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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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Microfiction: Cave Men?

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:

50 Word Thursday Challenge #29

Six Sentence Story ‘Escape’

Microfiction: Pain of the Past

He gave a grimace of pain as he watched the wreckage.

The memories almost brought about an emotional burst, but he managed to stabilize himself.

His failed suicide attempt was in the past…


Word Count: 33

Prompts:

Sunday Photo Fiction: July 14 2019

Weekend Writing Prompt #114 – Grimace

#BlogBattle: Stable

Flash Fiction: What The World Has Come To

“Hey there, mate.”

The old guard turned around to see a bunch of teenagers step out of their flashy cars. They were dressed up opulently and reeked of booze.

“How can I help you, sir?”

“Is the washroom here?”

“No, sir. It is further ahead. This is the art exhibition.”

“Well, the art looked like shit, so we thought it was the loo.”

The teenagers guffawed and sped away.

The old guard lit a cigarette and turned towards the main exhibit.

“That’s right. Cover your face so that you don’t have to see what the world has come to.”


Word Count: 99

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 19th July 2019

Microfiction: A.C.E Up My Sleeve

It was not the first time Syren was being shot at.

However, it was the first time she was being shot at without her trusty blaster by her side. She had been stupid enough to have lost it in the barrage of fire that was being directed towards her. She only had one card left to play, her A.C.E. She switched her distress signal on and ducked under the table, which wasn’t going to hold out against blaster fire. It didn’t have to.

A.C.E’.s timely entry and vast arsenal made quick work of Syren’s assailants.


Word Count: 95

Prompt:

The Aether Prompt: July 10th, 2019