Flash Fiction: Shoot

Keep your eyes on the red saucer, and shoot.


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


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.


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.


Word Count: 100


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


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…

Flash Fiction: Sculpture

Finally, it’s complete.

It looks perfect if I say so myself, just as I had visualized in my dreams. After weeks and weeks of toiling under the sun, braving the strong winds and sitting out in the dark night, my masterpiece is complete. People will look at it in awe, gaze at it in puzzlement, trying to figure out the meaning behind my art. They will understand soon. It’ll all become clear when my master appears on Earth. My master, The Great Old One is coming.

And boy, will he be pleased with this sculpture he commanded me to make….

Word Count: 100


Friday Fictioneers 9th Nov, 2018

Flash Fiction: Paparazzi

There she is, today is the day I finally capture her on my camera.

I have to make sure that she does not spot me as she steps out of her house. This summer garb looks so lovely on her, raising the hotness quotient of this sunny day. I am drenched in sweat, waiting for the perfect shot. Ah, there she is ready to guzzle down that bottle of water, draining it thirstily. This is it, the perfect candid shot. Completely natural. That’s it, a simple point-and-click.


Now, to add this camera to my collection of celebrity cameras…



Saturday Mix – Same Same But Different, 3 November 2018

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 3/18

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…


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

Wanda’s Potion

Wanda was having a tough time with her potion.

The cauldron steamed and bubbled as the little witch tried her best to follow the recipe given in her book. Suddenly, Wanda heard a howl coming from the woods. Ignoring it, she continued stirring. Within moments, she heard knocking on her door.

She opened the door to reveal a huge wolf staring hungrily. Shivering, she asked him.

“Yes, Mister Wolf?”

He smacked his lips.

“Make sure you add extra pepper.”

Wanda was confused. She ran back into the kitchen and checked the book.

Wanda had been using a cook-book by mistake…

Word Count: 100

This was a children’s story written for Susanna Leonard Hill’s

The 8th Annual Halloweensie Contest

It was a bit difficult for me to tone down the darkness and make it kid friendly.

I hope it turned out well. Do let me know your thoughts on it.

Happy reading! 🙂

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:



Happy reading! 🙂

Word Count: 100


50 word Thursday #24 

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

Flash Fiction: The Spot

This was the spot, just as we decided, right outside Blizzard Arcade.

I had Becky right where I wanted her to be. My former business partner was looking at me quizzically.

“Janice, why are we waiting here? You said you had some urgent business to discuss.”

I checked my watch. The hired assassin would take the cathartic shot precisely in thirty seconds.

“I do have some business to settle with you, Becky.”

Becky laughed.

“I suppose you paid twenty thousand dollars for the settlement, right? I paid forty.”

I looked down to see the red laser dot on my chest….

Word Count: 100


Friday Fictioneers 19th October 2018

FOWC with Fandango “Former”

RDP Thursday – Blizzard

Your Daily Word Prompt – Cathartic – October 18, 2018