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Flash Fiction: Sixty Eight

Hello Readers,

Apologies first. I have been on vacation in Australia(loving it here) and have had little opportunity to blog. For now, here’s a new flash fiction which is my first entry in Tanmay Jain’s FTS Project. Here it goes:

There was something extraordinarily ordinary about murder that people just didn’t get!

It was the natural order of things. A hunter hunts and prey gets murdered. Yet, us humans deem to curb our natural instincts. Our societies condone murders and have made laws protecting the prey. It makes sense, since most of the lawmakers are prey themselves.

I don’t take these laws too seriously anymore There was a time when I did that. I believed the laws and joined the military to protect the prey. A few close encounters knocked some sense into me. I defected. Went off the radar and began doing what I was born for. I am quite good at it too. Sixty seven on my kill list and no cop has even got close to figuring my identity. Number sixty eight should be fun.

I’ve never killed with a screwdriver before…


Prompt by Tanmay Jain

FTS Project 2.0

Happy reading! 🙂

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Flash Fiction: Dive

It was the most beautiful dive I had ever seen.

I knew she practised hard every day. Which is why she was simply the best. Before the athletics team selections, I came to watch her final practice session. She loved to practice when no one was around. Her dive had been absolutely perfect. I had no chance of being selected when up against her. Such a prodigy was born once in a hundred years. Which is why I almost regretted slipping the live electric wire into the pool.

Well, almost …


Word Count: 90

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 20 May 2019

Finish The Story: The Mystery Of The Stone Circle- Part 5

Teresa, aka The Haunted Wordsmith, started a story, “The Mystery of the Stone Circle,” and tagged Fandango to pick it up where she left off and to write part two.

Here’s Teresa’s part one:

Sammy finished stuffing the leftover food and makeshift kitchen into his pack, which Geri strapped the tent onto the side of his pack. As the pair started back on the trail, the morning sun cast them in a golden glow. The weather that week had been everything a hiker could ever hope for — cool evenings, warm mornings, and just enough mist in the afternoon to keep the hot summer sun at bay.

“I think it’s just over that crest,” Geri said, stuffing the map and compass back into the pocket in his cargo pants.

Sammy nodded. “Good, I’m tired of all these switchbacks. Throw a rope down and let us hike straight up.”

Geri laughed and slapped Sammy on the arm as he passed him. “Race you to the top.”

Sammy groaned but chuckled and shook his head at his friend. Ever since third year’s sports parade and carnival, Geri was always on the go. That’s one of the things that attracted Sammy to him, although he knew they would never be anything more than friends. Until four months ago when he served as Geri’s best man, he had always held out a little hope.

“Told ya!” Geri shouted from the top of the trail, pointing into the valley below.

“Man,” Sammy said, panting, “that’s amazing.”

They stood on the crest of the hill and looked at the concentric circles etched in the ground and the various stones that jutted out of the ground as if something from deep within was trying to speak.

“You know,” Geri said as they headed down toward the ancient ruin, “they say that this was built by …


Fandango at This, That, and the Other wrote part two:

…aliens who landed here eons ago, when dinosaurs still roamed the planet. These extraterrestrial beings attempted to colonize Earth, but the same giant asteroid that wiped out the dinosaurs, also put an end to the aliens’ attempt to make a home here on Earth.”

Sammy looked at Geri and shook his head. “Oh my God,” he said. “Did you take a hit on some of that potent ganja I have in my backpack? Seriously, Geri, you can’t really believe that.”

“Look at it, Sammy,” Geri said, somewhat defensively. “Clearly what we’re looking at is not man-made. Those are perfect circles within perfect circles and they cover several square miles along the valley floor. And that pile of huge boulders in the center. How do you think they got there? I’ll tell you. They are what’s left of a giant temple the aliens built in honor of their god.”

“I never realized what a nut job you are, dude,” Sammy said. “You’re either suffering from altitude sickness and exhaustion, or you’re just plumb loco.”

“Okay, Sammy,” Geri said. “If you’re so damn smart, what’s your explanation for what we’re looking at?”

Sammy took a deep breath and said, “It’s really very simple, Geri. You see…

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Msjadeli’s part three:

…according to my religious beliefs, it wasn’t extraterrestrials who came and arranged the stones, it was our very own Earth deities who did it. At least we agree that it wasn’t humans who made it.”

Geri’s jaw dropped open and he was speechless for a second, trying to absorb what Sammy had just said. “Sammy, can you tell me just how your theory isn’t any more outlandish than mine? There’s only one God, and he had nothing to do with this! OK OK enough, let’s just agree it wasn’t humans and go find some sticks and logs for the fire tonight.”

Although Geri was under the impression that they were there for a hiking adventure and photo shoot, Sammy was there for other reasons. If Geri knew what those reasons were he might have refused to come along.

According to the solar and lunar charts as they aligned with Mars’, tomorrow was the night the hieroglyphs on the center stones would glow and shoot out lights to the holiest of holy rocks in the configuration. Sammy had been practicing his ancient religion since childhood. Although he didn’t believe that the Gods and Goddesses were alive anymore, he did know that his ancestors had hollowed out the holiest of holy stones in the configuration and filled them with pure Andes gold and many gems that were found in the mountain river banks, gifts from the highlands in Spring. Sammy’s plan was to observe the glowing stones, mark them with a dot of glow-in-the-dark spray paint while they glowed, then afterwords dig them up to plunder the gold and gems.

In order keep Geri from finding out what was going on, Sammy had brought along a roofi to slip into Geri’s drink tomorrow night as they sat near the campfire. It was harmless, no side effects, and Geri would be no worse for wear afterwards.

They set up their tents and built a fire. Geri snapped a bunch of pictures as the sun set. After a few beers fireside they each went to their separate tents and fell asleep within moments, as they’d hiked for several hours that day. During the night each had very vivid dreams…


Padre’s Part Four:

Geri’s dream took him to a time when the hillsides beyond the circles were still covered with lush forest. He could see the sun rising through the mouth of the valley which faced all too perfectly eastwards. The red glow of the rising orb sent out finger-like beams into the valley.

Then just as the day brightened, seven tall figures emerged from the treeline. One of these wore a shining headdress, and an immense feathered cape fell from across her shoulders. She walked carefully to the spot where the centre of the rings now stood, and using her staff made a mark in the soil. She then gave instructions to her companions in an incomprehensible language. They each bowed to her and disappeared in separate directions into the surrounding woods.

As they ate trail mix for breakfast the following morning, Geri commented that he had had the strangest dream.

“What was it like?” Sammy asked with sincere interest.

Geri related the details to his friend, but then said, “They were just like normal people. Except they were really tall.”

“Like basketball player tall?” Sammy inquired.

“No. More like giraffe tall.”

“How do you know?” Sammy pressed.

“They were over half as tall as the trees.”

Geri pondered this, and tried to recall the elements of his own dream. He too could remember a tall somewhat feminine figure. But that wasn’t quite right. The figure was more “sexless” than female, and in his dream it wasn’t a feathered robe, but actual wings upon its back.

“How could we both have the same dream?” Sammy asked in bewilderment.

Then Geri let out a cry of astonishment. He held up his camera and pointed to one of the snaps he had taken the evening before. “Look at this . . . .”


Padre passed this on to the wondrous Crispina Kemp of Crimsonprose. However, her writing schedule did not allow her to continue this right now, so Padre passed it on to me. I hope I can fill in her boots! 🙂

My part:

“…photo!”

Sammy peered at the camera. He could make out a silhoutte near the stone circles. The outline seemed similar to the sexless figure he had seen in his dreams. He looked at Geri.

“Maybe, we should get a closer look at the stone circles. There definitely is something funky going on here.”

Geri nodded. After grabbing their stuff in a jiffy, the two boys made their way towards the centre of the circle. Geri led the way and as soon as he reached the centre of the circle, Sammy stepped back. Everything had gone to plan. He watched as the stones within the circle began glowing a deep red. Geri tried moving, but there was an invisible force that kept him glued to the centre or the circles. He shouted at Sammy.

“What’s happening? What is all this?”

Sammy smiled. His ancient religion told him about the true value of these stones. He wanted to steal them but in their complete state. To bring them to that state, a sacrifice was required. Sammy needed to sacrifice someone he loved. He knew Geri was never going to love him back in the same way. So he chose him as his sacrifice. Planted the drugs, and the fake photograph. It was the perfect plan.
As the stones glowed brighter, Geri began to fade, and by the time the stones were a deep blood red, Geri had disappeared into oblivion.Sammy cackled in triumph.

Boundless riches were now all his…

The End

Three Line Tale: Legendary Port

This is the legendary port town of Salty Sea, where the legend of the great kraken was born.

Our sailors were the ones who went out to see, encountered the kraken and took it down, opening the sea up for trade and bringing great prosperity to our little town.

What we did not know, was that the Kraken had children, and after all these years, the now-adult children are coming for us; vengeance in mind…


Prompt:

Three Line Tales, Week 171

Flash Fiction: Pvt. Investigator

“What do you call yourself?” the Fawn said at last.

Such a soft sweet voice it had! From its looks I had expected it to sound gruffier. I responded confidently.

“A private investigator. The world’s best actually.”

“We don’t have any of those where I come from.”

“Pray tell me. What do you need my help with?”

The fawn looked to his hooves and shifted nervously in his seat.
“I’ve heard you are good at finding lost things.”

“That I am. Now, what have you lost?”

“Four children.”

“Very well. And you said you were from this place called ..Narnia..yes?”


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

50 Word Thursday #19

Microfiction: Landing

Ah, it is indeed, magnificent.

The blue pearl of the solar system lives up to its name. Entering Earth’s atmosphere now. Alright, boys and girls. Let’s bring her down nice and easy. Our stealth fields are working at 100% capacity. The human natives won’t detect our approach. Let’s put her down at the edge of the forest. Away from immediate civilization. Good, now turn on your transfiguration devices. Remember the plan, boys and girls: Infiltration only. No killing.

Not yet…


Word Count: 80

Prompt:

The Aether Prompt: May 8th, 2019

Flash Fiction: Embrace

Do you remember me?

We used to come here in our youth. You, the merchant Prince, and I a mere farmer girl. Do you remember how you embraced me here, hidden from the eyes of the world?

I remember. I remember how you brought me here after your marriage to some Southern Princess was decided. You pinned me against this tree and impaled me there with your sword.

I remember how the woods embraced me after that. I became a part of them, a vengeful forest spirit. Now you come back here after so many years. Let me complete my vengeance.

Let me embrace you…


Word Count: 105

Prompt:

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #85

Flash Fiction: First Mission

The mission was a go.

We received confirmation on the radio. The dacoits were hiding out in the abandoned structures not too far from the village. It was a hunt-and-kill operation. This wasn’t the first time for the task force. However, I was a rookie on this taskforce and my rifle had never seen service. I was confident in my abilities and special training, right until the dacoits returned fire and the squad captain took a bullet to the head. I have never forgotten the mission nor the captain’s eyes.

On some days, I do regret being a double agent…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 10th May 2019

Flash Fiction: Nuclear World

It was a nuclear world.

It all started when some wise man or was it some wiesman suggested that nuclear energy was the only solution to our energy crisis. Shockingly, all the world leaders accepted his opinion and took necessary measures. Nuclear factories were erected all over the world and a new Artificial Intelligence was hired to run them.
The AI started its task by disassembling all nuclear weaponry and reusing it to generate more power. The equation that was being used had enabled the AI to flawlessly generate power, and it never stopped. Pollution and the energy crisis was a thing of the past.

It was a nuclear utopia…


Word Count: 110

Prompt:

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #12

Three Line Tale: Cake Cutting

It was the Golden Jubilee celebration of the formation of their group.

Many members had not made it to this day, but those who were here, watched their leader intently as she cut the cake with finesse.

None of them had forgotten the feel of a knife in their hand, and the pleasure or cutting cleanly through objects…


Prompt:

Three Line Tales, Week 170