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Flash Fiction: No Tresspassing

This wasn’t a place I wanted to be in.

The writing on the wall was literal and figurative – No Tresspassing. Everyone in town knew that these folks meant it. No one dared venture into territory controlled by the Videlli Family. They were unsavory characters and had dealings in all things illegal. However, here I was, looking for my Dalmation, Onyx. He had wandered off into these streets, chasing some stray. After sneaking around for fifteen minutes, I found Onyx snuggling with that stray. Only, that stray was wearing a tag that read Videlli.

It figured. Onyx was into bad girls…


Word Count: 100

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Friday Fictioneers, 9th August 2019

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Flash Fiction: Seaplane

It was their first time in a seaplane.

The Theeves excitedly looked out of the windows as they sped along the coastline. They ooohed and aaahed at the natural beauty of the views. It was turning out to be their best trip and getting the seaplane now looked like a brilliant idea. As they landed, Mr. Theeve turned to his wife.
“Well, wasn’t that fun?”
She smiled and nodded.
“Yes, darling. It was the best.”
Mr. Theeve kissed his wife.
“Now, we need to get rid of this plane, before they track us down and jail us for stealing it…”


Word Count: 100

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Friday Fictioneers 2nd August 2019
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

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

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Friday Fictioneers 19th July 2019

Flash Fiction: Future Art

This was boring.

I should have expected this when I signed up for the ‘Art of the Future’ fair. However, my then alcohol fuelled brain had failed to consider how boring the endeavour could be. The art structure in front of me was titled ‘Fuel of the Future’. The artist was proudly presenting it as his vision of a post ten year future: Flying cars which recharged with giant plugs. I shrugged as I clicked my chronometer and travelled twenty years into the future, where I hailed from.

I tsked as I saw the streets still crowded by cars…


Word Count: 99

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Friday Fictioneers 12th 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

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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

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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

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

Flash Fiction: Old Tools

Gentlemen and ladies, take a look at these.

These were the tools used by man. They look prehistoric don’t they? However, you would be surprised to know that they are only a mere hundred years old. This only goes on to show how much we have progressed in a century. Now, if you will follow me, we shall make our way to the observation deck.

With the aid of our technology, we will be able to sit right here and observe our ancestor’s colony, a planet called earth…


Word Count: 88

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Friday Fictioneers 14th June 2019

Flash Fiction: Dive

It was the most beautiful dive I had ever seen.

I knew she practised hard every day. Which is why she was simply the best. Before the athletics team selections, I came to watch her final practice session. She loved to practice when no one was around. Her dive had been absolutely perfect. I had no chance of being selected when up against her. Such a prodigy was born once in a hundred years. Which is why I almost regretted slipping the live electric wire into the pool.

Well, almost …


Word Count: 90

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Friday Fictioneers 20 May 2019

Flash Fiction: First Mission

The mission was a go.

We received confirmation on the radio. The dacoits were hiding out in the abandoned structures not too far from the village. It was a hunt-and-kill operation. This wasn’t the first time for the task force. However, I was a rookie on this taskforce and my rifle had never seen service. I was confident in my abilities and special training, right until the dacoits returned fire and the squad captain took a bullet to the head. I have never forgotten the mission nor the captain’s eyes.

On some days, I do regret being a double agent…


Word Count: 100

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Friday Fictioneers 10th May 2019