sunday

Flash Fiction: Tedious Camp Out

It had been a tedious camp out.

My tent was surrounded by other tents, all occupied by teens like me. Well, not like me, but teens. The only similarity I shared with all those knuckleheads other than age group, was the purpose of the camp out. We had been blocking our places for the concert that was going to take place in a few hours. I had to bear the incessant giggling, loud laughter and drunken slurs all through the night. I hated teenagers who got drunk and caused a nuisance to others. However, it would all have been worth for the teen idol’s performance, who also happened to be my crush.

Who knew even he would turn up like all the other teens here? Completely drunk and highly vexatious…

Word Count: 130

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Sunday Photo Fiction – June 9, 2019

Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding

Flash Fiction: To Be Old Again

Has this road become longer, or have I become slower?

Definitely the latter. I really have become old.Look at me, can’t even manage to walk without my cane. I see the road is covered with petals from the tree. The same tree that only a few months ago, stood barren and cold in the winter. If only all us humans had that ability to shed our old skin and look young all over again. Well, I can’t speak for all the humans. But, I’m lucky I discovered the fountain of youth.

Now where did I keep that water-bottle?

Word Count: 99

Prompts:

Carrot Ranch May 9: Flash Fiction Challenge

Sunday Photo Fiction – May 12, 2019

Flash Fiction: Mug Of Beer

Sunday afternoon is my time to relax and down my mug of beer.

There it lies in the mug, the deep amber liquid with the perfect amount of froth at its head. I look forward to this time with my beer, when I can sit back and contemplate on where my life is heading. I work six days a week and I hate it when anything related to my work spills over into my Sunday. Speaking of which I hear cars approaching. God, this is such a pain. Now, where did I keep my MP-9?

That took quite some time. Nasty buggers. That will teach them to attack my house. Even my beer’s gone all flat.

They will pay dearly…

Word Count: 120

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Sunday Photo Fiction – April 28, 2019

Photo Credit: Reena Saxena

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

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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

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