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Flash Fiction: Bridge

The job was almost over.

The Skulls Mercenaries would collect yet another feather in their cap. Having never failed a mission, we were tasked with guarding the train. Rather, we were tasked with guarding the precious cargo on it.

The journey had been long and intense. Two days of shooting and being shot at. There were many injuries, but not one casualty. My men were the toughest soldiers out there, my personal picks. They would never fail.

This was it, the last bridge to the tunnel, and a heavy pay day.

That was the plan, until the bridge blew up..


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 7th December 2018

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Flash Fiction: Little Lighthouse

Little Ben surveyed the ocean from his very own lighthouse.

Ben’s father, a Captain in the Imperial Navy would spend months away on the seas. Ben had inherited his father’s love for the deep blue. Upon this realization, father built a little lighthouse for little Ben.

Ben would spend all his spare time in the lighthouse, keeping a weather eye trained at the ocean. He kept a tab on the vessels that arrived and left port. Ben’s keen vision helped in saving the town from catastrophe during The Great Festival.

Ben was the first to spot the approaching Jolly Rogers…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Sunday Photo Fiction Dec. 2, 2018

Flash Fiction: Paddle

You sure there are no alligators here, right?

This question had begun to irritate me now. It was the fifth time in half an hour that I was being asked the same question. I assured my date once again, before she promptly went back to clicking selfies and her social media.

She was as much part of the date as the surrounding water was. She had zero interest in paddling or making conversation. I guess she asked me out only to get someone to paddle, while she clicked pictures. She had even kept aside her life-jacket so that she could continue flaunting her best features on social media.

Hey, my followers on insta are asking me about alligators..you are completely sure, right?

That was the last straw. This girl had driven me nuts. I pulled back the paddle and whacked her on her head with it. Down she went into the lake, phone and all.

The lake had no alligators, but I made no promises about crocodiles…


Word Count: 168

Prompt:

FFfAW Challenge #193

Twittering Tale: Last Walk

Their bags packed, they began their journey.

Holding each other’s hands, they walked down the cobbled streets, reliving memories. They had always imagined what life would have been like had they met as children. Not having much time left, they went on a long walk.

One last time…


Character Count: 280

Prompt:

Twittering Tales #112, 27 Nov, 2018

Flash Fiction: News

I can’t believe it.

No, not the fact that Nessie exists. I never doubted that part. I just can’t believe that the newspaper would make such a big deal out of it. A full page headline, really?

I must admit it was a real smart move. It draws the attention of readers and is going to boost their sales figures for sure. Well, we can’t lose to the competition. I think I am going to call marketing right now.

We need to get the story on that idiot trying to prove the existence of Global Warming. That ought to sell…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Sunday Photo Fiction November 25, 2018

Flash Fiction: Disrespect

Sarah finished buttoning her skirt, just in time to see Jasper pulling on his pants.

Jasper looked around uncomfortably. Sarah sighed.

“Okay, what is it? What’s wrong?”

“You know Sarah, I think what we did was wrong. We should not have done this in the graveyard. It was a bad idea.”

Sarah smirked.

“Really? Now you think it is wrong. You did not think it was wrong when I was giving you the time of your life? I did not hear you complaining then. You were as loud as I was.”

Jasper shivered.

“I still think we showed disrespect to the dead here.”

Sarah laughed.

“I think the only disrespect you showed, was to me. And I enjoyed every inch of it.”

Before Jasper could respond, a sound coming from the trees broke the silence of the graveyard. Jasper and Sarah looked around trying to find the source of the sound. They did not have to search for long. A lady carrying a lamp made her appearance. Jasper and Sarah looked at each other, and then looked back at the lady. But, they saw nothing. The lady had disappeared.

The couple realized too late that the lady had appeared right behind their backs. The realization had come in the form of a strong shove that launched the lovers on to the ground. The silent lady took the two unconscious lovers by their heads and dragged them towards a fresh grave.

RIP

Here lie Jasper and Sarah, disrespecters of the dead….


Word Count: 250

Prompts:

Time To Write: Giving

Inspiration Call: Flash Fiction Friday

Flash Fiction: Relax

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Now, on to the story…


I entered my hotel room, locked the door behind me and collapsed into the chair.

I looked around the room. It was in total shambles, just as I had left it. I had tossed around my clothes haphazardly. Not that I could have done it anything about it. My company had kept me busy the entire week. All my muscles felt stressed. I was in dire need of some relaxation, and I knew the right fix. I walked up to the liquor cabinet and removed my favorite bottle of rum – Amber Jewel. I poured myself a glass, and dropped in a treble of ice cubes into it. I took a long sip of the drink, savoring the sweet yet spicy taste of it. I turned down the brightness of the lights and settled back on the chair. I periodically took sips from the glass, letting the warmth of the rum find its way inside me, relaxing my muscles.

Just as I was making my second drink, my phone beeped. I dared not ignore my boss, even though he was a complete marplot. I read the text message:

Asteroid Plaza. Billy Bazz..

The Black Assassin, had a new target…


Word Count: 200

Prompts:

Wordle Back to Wordle

Sunday Photo Fiction – Nov 18, 2018

Word of the Day Challenge “Shambles”

RDP Monday: Jewel

FOWC with Fandango – Haphazard

Ten Word Story: Escape

“Guards Searched, But Thief Had Escaped With Jewels…. And Dinner!”

 

Written for Isa-Lee Wolf’s Ten Word Photo Prompt “Escape”

 

Image Credit – R. Michelson Galleries

 

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