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Haiku: New Future

We Have Both Survived,
And So A New Day Shines Forth.
The Future Is Safe…


Prompt:

Thursday photo prompt: New #writephoto

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Flash Fiction: Climb

I knew it was not going to be easy.

The top floor, and a window of only fifteen minutes to get through the open window. Time to see if all my practice at the rock climbing wall bore any fruit.

Okay, slow and steady does it. I won’t look down and only focus on the goal – the window. That’s easier said than done. Here come the shivers. Ignore them, ignore them.
Right, made it to the window. It is open, as I was promised.

I hope she likes her valentine’s gift and can keep it away from her disapproving father…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 15th February 2019

Flash Fiction: Paper Boat

My little nephew Sage, was a bundle of fun.

Like most little kids, he was always on the lookout for new ways to have fun. A couple of days ago, I made him a paper boat, and his eyes widened as if it was the most wondrous thing he had seen. Today, he asked me for another paper boat. I promptly complied. He thanked me with a kiss on my cheek and rushed out with his friends. I could hear them going into the backyard screaming Red Sea at the top of their voices. My interest piqued, I got up and jogged behind the kids, asking them what they meant by Red Sea. They led me towards a small red puddle, on which my paper boat was floating. I realized instantly that it was a puddle of blood.

The smiles on the kids faces told me they knew that too…


Word Count: 150

Prompts:

Sunday Photo Fiction – February 10, 2019

Word of the Day Challenge: Blood

FOWC with Fandango — Pique

RDP- Sunday– SAGE

Flash Fiction: Camp in the Woods

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

Part 7- Flash Fiction: The Woods 2

Now the story continues…


The boys gasped and turned slowly.

The found a young man dressed in a black suit smiling at them. On his hips lay holstered a huge pistol. The kids began backing away. The man raised his arms in the air and went down on one knee, making sure the kids could see him eye to eye.

“Hey! Don’t worry, guys. I won’t hurt you.”

Gary and Roger stopped in their tracks. The man continued smiling at them as he put one hand inside his pocket and fished out a badge.

“You see kids, I’m Agent Billy. You are safe with me.”

Gary spoke softly.

“Do you know what that face was? And our friend, he has disappeared. He was screaming, and..”

Billy nodded.

“Yes, I know that kids. Okay, first things first, what are your names?”

“I’m Gary and this is Roger. And our friend Kye is missing.”

Billy stood up and walked towards the kids.

“Okay, we will find Kye. I promise. All I need to know is, do you trust me?”

Gary looked at Roger. Roger nodded slowly.

“We trust you Agent Billy.”

Billy smiled again and adjusted his glasses.

“I have a camp set up close by, where my partner is waiting for me. If someone knows how to get Kye back, its my partner. Come, lets go to the camp. Its not safe out here. Just keep your eyes peeled, okay?”

The two boys nodded in unison and began following closely behind Billy, who led them deeper into the woods. In a few minutes, the boys found themselves facing a huge hollow tree, surrounded by perimeter lights. In front of the tree, the boys saw a ghostly figure sitting cross legged facing them. Billy ruffled the boys’ hair.

“That’s my partner, Special Agent Perseus.”

(Read the next part here – Flash Fiction: Hunt In The Woods)

(To read more about Billy and Perseus read The Statues Series here )


Word Count: 298

Prompt:

Tell The Story Challenge

I nominate –

Asha Seth

Laura Bailey

SanaH

If they choose to accept, they would have to tell a story about the following image:

Cute Childhood Artwork (id: 156468)

 

Happy reading! 🙂

 

Flash Fiction: Another Secret

“I thought we agreed no more secrets?”

“I swear this is the last one.”

“Never in all my wildest wool-gatherings did I imagine my husband owns a bloody dragon.”

“Awesome isn’t he?”

“Well, I can’t disagree…”


Word Count: 36

Prompts:

Time To Write: Sentence Starter 43 [Creative Writing Prompt]

Weekend Writing Prompt #92 – Wool-Gathering

Sunday Photo Fiction – February 3, 2019

Microfiction: Sheep

So, this is the latest sheep in our flock. Her name’s Tabitha.

How much does she cost? You mean, how much did she cost to create? Well, a million dollars, give or take.

No, its no joke. She’s a top notch product of military science. A harmless looking explosive device.

What about her wool? Who cares? She’s designed for blasting our enemies to smithereens.

Who do you think you are calling a mad man, mister?

Wait, are you even from the C.I.A ?

No? You are a sheep farmer? Well, this is awkward…


Word Count: 95

Prompt:

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #11