sunday

Senryu: Rabbit Hole

Fell Down Rabbit Hole,
Got Lost In The Weird New World
The Hare Rescued Me…


Prompt:

Kira’s Sunday Scribbles 21 April 2019

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Flash Fiction: A Ribbie Date

To be honest, I don’t really like any sport.

Yet, I accompanied my friends to the baseball weekend-game yesterday night. I did not understand much about what was going on, but I did find something to cheer about – the visiting team’s captain. He was cute and I liked how he moved on field. After bumping into Ray at the pub after the game, and few shots later, I had myself a date with him. Today, I hoped to impress him with the best ribs my town had to offer.

Sadly, it warranted a visit to the pharmacy, and I never heard from Ray again…


Word Count: 104

Prompts:

Sunday Photo Fiction – April 21, 2019

Weekend Writing Prompt #102 – Impress

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 20/19

Microfiction: Splash

This is the fifth case this fortnight.

I cannot brush this aside as a simple coincidence. Five unrelated people have reported seeing a car going over the side of the bridge, and splashing into the water. They even reported seeing the same car, right down to the colour and the make. I need to know more about this. Even the Chief brushed it aside adamantly.

It’s time I stake out the bridge…


Word Count: 72

Prompt:

Sunday Photo Fiction April 7 2019
Photo Credit: C.E. Ayr

Flash Fiction: Camp Bear Claw

Camp Bear Claw still stands.

I remember back in the day, when the camp used to be filled with kids. Every summer, they would come, boisterous and jovial as ever and make my camp their home for three weeks. Oh, it was such fun. We would have treks and games through the day, and at night we would all sit at the campfire. Sometimes, the kids would sit at the benches, listening to and singing retro songs.

Nowadays, the camp’s run into a pickle. It is empty, no one visits. Jinxed as it may be, but the camp still stands…


Word Count: 100

Prompts:

Sunday Photo Fiction March 31 2019

Word of the Day Challenge – Jinx

RDP Sunday – Pickle

FOWC with Fandango — Retro

Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding

Microfiction: Our Hero

You are our hero, little kid.

We need you to save us. It is the only way. I know that you are scared, but you need to be brave for all of us. You are the only one we can trust to stand your ground when the monster comes. You will sit tight in your cage as it approaches you. And then when it shows itself, we get to finish it off with our magic.

You will be our greatest hero, by becoming a sacrifice.


Word Count: 85

Prompt:

Kira’s Sunday Scribbles 24th March 2019

Flash Fiction: Objective Fruits

The masked men had surrounded us.

Their leader stepped towards me, and removed his mask, revealing his repulsive face.

“You are protecting the plant of power. Simply surrender, we will take the fruits that will make us impervious to defeat, and be on our way.”

I smiled weakly, and wiped the blood off my face.

“You don’t know anything about the plant. It cannot survive anywhere else other than this formerly attractive garden, which you destroyed. And most importantly, we don’t protect the plant, it protects us.”

The masked men turned too late to see the plant sprouting thorns…


Word Count: 99

Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #98 – Impervious

Sunday Photo Fiction – March 24, 2019

OPPOSITES ATTRACT CHALLENGE #21

Microfiction: Bear It

I bear it.

Every single day, I feel the pain on my back. It feels like a million embers burning me slowly, making me feel each strike. The strikes start every morning with the first light of the sun, and stop only when the moon rises. Every day, I wish to rise up and crush those who would strike me for their greediness, willing to steal all my golden organs. But I must bear it, for the sake of my kin. When we have consolidated enough power, a day will come when we rise.

Then we will bear no more…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Kira’s Sunday Scribbles 17th March 2019

Microfiction: Bicycles

I was right, again.

We should have got here earlier. Sure there are two bicycles remaining, but do we really want to ride around town on these yellow atrocities? Hey wait! Wow, those two ran away with the cycles we were going to take. Yeah yeah, I was cribbing about them.

But we were going to take them either way…


Word Count: 60

Prompt:

Sunday Photo Fiction – March 17, 2019