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Flash Fiction: Childhood Revisited

Alcohol makes humans do weird things.

I guess, after a point, we just want to feel young again. Alcohol helps with that. A few pegs down, my neighbours begin to think that they are young men and women. Once the booze really begins to flow, they begin revisiting their childhood. They are at it right now. I can see them holding on to each other and I can hear them making choo choo sounds – a human train. There goes the train, picking up speed. Okay, I think I need to be out there.

These old trains tend to derail faster…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 30th August, 2019

Twittering Tale: Hidden

He is coming for me.

I can sense his approach and his thirst to find me. I am the last one left, and all that stands between him and victory. None have beaten him till now. But I will be the first one to defeat him.

All I have to do is stay hidden, in this game of hide and seek…


Character Count: 280

Prompt:

Twittering Tales #151 – 27 August 2019

Twittering Tale: My Aching Body

The corridor was silent.

I could hear the creaking of my body with every step I took. It ached everywhere. The tests had been heavy. Sure, I’d read the terms and conditions before signing up for this, but the money offered had hastened my reading.

Damn those experimenting aliens…


Character Count: 280

Prompt:

Twittering Tales #150 – 20 August 2019

Flash Fiction: The Orca Tale

I grinned at my girlfriend as we seated ourselves at our table. She winked at me.
“So, this is the famous Captain’s Shack, your favorite restaurant. I finally get to see why you rave about it so much.”
“Ooo yes! Look’s great yea?”
“It does. But what’s with the orca..”
I placed a finger on her lips.
“Shhh! Just don’t ask that.”
She slapped my finger away.
“But why shouldn’t I ask about the Orca?”
I heard the Captain’s booming voice from behind me.
“The Orca you say?…”

An hour into the c/Captain’s tale, she realised she should’ve never asked…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 23rd August 2019
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Flash Fiction: The Don’s Move

Don Pazta stared at me triumphantly.

“You’ve done it. Don Peeza is dead. Now his territory belongs to us. Well done.”
I smiled at the old man while gingerly sipping on my glass of wine. Don Peeza’s half eaten apple lay on the plate, next to his resting head. Don Pazta giddily got up from his seat and did a small jig.
“Tell me though. How did you know he would pick that apple from the basket?”
I grinned at the old don.
“I didn’t.”

Don Pazta glanced towards the half-eaten apple on his own plate, before keeling over…


Word Count: 99

Prompt:

Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge 8th August 2019

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Flash Fiction: No Tresspassing

This wasn’t a place I wanted to be in.

The writing on the wall was literal and figurative – No Tresspassing. Everyone in town knew that these folks meant it. No one dared venture into territory controlled by the Videlli Family. They were unsavory characters and had dealings in all things illegal. However, here I was, looking for my Dalmation, Onyx. He had wandered off into these streets, chasing some stray. After sneaking around for fifteen minutes, I found Onyx snuggling with that stray. Only, that stray was wearing a tag that read Videlli.

It figured. Onyx was into bad girls…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers, 9th August 2019

Twittering Tale: Their Culture

“Oh God! Are we really going there?”
Yup.
“You realise they are uneducated tribals right?”
Yes. Very little is known about them. We can learn and share their culture with the world.
*2 hours later*
“Is keeping us locked in cages a part of their culture?!”
So is cannibalism, I’m sure…


Character Count: 28

Prompt:

Twittering Tales #148 – August 6, 2019

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Flash Fiction: Seaplane

It was their first time in a seaplane.

The Theeves excitedly looked out of the windows as they sped along the coastline. They ooohed and aaahed at the natural beauty of the views. It was turning out to be their best trip and getting the seaplane now looked like a brilliant idea. As they landed, Mr. Theeve turned to his wife.
“Well, wasn’t that fun?”
She smiled and nodded.
“Yes, darling. It was the best.”
Mr. Theeve kissed his wife.
“Now, we need to get rid of this plane, before they track us down and jail us for stealing it…”


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 2nd August 2019
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Flash Fiction: Monochrome

Monochromes. That was the name given to us.

It was more of a label than a name, because names were reserved for humans. We were just animals in a cage. The regular humans casted us out from the society and gave us our separate quarters. We were not allowed to interact with the regulars lest we steal their colours. If only they understood that we never chose to be this way. We never wished for a colourless life. It is my dream to become a regular human, even if for one day.

Just once, to live a normal day…


Word Count: 99

Prompts:

July 25: Flash Fiction Challenge

Foto Flash Fiction Challenge: Jul 26 2019

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