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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

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 The empty spaces have been replaced by apartments and stores.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

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Friday Fictioneers 3rd May 2019

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Flash Fiction: Our Plan

We planned it perfectly.

We knew about his schedule. He was a man of habit and never swayed from his plans. That made it easy for us to hatch the plot. The servants were easy enough to get rid off. A coin here, a holiday there, and they weren’t going to cause any problems. His bodyguards were an issue, but wine and women had taken care of them.

On the planned date, he was all alone during his walk. The senile statesman did not even notice his solitude until our knives pierced him.

His reign was finally at an end…


Word Count: 100

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Friday Fictioneers April 12 2019
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Flash Fiction: Thorny Tree

It had been a week since I had slept well.

My hair had been keeping me up. It itched so much. I had used the best hair products, but to no avail. I asked my mother if I should visit a doctor, but she had refused, stating that such things happen when puberty hits.

That night, it was a lot worse. My hair felt as if it were ablaze. I stepped outside to get some fresh air, and that’s when it happened all of a sudden.

Thorny branches began growing from my hair, eventually falling off and becoming a tree….


Word Count: 100

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Friday Fictioneers 5th April 2019
PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio

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

Flash Fiction: Cultists

“Wanna start a cult?”

I stared at my best friend’s face. Sometimes she had the weirdest of ideas. I played along.

“Okay, sure. So, what will our cult do?”

She thought about it for a few seconds and retorted.

“We will do cool things.”

I nodded.

“Like what?”

“I dunno. We’ll figure that out. But, we will have a cool club attire and codewords and tattoos.”

I smiled at her, slyly.

“And I presume we’ll cut up people and sacrifice them?”

She pouted at me.

“Don’t make fun of me. You know we already do that.”

I laughed as I cleaned my dagger, which was dripping with fresh blood.

“Then I guess we are already in a cult. Aren’t we?”

She paused again for a moment. And nodded.

“Yep, right you are, as always. Now come help me lift this body. We need to take it to the sacrificial slab..”


Word Count: 150

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First Line Friday March 15th 2019

Flash Fiction: Wood Piano

It lay untouched by the entrance.

The eccentric restaurateur had purchased the wooden piano from the antique shop. He thought that it ornamentally fit in with his restaurant, The Musical Meal. After placing it by the entrance, he did not give it a second thought. He did not look at it until a few months later, when he heard a commotion outside the restaurant. He rushed outside to find a small crowd gathered. The people were all clapping and cheering for a ragged looking old man sitting at the wood piano, playing it.

As he played, flowers bloomed on it…


Word Count: 100

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Friday Fictioneers 15 MARCH 2019