

They loved coming to the field on their dates.

It was their quiet place, away from their problems. She would forget all her work pressure and melt in his embrace. He would forget about his daily woes and truly smile in her presence. They would lie down on the grass and gaze endlessly at the starry skies. They would talk about everything under the sun, laugh at each other’s jokes and sometimes, they would simply stare into each other’s eyes. This, was not one such night. This night, they had company.

Company that flew in from space, and abducted them…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Inspiration Call: Flash Fiction Friday

Flash Fiction: Dry Breeze

The dry breeze stings my face.

This sand, this air, are slowly choking the life out of me. I want to get back to my old life. I had power, I had purpose, but most importantly, I had freedom. Here, I feel trapped. My injuries did not kill me, merely forced me to retire. However, I wish I had died before I retired. I wish I was buried at the sea, like a true captain.

I long for the darkness to find me, as much as I long for the sea mist to caress my face, one last time.


Word Count: 99

Prompts:

Friday Fictioneers 1st February, 2019

Carrot Ranch January 31: Flash Fiction Challenge

Flash Fiction: The Woods

Find the prequels here:

Part 1- Twittering Tale: Campfire

Part 2- Flash Fiction: Boots

Part 3- Flash Fiction: Stay Out

Part 4- Flash Fiction: Into The Woods

Part 5- Flash Fiction: Into The Woods
Now the story continues…


The three boys kept their eyes peeled.

For a split second, Gary thought he spotted a shadow moving inside the fog. However, it vanished as soon as he realised he had seen it. In fact, all of the fog began receding into the denser woods.

Gary sighed in relief and turned to face his friends, only to realise that only Roger was standing there. Roger and Gary heard their friend’s cries for help coming from the woods.

Without a word, they followed his voice. It led them to a clearing, where they saw a vintage abandoned car.

Kye continued screaming…

(Find the next part here- Flash Fiction: The Woods 2 )


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 25 Jan 2019

Flash Fiction: Summoner

The book showed promise.

As an aspiring mage, I could confidently state that I knew a few things about magic. I knew the basic elemental and kinetic spells. However, I wanted to be a summoner.

The ancient book held all the spells I needed. Summoning animals seemed like an interesting starting point. I read out the incantation and felt the spell work its magic.

The horse and cat in my vicinity began climbing the hill, approaching me. The spell was perfect. A little too perfect. I underestimated its potency.

The spell had summoned animals from the other world as well…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Kira’s Sunday Scribbles January 20, 2019

Flash Fiction: Door

Looking at the door nervously, I backed up into the kitchen.

“Mom!”

She replied with a quick hmmm, refusing to divert her attention away from the vegetables she was chopping.

“It’s the door!”

She dropped down her knife and rushed towards the door. I could see the colour draining from her face.

“Call up Father Lorenzo. Tell him the paper charms are coming off.”

I nodded and took a step back. Before dialling the number on my phone I turned to mom.

“Mom, does this mean dad woke up?”

Mom stared at me.

“Yes, my child! And he is hungry!”


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 18 January 2019

Flash Fiction: Shoot

Keep your eyes on the red saucer, and shoot.

BANG!

A good try. Just a narrow miss. Now, try to predict the course of the disc and then shoot. Here it comes.

BANG!

AlmosFFfAW Challenge – 194tht there. You can do it. Remember your target practice. There is no difference, other than the fact that you are using live ammunition and the target is moving slightly. One more time.

BANG!

Good shot. The red saucer was blown to smithereens. What do you mean by what about the black saucer? Which black saucer? Oh fuck! That’s an actual flying saucer you idiot.

RUN!!


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

FFfAW Challenge – 194th

Flash Fiction: Little Lighthouse

Little Ben surveyed the ocean from his very own lighthouse.

Ben’s father, a Captain in the Imperial Navy would spend months away on the seas. Ben had inherited his father’s love for the deep blue. Upon this realization, father built a little lighthouse for little Ben.

Ben would spend all his spare time in the lighthouse, keeping a weather eye trained at the ocean. He kept a tab on the vessels that arrived and left port. Ben’s keen vision helped in saving the town from catastrophe during The Great Festival.

Ben was the first to spot the approaching Jolly Rogers…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Sunday Photo Fiction Dec. 2, 2018

Flash Fiction: Mister Oil

I know the folks in my town find me strange.

They are often bumfuzzled by my eccentricities. They snigger behind my back, and call me names. Yes, I know they do, my hearing is just fine. I like one of the names they call me – Mister Oil. It sounds like one of those superhero names.

They may laugh at my habit of collecting oil cans. However, their laughter will be wiped out soon when the mechabots invade earth, and I will be spared because I will be ready to service the conquerors with my oil cans.

All hail The Mechabots!


Word Count: 100

Prompt: Friday Fictioneers 30th Nov 2018

Flash Fiction: Wait

The wait was almost over.

I stood at the bank of the river with my hands in my pockets. I watched as the little stream of water flowed down the rocks, making soft gurgling music. It was a real sweet sound, but I was not interested in it. I wanted to listen to the roar of the river. Watch the river flow in its full force. I wanted to watch the rapids in all their glory. I knew the river was waiting for me, as I was waiting for it.

The rains will come soon, and our wait will end…