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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: Voyage

Into the darkness, I lead my ship.

It seemed like the best idea before it became reality: Escape the mundanities of  regular life, and set sail on a voyage to explore the world. I wanted to experience the various adventures this world had to offer. A bunch of young ones who were influenced by my words, joined me on my escape from reality. This scares me now. What if I made a mistake? Will these young ones suffer because of me?

Not on my watch…

The darkness does not look so bad, with the moon and stars guiding me…


Word Count: 99

Prompts:

Carrot Ranch November 29: Flash Fiction Challenge

Inspiration Call: Flash Fiction Friday

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: Resting Place

We stood in silence.

Our camp under the abandoned bridge was hardly a location worthy to be called our leader’s final resting place. He deserves so much more than a makeshift grave and a randomly selected rock as his tombstone. None of us standing here, paying our final respects to him, would have been alive had it not been for his bravery. He was the one who saved us from the extraterrestrial invaders, and taught us how to fight back. We are lost without him. However, that could be changed.

It is a gamble, but the necromancer could help us…


Word Count: 100

Prompt: Friday Fictioneers 16th November, 2018

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

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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

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 9th Nov, 2018

Flash Fiction: My Game

You were never a player. The game was always mine.

I chose my pieces and my moves as I saw fit. Every piece was placed only to dance to my tunes. Whether one found glory, or one found death, was all up to me. And in the very end, none of your moves made any difference. You made those moves because I allowed you to. Your will, your dreams, your aspirations, none of those ever mattered.

You were always a pawn.

It was always my game…


Word Count: 86

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 2nd Nov, 2018

Flash Fiction: House Party

Cass was a nightmare in white silk and pearls. However, her appearance was a beautiful dream in comparison to house we had arrived at.

Exiting the car, I stood gazing at the house in disbelief. There was not way any one would host a Halloween party in this ramshackle cottage. It seemed abandoned, looking more like a terrorist hideout than a party pad. Cass gasped.

“Isn’t this location just too adorable?”

I sighed. Cass loved horror. I on the other hand, hated it.

“I think we have got the wrong location. Or this was some sort of prank. Let’s go back to town?”

Cass began walking towards the house.

“Nope. The address is right. Might as well check it out.”

I trudged behind her, adjusting my mask. As we reached the front door, I could hear music and jovial chatter coming from inside. Cass rung the bell. A tall, pale person dressed up in knight’s armour opened the door.

“Welcome to the party. I am your host, the headless horseman.”

He proceeded to completely dislodge his head from his neck, as one might doff a hat. I looked at Cass, who stared back at me with wide eyes….


Word Count: 198

Prompts:

FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2018: WEEK #43

First Line Friday: October 26th, 2018

FOWC with Fandango — Adorable

Flash Fiction: Return

Spider silk clung at the doors, over the windows, across everything she had left behind.

Everything was in its place, just as she had left it ten years ago. She listened hard for any presence. However, all she could hear was the sound of the wind howling. The weather was quickly taking a turn for the worse. If she did not leave quickly, there was a high probability that she would get trapped in the blizzard. But, how could she leave empty handed, after coming all the way here?

She took the stairs, walking towards her bedroom. That is where it had all started. It was supposed to be a simple summoning, bringing forth a small fairy to play along with. It had gone horribly wrong. The summoned entity had possessed her younger brother, and continued to do so to this very day. In ten years, the dark entity had wreaked havoc across the world, moving from place to place, raising minions and declaring wars.

She had stayed hidden, choosing to let the world burn, rather than kill her own brother, because the only way to defeat this entity was to kill the host. However, her conscience would not let her hide any longer.

She had decided that she would fight. And as she entered her bedroom, she found what she had come for: The weapon that would win her the coming battle.


Word Count: 233

Prompts:

First Line Friday: September 14th, 2018

Thursday photo prompt: Spectral #writephoto

Friday Fictioneers: Fire

Finally, he had found it. It was exactly as he had seen in his visions – A pathway of steps leading to cabin in the woods. It was all for her. It had been a week since he had first seen her in his vision. Dressed in a black gown, she climbed the pathway, ever so gracefully. Midway, she looked behind her back, giving him a glimpse of her pale face and her fiery blue eyes that would pierce his soul. His intense desire for her had led him here.

Those blue eyes. They had set his heart on fire.

 

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