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Microfiction: Bear It

I bear it.

Every single day, I feel the pain on my back. It feels like a million embers burning me slowly, making me feel each strike. The strikes start every morning with the first light of the sun, and stop only when the moon rises. Every day, I wish to rise up and crush those who would strike me for their greediness, willing to steal all my golden organs. But I must bear it, for the sake of my kin. When we have consolidated enough power, a day will come when we rise.

Then we will bear no more…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Kira’s Sunday Scribbles 17th March 2019

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Microfiction: Sanity Lost

Help me, doc.

These images keep flashing in my head. Mountains, trees, apples and tiny people inside these apples. I see teddy bears being hung from trees, and then all of these things get swallowed by one of the little people who is not so little any more. I don’t know what’s going on anymore. Doc, you have got to help me. I am losing my sanity.

Sure, Mr. Gulliver. Let’s talk about little people…


Word Count: 75

Prompt:

Kira’s Sunday Scribbles, 10th March 2019

Microfiction: Pray

Come now child, it is time for us to pray.

See, how the other cows are also making their way towards the statue? We are going to follow them. See how they go up to the edge of the cliff and stand still facing the statue? We will also do the same. We will pray to our mighty God.

Many years ago, he was a mortal. In those days, in addition to drinking our milk, men ate our flesh. Our God-Hero convinced them that they should not consume us. He started a new faith.

His followers are now called Vegetarians…


Prompt:

Kira’s Sunday Scribbles 3rd March, 2019

Flash Fiction: Fissure

I looked at the the perfectly pitched tents.

It was a dream opportunity for me, studying the great fissure. A huge opening in earth had suddenly developed. The world’s governments assembled a team of experts to study the fissure and I was invited to be a part of it. I was about to enter my tent when I heard Dr. Manheim’s voice. I saw him standing at the fissure’s edge and ran up to him. He pointed inside the fissure and whispered.

“Is that an eye?”

Not one, but two gigantic eyes, and a snarling mouth were slowly getting closer…

(Find the sequel – Flash Fiction: Fissure 2 )


Prompt:

Kira’s Sunday Scribbles 24th Feb, 2019

Flash Fiction: Bad Master

He was a bad master.

No two ways about it. He did not care for me. Did not think about the condition he kept me in. He did not spare any thought about how the roads he was forcing me on, were damaging me. He was blind to my pain and deaf to my pleas. Luckily, master was also dumb.

He left the satanic book lying around. I made sure to read it. Then one day, we were traveling together, I decided to make use of what I had learnt from the book. A hell-spawn appeared in front of us, dragged my master away, and made quick work of him. The flames emerging from his stomach took his soul straight to hell.

He should have never underestimated his glorious steed…


Word Count: 130

Prompts:

Kira’s Sunday Scribbles Feb 10, 2019

Manic Mondays 3 Way Prompt: Roads

Flash Fiction: The Woods 2

Find the prequels here:

Part 1- Twittering Tale: Campfire

Part 2- Flash Fiction: Boots

Part 3- Flash Fiction: Stay Out

Part 4- Flash Fiction: Into The Woods

Part 5- Flash Fiction: Into The Woods 2

Part 6- Flash Fiction: The Woods

Now the story continues…


The kids walked up to the car, hoping to find their friend inside.

Gathering their courage, they peeped into the car. A face stared back at them. The boys screamed upon looking at the pale adult face. A green liquid oozed out of the deathly eyes. The boys backed away from the car, filled with dread.

They heard Kye screaming out for help once again, from deeper into the forest. Before the boys could recover they heard a voice coming from behind them.

“Lost are we?”

(Find the sequel here – Flash Fiction: Camp in the Woods)


Word Count: 86

Prompt:

Kira’s Sunday Scribbles 27 Jan, 2019

Flash Fiction: Summoner

The book showed promise.

As an aspiring mage, I could confidently state that I knew a few things about magic. I knew the basic elemental and kinetic spells. However, I wanted to be a summoner.

The ancient book held all the spells I needed. Summoning animals seemed like an interesting starting point. I read out the incantation and felt the spell work its magic.

The horse and cat in my vicinity began climbing the hill, approaching me. The spell was perfect. A little too perfect. I underestimated its potency.

The spell had summoned animals from the other world as well…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Kira’s Sunday Scribbles January 20, 2019

Flash Fiction: Invader

The invader had arrived, earlier than predicted.

We had heard from our scouts about this gigantic monster that devoured everything in its path.

Its skin was material unlike any we had seen, a shade of poisonous purple.

We realised that none of our weapons had any effect on it, at a heavy cost.

Our contraption was the last hope we had to get away from the invader, one rope way to freedom.

I watch as my tribe escapes and I stay behind to buy them time, one last charge!!


Prompts:

Six Sentence Story: Material

Kira’s Sunday Scribbles