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Flash Fiction: The Misty Stone

“Boss!Can’t we take a break?”

Captain Gregory looked back at his squad and the sorry picture they painted. He sighed and nodded. Cummins turned back to his three comrades and gave them a thumbs up sign. The tired soldiers seated themselves on the marshy ground, atop what little firm area they could find. They were deep inside the jungle now, and the density of the fog showed no signs of thinning down. Captain Gregory spit out the gum he was chewing and replaced it with a fresh wad of gum. He walked up to his men.

“Five minutes is all you get. Then we continue.”

Cummins shook his head in disbelief.

“Boss, why are we rushing it so much? Why not wait until this deathly fog reduces? We have lost half our men trying to navigate the perils of this jungle in such poor visibility. All this just for a stone?”

The captain drew himself up to his full height.

“Son, you don’t even know the value of this stone on the black market. The thickening of fog only indicates that the stone is being moved to a secure location. We won’t get a chance like this for the next five years. I cannot afford to waste time like this. I want the stone, and I will have it, so watch me.”

Cummins got up, readied his weapon and whispered as softly as he could.

“I’m more afraid of what else is watching us right now.”


Word Count: 247

Prompt:

#MenageMonday Challenge – Week 2×39

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Flash Fiction: Misty Road

Visibility was almost zero.

That was all thanks to the misty road. It lived up to its name. It was my bright idea to come for a joy ride here. The intially clear road had become mist laden within minutes.

I could see nothing around me. I was hesitant to go any further and heading back was not an option on this mountain road. I decided to rely on the tail lights of the car in front of me. I could only be astonished at the confidence and skills of the person driving that car.

In some time, my engine began sputtering and my car came to a halt. Cursing my car, I slapped my steering wheel. To my surprise, the mist began clearing as fast as it had appeared. I gasped in shock as I realized my car stood right at the edge of a cliff. As I calmed myself down and reversed, I had only one question in mind.

Where had the other car gone?


Word Count: 167

Prompt:

Kreative Kue 214

Flash Fiction: Dry Breeze

The dry breeze stings my face.

This sand, this air, are slowly choking the life out of me. I want to get back to my old life. I had power, I had purpose, but most importantly, I had freedom. Here, I feel trapped. My injuries did not kill me, merely forced me to retire. However, I wish I had died before I retired. I wish I was buried at the sea, like a true captain.

I long for the darkness to find me, as much as I long for the sea mist to caress my face, one last time.


Word Count: 99

Prompts:

Friday Fictioneers 1st February, 2019

Carrot Ranch January 31: Flash Fiction Challenge

Flash Fiction: The Mist

It’s been quite some time now. David and Billy have still not returned. I hope they are fine.

The thunderstorm has left the house quite damaged. Even the door is no state to keep out any person, not that I can see any person out on the street. This wretched mist has been coming closer and closer ever since David and Billy left. It makes me feel cold, and afraid. Almost as if it holds within it some unspeakable horror.

The mist has moved rapidly, engulfing the neighbors’ houses. All that remains between my house and the ominous cloud is a rapidly decreasing patch of road. All my instincts are telling me to hide inside the cellar. That is not an option anymore. The thunderstorm has caused flooding to occur down there. The most I can do now, is pull the curtains, adding another pseudo-layer between me and the mist.

Last curtain left now….

Wait, is that a Giant Spider..?


Word Count: 160

Prompt:

FFfAW Challenge – 181st

 

This flash fiction draws inspiration from Stephen King’s The Mist….

Hope you like it! 🙂

Happy reading! 😀

 

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Jodi McKinney. Thank you Jodi! 🙂