Loyally, We Stand
And Watch As You Rise And Fall,
Always Your Best Friends…
Prompts:
Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 130 #SynonymsOnly
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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
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Sunday Photo Fiction March 31 2019
Word of the Day Challenge – Jinx
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
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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
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
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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
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Microfiction: Sanity Lost
Help me, doc.
These images keep flashing in my head. Mountains, trees, apples and tiny people inside these apples. I see teddy bears being hung from trees, and then all of these things get swallowed by one of the little people who is not so little any more. I don’t know what’s going on anymore. Doc, you have got to help me. I am losing my sanity.
Sure, Mr. Gulliver. Let’s talk about little people…
Word Count: 75
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Flash Fiction: Bodyguard
I was hired by Mr. D to look over his son.
The little kid was always enthusiastic, and a tad bit too naughty. He would plod down the backyard road on his two tiny feet, when he thought I wasn’t looking. Sometimes, he would run out just to get me to follow him. I am glad I did not let up on my physical fitness, or else I would never have been able to keep up with the tyke.
I realized how much of the target the little kid was right in the first week. Two teams of kidnappers had made an attempt at taking the kid. My guns silenced their attempts. However, in the very next week, I learned that was not why I was hired, to keep the goons away. That time, I was a bit slow on the draw, and one of the kidnappers managed to grab the kid. Then all I saw was a bunch of razor sharp teeth, and blood splattering everywhere. After that day, I was clear about my work.
I was hired to keep the kidnappers away from the kid…
Word Count: 187
Prompt:
Sunday Photo Fiction 10th March 2019
Photo Credit- Lakshmi Bhat
Microfiction: Pray
Come now child, it is time for us to pray.
See, how the other cows are also making their way towards the statue? We are going to follow them. See how they go up to the edge of the cliff and stand still facing the statue? We will also do the same. We will pray to our mighty God.
Many years ago, he was a mortal. In those days, in addition to drinking our milk, men ate our flesh. Our God-Hero convinced them that they should not consume us. He started a new faith.
His followers are now called Vegetarians…
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Microfiction: Station Master
The station master was devoted to his job.
Refused the lucrative offer of leaving his station.
Stood devoted, right until the train-hijacker shot him…
Prompts:
Weekend Writing Prompt #95 – Devotion
Sunday Photo Fiction – March 3, 2019
This week’s photo is the courtesy of C.E. Ayr ! 🙂
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