Searched For Happiness; Found Only Chaos…
Prompt:
Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #7 – October 12, 2019
Image Credit – Mayank Kumarr
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Twittering Tale: Grandma’s Chest
The chest lay untouched.
All us cousins knew we weren’t to go near it. Grandma had made that clear. However, on a boozy night, our curiousity got the better of us. I accepted the dare to open it. There lay grandpa’s corpse, one eye staring at us.
A knife plunged through the other.
Character Count: 280
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Flash Fiction: Dad’s Glasses
Dad was always mysterious.
Mother quarreled with him over his secretive lifestyle. However, he never changed his ways. He would spend hours in our library, buried under piles of books. He never seemed to read them, rather he just skimmed through. Mother had developed a resentment towards books and did not step inside the library, and I simply wasn’t allowed there. One day, while dad was away on a trip, I snuck in. I wore his glasses and began going through his books. It was then I understood his obsession. The glasses highlighted certain words – clues.
To grandpa’s treasure maybe?
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Friday Fictioneers 13th September 2019
PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr
Twittering Tale: Golden Sun
I peeked through my window blinds.
The city was bathed in the golden rays of the morning sun. It was pretty, but there was nothing out there for me. No cause to step out. In fact, I doubt anyone had any reason to step outside now.
But, the radiation was reason enough to stay in…
Character Count: 280
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Flash Fiction: Bunker
It has been four days now.
For four days we have been trapped in this bunker as those dastardly planes bomb our city relentlessly. The torrential explosions in the day are followed by distant detonations in the night. It then that we venture out of the bunker. A group of four or five at a time. We make a run for the storeroom and grab food for those in the bunkers. The devils in the sky think they can make us quit with their rain of hellfire. That won’t happen. We will never give up.
Long live our Fatherland!
Word Count: 99
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Carrot Ranch September 5 Flash Fiction Challenge
Microfiction: Disturbed Zone
These are lonely roads that I ride on.
No vexing women and no malevolent men.
This is my zone, my place of tranquility.
A chance to get away from death.
But sometimes, it follows me, in the form of bandits.
At these times, I let my pistols do the talking…
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Three Line Tale: Snake Show
Come one, come all to my snake show, and yes it is absolutely safe and free.
I need a volunteer and you will do perfectly ma’am, see how my snake shows affection by hugging you.
So, that’s fifty dollars, not for the show, that is free, but the fee is only so that my slithering friend here loosens his grip…
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Microprose: Boring School
School is boring.
I don’t know why my parents force me to attend. I don’t want to study. I want to express myself out there, ,do something interesting like a corporate job. These knives and guns are a waste.
I mean who really wants to be trained to kill?
Word Count: 49
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YeahWrite #438 Weekly Writing Challenge
Six Word Story: Surprise
Planned My Surprise Party; Nobody Came…
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Flash Fiction: Flying Gate
I looked up at the director
“Boss, this is the fifth time I’ve set up the gate and fence.”
The director looked at me callously.
“The shot wasn’t right. So, you do your job and I will do mine, to get the perfect take. Okay?”
He turned around before I could reply. The gate and fence were ready to be destroyed all over again. The director shouted at the stunt driver.
“Get in the van and do it right this time.”
I knew exactly where the stunt driver was hoping the soon-to-be-flying gate would land.
I agreed with his sentiments.
Word Count: 100
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