Flash Fiction: My Meanstalk

Kids are supposed to be naughty.

They hardly have any ill intent behind their actions. I’m not such a kid. I mean every cuss word I throw. I don’t hide behind my cute smile, I proudly flash my evil grin. This time, my family will feel my anger. They actually thought they could ground me. Well, they were wrong. This plant I ordered online will help me. It has only been three hours since I planted its seed and it has already spread so much. My plant will soon cover the entire house. Grow, my meanstalk, spread all over.


Word Count: 100


Friday Fictioneers 6th Sep, 2019

Flash Fiction: Objective Fruits

The masked men had surrounded us.

Their leader stepped towards me, and removed his mask, revealing his repulsive face.

“You are protecting the plant of power. Simply surrender, we will take the fruits that will make us impervious to defeat, and be on our way.”

I smiled weakly, and wiped the blood off my face.

“You don’t know anything about the plant. It cannot survive anywhere else other than this formerly attractive garden, which you destroyed. And most importantly, we don’t protect the plant, it protects us.”

The masked men turned too late to see the plant sprouting thorns…

Word Count: 99


Weekend Writing Prompt #98 – Impervious

Sunday Photo Fiction – March 24, 2019


Flash Fiction: The Plant

My little plant sat pretty in the crystal vase. It was my present on my tenth birthday. I loved it and named it Greenie, naming it after the single green leaf it had. It sat in the kitchen, silently observing what happened inside my house.

It wordlessly observed my family, every day. A bit too keenly. I can swear that that Greenie tilted ever-so-slightly towards my parents’ voices as when they squabbled. Its growth accelerated with the increasing tiffs between them.

I just got back from school now. Greenie has flowered. Deep red flowers, which were not there today morning.


Word Count: 100

Written in response to Friday Fictioneers 25 May 2018