thursday

Haiku: Onward

The Mountains Sing On,
Tell Us To Carry Onward.
New Adventures Call…


Prompt:

Thursday photo prompt: Onward #writephoto

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Flash Fiction: Chase 2

(Read the prequel here – Flash Fiction: Chase)

Ashfaq rode an entire day after splitting up.

The tracks had brought him to the outskirts of Chanaq. It was one of the cities that was abandoned after the war. As soon as Ashfaq climbed down, a bullet hit the sand two feet away from his feet.

A warning shot…


Word Count: 50

Prompt: 50 Word Thursday #29

Flash Fiction: Sea Bones

The fishing boats had returned from their morning runs; sea creatures of every sort lay atop the metal tables along the ports eastern flank.

Detective Burns doused his cigarette as a fisherman rushed up to him.

“Ah! Detective, I was the one who had called.”

“Very well. Show me this skeleton that you fished out.”

The fisherman removed the cloth covering the table, and revealed a neatly laid out human skeleton. The dog tag still hanging around the neck bone read ‘Luca Brasi‘.

The detective called the Chief.

“Sir, I think Don Corleone will be most interested in this catch…”


I hope fans of The Godfather liked this reference! 😀

Luca Brasi’s death makes for an interesting turn in the story, for sure.

What do you guys think about Mario Puzo’s masterpiece? Who is your favorite character? Do let me know in the comments.

Read more about Detective Burns here:

WRITING IN THE SAND

MISSING

Happy reading! 🙂


Word Count: 100

Prompts:

50 word Thursday #24 

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 27/18

Flash Fiction: Spike

“Gather around now, folks.”

I followed the rest of the tourists as they shuffled forward to see what our guide was saying. She stood pointing at a large moss-covered spire.

“This is the last of what Bran Castle has to offer you. An actual spike erected by the mephistophelian Vlad Tepes himself. You know, it is such a matter of coincidence, that today also happens to be his birthday.”

I moved closer to the spike to listen to the guide more clearly.

“It is such spikes, that The Count used to torture and ultimately kill his enemies. He would enjoy watching them piled on the spikes, drenched in their own blood. However, evil though he was, he was no vampire as suggested by literature and myths. He was no immortal being of darkness, he was just a cruel ruler.”

I smiled to myself, eyeing the guide’s neck.

Not really….


Word Count: 150

Prompts:

Thursday photo prompt: Way-stone #writephoto

Word of the Day Challenge “Mephistophelian”

RDP Saturday – Drench

WHAT PEGMAN SAW Bran Castle, Romania

Scotts Daily Prompt “Coincidence”