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Flash Fiction: Train to Minesville

The train sounded its final whistle.

Slowly, it began chugging out of the station. I looked on with tears in my eyes, as my friends waved goodbye to me. I waved back until they went beyond my horizon. My parents told me that I would be going to a place called Mineville, and that it was nothing like my village. It was a huge city where people could dig out gold with their hands. That’s what my parents told me, but I don’t believe them. I saw them taking money from the people in the black suits.

They’d sold me…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 26th July 2019

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Flash Fiction: I Dreamt I Was The Moon

I dreamt I was the moon.

It was a peculiar dream. For some unknown reason, I had an animus towards Earth and the earthlings. I tried so hard to move myself towards the earth. I wanted to crash into it, blast it into oblivion. I was struggling to do it, and as soon as I began moving, the earthlings fired a beam at me to put me back in my place. I was a slave to to their power. Then, I woke up. I was angry at myself.

It was such a petty dream to have, for me, the sun…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Prosery #2

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Flash Fiction: What The World Has Come To

“Hey there, mate.”

The old guard turned around to see a bunch of teenagers step out of their flashy cars. They were dressed up opulently and reeked of booze.

“How can I help you, sir?”

“Is the washroom here?”

“No, sir. It is further ahead. This is the art exhibition.”

“Well, the art looked like shit, so we thought it was the loo.”

The teenagers guffawed and sped away.

The old guard lit a cigarette and turned towards the main exhibit.

“That’s right. Cover your face so that you don’t have to see what the world has come to.”


Word Count: 99

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 19th July 2019

Flash Fiction: Brave and Free

I look at our flag fluttering in the wind.

We’re the Home of the brave and land of the free, they say. Sadly, I’m neither of the two. My husband is a pile of trash, and the trash smells better. I despise him and his ways with me. However, I am bound in matrimony to him, as decided by our families. Five years ago, I wasn’t brave enough to say no and nor am I brave enough to do it now. However, what if bravery can win me my freedom?

I grip the kitchen-knife tighter as I hear him enter…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 5th July 2019

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Flash Fiction: Cinema

It was opening night of the new cinema in town.

It advertised a new dimension which made the movie seem all the more real to viewers. It was still an experimental tech and in a sense, us first viewers were guinea pigs.
I was rather excited about the experience. The movie was a standard slasher flick, but the new effects lived up to all the advertising. The slashes, screams and spurts of blood seemed so real. I only realized at the end of the movie, that they were indeed real.

The bloody bodies in the front row served as proof…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 28 June 2019

Flash Fiction: Look Before You Speak

It was a tiresome wait.

My meetings had been draining and all I wanted was to get back home. However, my FreeFly Airlines flight was two hours late. As I sat at my gate, a posh gentleman came and sat next to me. He greeted me and spoke in a polished accent.
“Flying FreeFly eh?”
I nodded.
“Bad choice. See, they are never on time. I’m flying AirSuperior. They really are superior. Better seats, crew, planes, better timing…”
Right then there was a news flash on the TV:

AirSuperior flight explodes midair.

The gentleman got up and walked away wordlessly…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 21 June 2019
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Flash Fiction: The Synagogue

It has always stayed the same.

I was only a little boy when I saw the synagogue for the first time. Back then, there were only empty spaces around it. Many years have passed since then. The empty spaces have been replaced by apartments and stores. The then vacant roads are now lined with cars. However, the synagogue has stayed the same. As the rabbi of this community it’s been my job to keep up the faith of the good people. When lost, I renovate their faith.

In return, they renovate the synagogue, keeping it the same for future generations…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 3rd May 2019

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Flash Fiction: Suits

“Jarvis, pack my suit. I need to scram soon. I’m already late as it is.”

At once, Mr. Stark. Which one will you be needing?

“You know! The ones that leave the crowd dazzling, the men glaring and the ladies drooling.”

Very well, sir. Which one should I pack? Your classic red, your light red, or the new white one?

“Just go ahead and pack them all. I’ll decide at the venue, depending on my mood and the situation.”

Done, sir.

*An hour later, at the venue*

“Jarvis, next time, just remind me to specify if I meant party suit…”


Word count: 100

Prompt:

100 Word Wednesday: Week 118

Microfiction: Long Drive

She was a real eye candy.

I met her at the club. After a few drinks and dancing, I sweet-talked her into going on a long drive. We sat in my trashy car. I was surprised that she didn’t find it amusing. She said it added to my mysterious persona. I drove towards the outskirts of town and into the forest and parked the car. Like every other girl I brought here, I asked her to wait as I fetched booze from the trunk, where I hid my knives.

I almost fainted when I returned to find the passenger-seat empty…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

The Aether Prompt: April 3rd, 2019

Flash Fiction: Loom

Look at the power loom.

See how all these different threads are connected to the loom. They revolve around it just like the lives of so many people. The workers, the owner, the buyers, the gangs, the soldiers and even the king, are all like the threads that are interwoven by the loom. Even if one thread proves to be of an inferior quality and breaks, the loom will stop functioning.

But, maybe this society as it functions is already broken. Maybe it needs a new direction. This loom has power over our society.
Breaking it, will destroy the society…


Word Count: 100

Prompt: Friday Fictioneers 29th March 2019
PHOTO PROMPT© Sandra Crook