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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

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Flash Fiction: Paddle

You sure there are no alligators here, right?

This question had begun to irritate me now. It was the fifth time in half an hour that I was being asked the same question. I assured my date once again, before she promptly went back to clicking selfies and her social media.

She was as much part of the date as the surrounding water was. She had zero interest in paddling or making conversation. I guess she asked me out only to get someone to paddle, while she clicked pictures. She had even kept aside her life-jacket so that she could continue flaunting her best features on social media.

Hey, my followers on insta are asking me about alligators..you are completely sure, right?

That was the last straw. This girl had driven me nuts. I pulled back the paddle and whacked her on her head with it. Down she went into the lake, phone and all.

The lake had no alligators, but I made no promises about crocodiles…


Word Count: 168

Prompt:

FFfAW Challenge #193

Flash Fiction: The Benches

Psst..if you enjoy flash fiction, do check out The Wacky Weekend Challenge

It’ll be fun! 🙂

Now, on to the story…


Nobody knew who had made the structure, but everyone in town knew the structure.

The Benches had been a part of town since as long as anyone could remember. They had always been there. Who made it? No one could say. However, their legend had been passed on from generation to generation, becoming a part of the town’s traditions. It was said that if two people sat on The Benches, one on each part, the two would remain friends for life. Their bond would last forever.

When the war broke out and town was constantly bombed, The Benches stood intact, still together. They remained as they were, a standing testament to their legend. Fortifying the statement, that

True friendship, was forever…


Word Count: 121

Prompt:

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers # 192

Flash Fiction: Dream House

I watch the workers doing their job.

My dream house is finally going to turn into a reality. It will be just as I have envisioned it, just as I have designed it. All my years of working hard will finally bear fruit.

I see my little daughter looking at the property, still clueless about what exactly is going on here, yet smiling in glee. That smile will only widen when she sees what her father has in store for her.

My family will no longer live in rented places. We will know what it means to live in a place we can truly call our home.


Word Count: 107

Prompts:

FFfAW Challenge – 191st

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 10/18

 

Psst..if you enjoy flash fiction, why not give my challenge The Wacky Weekend Challenge, a try?

It’ll be fun! 😀

Happy reading! 🙂

Flash Fiction: Threads

I looked at the box holding my threads.

I gave it a good long look, sighed and kept it aside. No time for that. Right now, I had to get my ass to office, and work it off the whole day. That was the only way I could get enough money to repaint my dingy apartment. It would require new air conditioning as well, right now, it feels like a supernova in here. Only my corporate job can pay for all that. It is the only way. Or is it?

I could always begin stitching commercially, become a self employed individual. It would be fun. And maybe, it will pay off all the bills too. I looked at the box of threads again.

Maybe, some other day…


Word Count: 127

Prompts:

FFfAW Challenge – 190th

Word of the Day Challenge “Dingy”

Your Daily Word Prompt – Supernova – November 7, 2018

Flash Fiction: Hunt and Kill

This is the tenth part in the tale. Find the prequels here:

Part 1- Flash Fiction: Cave Trip

Part 2- Flash Fiction: Cave Trip 2

Part 3 – Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest

Part 4 – Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest 2

Part 5 – Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest 3

Part 6 – Flash Fiction: No Other Choice

Part 7 – Flash Fiction: The Hard Way

Part 8 – Flash Fiction: The Hard Way 2

Part 9 – Flash Fiction: The Adventure Begins

Now the tale continues…


The newly created demon arose, hearkening his master’s commands.

His wine red body was garbed only in rags, tatters of the clothes his once human self had worn. The sinister voice guided the demon to a portal.

“This my minion, is the gateway to your adventure, your mission.”

The demon flexed its rough muscles and stretched his hips in preparation for the mission to come.

“Step through the portal.”

The demon did as instructed and instantly appeared in front of a house,. As the demon materialized in black billow of smoke, he noticed a man staring, with horror struck eyes.

The sinister voice commanded.

“Go forth my minion. Hunt and KILL!”

(The story continues in the next series…

Find the first chapter here – Flash Fiction: Highway to Hell)


Word Count: 114

Prompts:

FFFAW Challenge 189th

Weekly Writing Challenge 165

Flash Fiction: Treasure Hunter

Ah! Here comes master, again.

He comes over to my bowl only on two occasions. First, when its my feeding time, and second, when he gets bored with his work. I guess he likes watching me swim around like an idiot. I bet it makes him feel superior, and all high and mighty. See, there he goes, tapping on the bowl, assuming that the tapping wakes me up. Oh yes! I need to play treasure hunter again. I fly into the ship, search for the treasure and come out, every single time.

I guess he still believes that a goldfish’s memory is quite short lived. After all, that is the popular public opinion, isn’t it?


Word Count: 115

Prompts:

FFfAW Challenge 188th

FOWC with Fandango “Public” 

Flash Fiction: Barricade

“Ahoy, Admiral! The last ship is in place.”

I stood looking at the flotilla that had been gathered. These were all pretty vessels. It was almost too sad to see these pieces of beauty go to waste. I turned to my first mate.

“Very good. Give the order for lowering the bridge. Post that, make sure all captains and their crews get back inside the town.”

“Aye, aye sir.”

I looked on as the bridge began lowering, a perfect compliment to the setting sun. Maybe all this would not be enough after all. However, as the admiral and leader of this town, I will do what I can to stop the wave with my barricade.

Even though the sun has set, I will make sure the town survives to see the sun rise. Somehow. Anyhow. My town will survive.


Word Count: 139

Prompt: FFfAW Week 187

Flash Fiction: Griffin

I looked at the box in awe.

My master had managed to outdo himself. It was times like these, when my harsh apprenticeship seemed worthwhile. I could have become apprentice to any wizard. However, I chose my eccentric master. I was warned about the nature of the apprenticeship. I was told how menial the nature of my tasks would be. Yet, my instincts told me that I would get to witness magic like no other here. Today, my instincts were going to be proven right.

In the orange box, my master had managed to gather all the rare ingredients required to summon a Griffin. No other wizard had ever achieved this feat. It would be so incredible to observe a real Griffin, learn about it. I decided to ask my master about it. I was sure he had some great world-changing research in mind.

“Master, what are we gonna do once the Griffin is summoned?”

Master raised an eyebrow and nonchalantly replied.

“Eat it, of course. Always wanted to try Griffin meat…”


Word Count: 172

Prompt:

FFfAW Challenge – 186th

Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest 2

This is the fourth part in the tale. Find the prequels here:

Part 1- Flash Fiction: Cave Trip

Part 2- Flash Fiction: Cave Trip 2

Part 3 – Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest

Now the tale continues..


The cold voice continued speaking to me.

“You heard me right, young man. I offer you an adventure of a lifetime.”

I snorted.

“And what is this adventure you speak of? And before that. Who are you? What the hell are you?”

The voice grew harsher.

“Just know me as your host. As for what I am. I am simply someone who is offering you a chance to get away from the mundane boring work, dreadful traffic jams, and a dull existence. I am simply supplying you with a scintillating experience. All you have to do, is drink milk from that carton over there.”

I never trusted the voice, but after looking at the carton appear from nowhere, I trusted it even less. I replied back.

“And what if I refuse?”

My question was met with chilling laughter.

“Dear uninvited guest, you don’t have the right to refuse my offer…”

(Find the sequel here – Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest 3)


Word Count: 150

Prompts:

FFfAW Challenge – 185th

FOWC with Fandango “Traffic”

Word of the Day Challenge “Scintillating”