romance

Microfiction: Almost Everything

Sun, sand, and sea. Just one thing missing, which he magically produced from behind him: A 1998 vintage. He thought of everything…


Word Count: 22

Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #120 – Vintage

Sunday Photo Fiction – Aug 25 2019

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Haiku: Her Scent

My Eyes Twinkle, And
Heart Beats Faster, As The Breeze
Brings Her Scent To Me…


Prompt:

#Haikai Challenge (6/8/19): fragrant breeze (kunpuu) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

Flash Fiction: The Flowers

The flowers look pretty.

Nicely arranged, in a glass vase, their hues reflect in the ambient lighting. The flowers have a pure gold lining. I can see that he has spent a lot on them.
They are my valentine’s gift from him. However, I know it is not just a gift. He has sent the flowers because he could not come meet me. Just like every other week. It is an apology. The flowers do look pretty, but I hate them. He does not even remember that about me. The flowers are completly fake.

Just like his love for me…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 22nd Feb, 2019

Flash Fiction: Valentine Cupcakes

I looked up at the guard banging his baton on the gate of my jail cell.
The glee in his eyes betrayed his thoughts. He had come to scoff at his favorite toy.
“Look what came for you.”
He showed me a pretty box and opened it to reveal cupcakes. I walked towards the door.
“Your girlfriend has sent you a Valentine’s Day gift.”
I looked longingly at the cupcake. Before I could speak, the guard had stuffed his mouth with a cupcake.
Within seconds the pig was out cold.

Phase one of escape plan: Complete…
Thanks to her!


Word Count: 99

Prompt:

Carrot Ranch Feb 14 Flash Fiction Challenge

Flash Fiction: Halloween Love

I sat in the diner, looking out of the nearest window.

The street was bustling with activity. I could see all sorts of weird monsters and creatures of terror roaming about. After all, it was Halloween night, and everyone had something to do. The children were scurrying about in their cute costumes, angling for as many potential tooth decays as they could. The adults were party hopping, all gussied up in the sexy versions of vampires, werewolves, and other famous monsters, or rather whichever costumes were available in the store.

It was almost midnight. I was extremely excited. It had been so long since I had been on a date. I knew I was looking great. The hungry stares that had followed me ever since I got out of my house were evidence enough. However, I couldn’t help but have butterflies in my stomach.  I figured I would drown them with some ice cream soda. Just as the soda arrived, I noticed a figure wearing a slightly old fashioned, but expensive looking suit. My date had finally arrived.

I watched as the love of my life shuffled into the diner and made his way slowly to where I was sitting. As he approached me, he fetched out a rose from his pocket and offered it to me. He was so romantic. I took the rose from him and kissed him on the cheek.

He moaned in delight. I asked him how the year had gone for him. He moaned in response. Okay yes, I do speak zombie. Yes, the love of my life is of the undead variety. However, I loved him and he loved me. This was the only night of the year we could meet and celebrate our love.

Our Halloween Love…


 

Written for Kelly Griffiths’ Flash Fiction Contest

 

Image Credit: Jean-Philippe Delberghe