lost

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

Twittering Tale: Map

“Ron, I think we have to go that way.”
“I agree with you, Bud.”
“Guys, are you sure we are going the right way?”
“Yep.”
“Sure?”
“Positive. You ladies need not worry about a thing.”
“Oh boys, we are not worried about anything, other than reaching the Annual Cartographers Meet, on time.”


Character Count: 280

Prompt:

Twittering Tales #124 – 19 February 2019 – Lost

Flash Fiction: Lost

It all started with my money. My jewels and precious stones went next, followed rapidly by my artworks. I lost my armies next – all my elephants, chariots, horses and foot soldiers. Then I lost my palaces and my ancestral home. My clothes went next and then my pride. I lost my family next before finally losing myself.

I had lost it all in a matter of hours.

Now, as I sit alone, penniless, homeless and humbled, I realize I have lost something else. Something I should have lost at the very beginning.

I lost my gambling addiction!

 

Word Count: 98

Written for Master of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge Week 3

 

Image Credit: https://www.jw.org/en/publications/magazines/watchtower-study-june-2017/can-you-look-beyond-outward-appearances/