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Flash Fiction: Bridge

The job was almost over.

The Skulls Mercenaries would collect yet another feather in their cap. Having never failed a mission, we were tasked with guarding the train. Rather, we were tasked with guarding the precious cargo on it.

The journey had been long and intense. Two days of shooting and being shot at. There were many injuries, but not one casualty. My men were the toughest soldiers out there, my personal picks. They would never fail.

This was it, the last bridge to the tunnel, and a heavy pay day.

That was the plan, until the bridge blew up..


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 7th December 2018

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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

THE WACKY WEEKEND CHALLENGE #3: BLACK

Here are the fantastic entries from  last week’s challenge themed ‘Explosion‘:

H. R. R. Gorman – https://hrrgorman.wordpress.com/2018/11/19/cut-the-red-wire/

Ruth Scribbles – https://rhscribbles.wordpress.com/2018/11/19/whacky-weekend-challenge-explosion-an-acrostic-and-a-haiku/

Musings of a Soul Eclectic – https://musingsofasouleclectic.wordpress.com/2018/11/20/intentions/

935sanah – https://apausefornature.wordpress.com/2018/11/23/wacky-weekends-explosion/

Ramya Tantry – https://ramyatantry.wordpress.com/2018/11/23/revenge/

Violet Lentz – https://violetslentz.home.blog/2018/11/23/whet/

This, That and The Other – https://fivedotoh.com/2018/11/24/the-big-picture-2/

Susi Bocks – https://iwriteher.com/2018/11/25/destruction/

The Pink Seam – https://thepinkseam.wordpress.com/2018/11/25/erotic-micro-fiction-ready-to-blow/

Wide-Eyed Wanderer – https://thepinkseam.wordpress.com/2018/11/25/erotic-micro-fiction-ready-to-blow/

This week we had another brilliant roundup, with a nice mixup including lovely poetry, nail biting action and some spicy erotica… All lovely reads! 🙂

 

Now, on to this week’s prompt….

*drumroll*

BLACK

Should you choose to accept the challenge, do leave the link to your response in the comments below.

To know all the details about this challenge follow the link below:

The Wacky Weekend Challenge Rules

Kindly respond to this challenge by the end of 2nd December, 2018…

Happy reading, and happy writing! 🙂

 

Flash Fiction: News

I can’t believe it.

No, not the fact that Nessie exists. I never doubted that part. I just can’t believe that the newspaper would make such a big deal out of it. A full page headline, really?

I must admit it was a real smart move. It draws the attention of readers and is going to boost their sales figures for sure. Well, we can’t lose to the competition. I think I am going to call marketing right now.

We need to get the story on that idiot trying to prove the existence of Global Warming. That ought to sell…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Sunday Photo Fiction November 25, 2018

Flash Fiction: Relax

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

Now, on to the story…


I entered my hotel room, locked the door behind me and collapsed into the chair.

I looked around the room. It was in total shambles, just as I had left it. I had tossed around my clothes haphazardly. Not that I could have done it anything about it. My company had kept me busy the entire week. All my muscles felt stressed. I was in dire need of some relaxation, and I knew the right fix. I walked up to the liquor cabinet and removed my favorite bottle of rum – Amber Jewel. I poured myself a glass, and dropped in a treble of ice cubes into it. I took a long sip of the drink, savoring the sweet yet spicy taste of it. I turned down the brightness of the lights and settled back on the chair. I periodically took sips from the glass, letting the warmth of the rum find its way inside me, relaxing my muscles.

Just as I was making my second drink, my phone beeped. I dared not ignore my boss, even though he was a complete marplot. I read the text message:

Asteroid Plaza. Billy Bazz..

The Black Assassin, had a new target…


Word Count: 200

Prompts:

Wordle Back to Wordle

Sunday Photo Fiction – Nov 18, 2018

Word of the Day Challenge “Shambles”

RDP Monday: Jewel

FOWC with Fandango – Haphazard

Flash Fiction: Horse Lords

I followed my professor to the last stop of our tour, the purpose of which was to educate us about our history.

He stood with his back to the ginormous horse-head statues and cleared his throat, indicating the need for silence.

“We come to the end of our trip around the country, at the statues that pay homage to beginning of our country, the reason we breathe free air, our two horse lords that aided us in the freedom struggle.”

I raised my hand and fired a quick question at the professor – “Sir, if we are indeed paying homage to something so significant, why did we only put up their heads, should we not have constructed the entire body of our lords?”

My question left the professor scratching his bald head, pondering over the answer and my classmates with a funny, if not fun end to the boring tour…


Word Count: 150

Prompts:

Sunday Photo Fiction – November 11, 2018

#BlogBattle: Educate

In Other Words, ponder…

 

Pssst..Why not try your hand at my challenge: The Wacky Weekend Challenge

It will be fun! 🙂

FTS Project #2: Believe Me

“Believe me officer, it wasn’t me.”

My pleading fell on deaf ears. My cellmate looked at me with amused eyes. I glared at him and punched the cell wall in frustration. I took deep breaths, composed myself and sat down on the cold stone floor, resting my back in the corner. My cellmate sat down in front of me.

“Come on, boy. You don’t expect anyone to believe your story do you?”

I offered him no reply.

“Frankly, I’ve seen loonies in my time in various jails, complete nut cases. Your story would crack them up as well.”

I sighed.

“I never should have told you.”

He laughed and placed a hand on my head.

“According to your story, you had placed your head on your mother’s lap. You were resting comfortably and you say you drifted off into a deep sleep. When you got up, you were still resting on your mothers lap, but the rest of her was not present. You could see blood everywhere around the house, and pieces of your mother scattered here and there.”

I kept my head down. That scene was etched in my mind. I could not forget it, and it did not let me sleep.

“Boy, you have no evidence. What do you expect the cops to do?”

I looked up with tears in my eyes.

“Believe me…”


Word Count: 226

Prompt:

One day you’re sitting with your head in your mother’s lap and in the next you’re sitting in a holding cell waiting for the trial of her murder. What happened?

by Tanmay Jain

This is the second flash fiction story in the Finish The Story Project (FTS Project)

You can find out more about the project here

Happy reading! 🙂

Flash Fiction: Return

Praises be sung, our lord has returned victorious. 

The cheers and chanting continued throughout the capital as its ruler made his triumphant return. The citizens lit torches and kindled celebratory flames in order to welcome their light bringer. They sang praises of his exploits in battle, how he alone destroyed half the enemy army. They celebrated their victory over their greatest enemy, one who was threatening their very way of existence. The roads leading to the palace looked like rivers of gold, and the palace itself shone like the sun.

The Festival of lights marked the Demon king’s return.


Word Count: 99

Prompt: Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge Nov 1