Flash Fiction: Resting Place

We stood in silence.

Our camp under the abandoned bridge was hardly a location worthy to be called our leader’s final resting place. He deserves so much more than a makeshift grave and a randomly selected rock as his tombstone. None of us standing here, paying our final respects to him, would have been alive had it not been for his bravery. He was the one who saved us from the extraterrestrial invaders, and taught us how to fight back. We are lost without him. However, that could be changed.

It is a gamble, but the necromancer could help us…

Word Count: 100

Prompt: Friday Fictioneers 16th November, 2018

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


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Flash Fiction: Horse Lords

I followed my professor to the last stop of our tour, the purpose of which was to educate us about our history.

He stood with his back to the ginormous horse-head statues and cleared his throat, indicating the need for silence.

“We come to the end of our trip around the country, at the statues that pay homage to beginning of our country, the reason we breathe free air, our two horse lords that aided us in the freedom struggle.”

I raised my hand and fired a quick question at the professor – “Sir, if we are indeed paying homage to something so significant, why did we only put up their heads, should we not have constructed the entire body of our lords?”

My question left the professor scratching his bald head, pondering over the answer and my classmates with a funny, if not fun end to the boring tour…

Word Count: 150


Sunday Photo Fiction – November 11, 2018

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In Other Words, ponder…


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