These are lonely roads that I ride on.
No vexing women and no malevolent men.
This is my zone, my place of tranquility.
A chance to get away from death.
But sometimes, it follows me, in the form of bandits.
At these times, I let my pistols do the talking…
Prompts:
The sirens howled.
By now, everyone in the room was used to the noise.
Everyone looked at the giant screen in front.
The air was thick with tension and excitement.
This was their 50th attempt, and they had to make good on it this time.
“Right boys, countdown to ten…”
Word Count: 50
Prompts:
Today marks the one month anniversary of our arrival.
This cave has sheltered us and our guns allowed us to hunt.
However, our ammunition won’t last long.
Will we end up becoming Paleolithic food?
Maybe the time machine wasn’t the greatest idea.
Will we ever escape back to our time?
Word Count: 50
Prompt:
All I wanted to do was to get closer to the school of undiscovered fish I saw before me.
I was already at maximum safe distance from the vessel.
I had swum out quite far away from the other divers, who were trying to hail me on my communicator.
Ignoring the garbled message I was receiving, I held my arms out in full extension hoping the fishes would come towards me.
My idea worked and all the fishes started swimming towards me, just as I received the message clearly.
“Red alert. Red alert. Return to vessel. Fishes confirmed as man-eaters…”
Word Count: 100
Prompts:
Living on as a survivor is not easy in this wretched world.
I have fought countless battles through my life: For glory, for food, for money, and some times for the sheer fun of it.
In my youth I courted war, but as the years passed, my disgust of those who fuelled conflicts began increasing.
Every man that I have ever killed, every instance when I ended a life, sometimes swiftly, cleanly and sometimes slowly; they are still fresh in my memory.
I am exhausted now, awaiting a quick death.
However, my blade still remains hungry for more blood…
Word Count: 99
Prompt:
We were never promised a glorious battle nor death worthy of remembrance.
All we understood was that if we did not fight our hardest, the dark king would slay our loved ones, and ravage our lands.
The Dark King’s minions were summoned from the blackest depths of earth, where no men wander.
Vicious and vile to the core, their only weakness was the blaze of holy fire.
As a senior mage of our kingdom, the responsibility of supporting our troops had been shifted to my shoulders.
I wasn’t the type to shun responsibility, besides I loved playing with fire…
(Read the sequel here – Flash Fiction: My Scar)
Word Count: 99
Prompts:
It is rightly said that behind every scar there is a story of survival.
My story took place many years ago, during the invasion of the dark king.
Led by our Prince, we were fighting for our survival in a battle that defined ages.
Our Prince’s eminence in warfare was unquestionable on the battlefield, as he skewered numerous dark minions in front of my eyes.
In the heat of battle I saw one minion slip behind the Prince, ready to end his life, when I jumped in between.
My sacrifice won my kingdom’s freedom and won me this scar…
Word Count: 99
Prompt:
He put on his best smile, and began walking down the red carpet, flashing his perfect set of teeth to the cameras.
The paparazzi had all gathered to one side of the carpet.
He was unperturbed even when he knew the press wanted a piece of him.
He had been nominated for best actor this year, as he showed flashes of sheer acting brilliance, in addition to his chiseled features.
Dressed in his well fitting tuxedo, he posed for the flashing cameras.
The fitting had turned out quite tight, and as he turned, he ended up flashing the cameras…
Word Count: 99
Prompt:
The invader had arrived, earlier than predicted.
We had heard from our scouts about this gigantic monster that devoured everything in its path.
Its skin was material unlike any we had seen, a shade of poisonous purple.
We realised that none of our weapons had any effect on it, at a heavy cost.
Our contraption was the last hope we had to get away from the invader, one rope way to freedom.
I watch as my tribe escapes and I stay behind to buy them time, one last charge!!
Prompts:
The sun set upon the bloody battlefield as the soldiers began their homeward return, battered and broken, but victorious.
The victors would call it a glorious battle, while the defeated would never speak about it, for they were all dead.
Everyone had fallen, the archers, the pikemen, the knights, even the Black King himself, all had embraced the insensitivity of death.
The battle had begun with the now-victors cowering under the blazes spewed by the great dragon, mount of the Black King.
It was only a lucky bolt that pierced through the dragon’s scales, punctured its heart and brought the dragon crashing down into the sea.
As the sun falls from the sky, the dragon’s body sinks further into the depths of water, soon to be forgotten, unlike the horrors of war…
Word Count: 130
Prompts:
Six Sentence Story #34 “Sensitive”
Tuesday/Wednesday Writing Prompt Challenge December 19, 2018
