weekend writing prompt

Flash Fiction: Borderlands

The borderlands grew wilder and wilder every year.

The country had been built upon the foundations of war and savagery. The reigning king came into power only because he was the strongest warrior. Impressed by his prowess, many borderland tribes had supported his conquest. However, now he had begun thinking like a ruler, rather than a warrior. He focussed more on administration than on warfare. The same tribes that had supported him, now openly opposed him. Their violence threatened to split the country.

The king would pick up his sword, again…


Word Count: 91

Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #88: Foundations

First Line Friday: Jan 4th, 2019

Flash Fiction: The Rum

They had made it to the fabled town.

It had been a long voyage, full of poisonous perils and menacing monsters. The captain was happy with his crew. They had performed admirably under dire conditions. It was now time to partake in the town’s hospitality and fill their bellies with warm food.

The ship made port. It was the first time in months, that their legs had made contact with solid ground. The entire crew rushed towards The Amber Ocean. The Captain ordered a round of rum for all the mates. After all, it was the legend of this very rum that had brought the crew here.

One sip was all it took to realise it was just brilliant marketing.


Word Count: 120

Prompts:

Sunday Photo Fiction, December 16, 2018

Weekend Writing Prompt #85

FTS Project #1: Mirror of Erised

I look into the extraordinary mirror.

I see a boy of sixteen looking back, all skin-and-bones, but smiling. I look down at my translucent, spectral body.

How I wish…


Word Count: 29

Prompts:

Finish The Story Prompt by Suchita

Weekend Writing Prompt #79 – Translucent

FOWC with Fandango – Extraordinary


This is the first micro fiction story in the Finish The Story Project (FTS Project)

You can find out more about the project here

Read more about The Mirror of Erised

 

Stay tuned, a lot more to come in this project!

Happy reading! 🙂

Flash Fiction: Training

My sister stood behind me, placing her hands on my shoulders.

“Little brother, pay attention to what I teach you. We need you to be ready for when Jack-O-Lantern comes, this Halloween. We are counting on you.”

I nodded. My sister stepped back and continued.

“We will continue from where we left off yesterday. Now you know how to knock an arrow on the bow. You also know how to shoot. Today, we will learn how to aim. Remember, out there we have to learn to make every arrow count and prioritize our targets.”

I drew my bow.

“Good. Now, I want you to aim at those pumpkin heads. Make sure you fire slightly above where you intend to hit. Now, shoot.”

THWACK!

My arrow hit clown pumpkin right in the center…

(Read more about this family and their war against Jack-O-Lantern here – FLASH FICTION: PUMPKINS )


Word Count: 135

Prompts:

Sunday Photo Fiction – October 28, 2018

Weekend Writing Prompt #78 – Arrow

FOWC with Fandango — Prioritize

 

Flash Fiction: Nemesis

Dear reader,

Before you read this piece, do read the prequel here:

Flash Fiction: Highway To Hell

Now for this story…


Mathew parked the car in front of an abandoned stone building.

His borrowed powers had drawn him to the evil energy pulsating from this structure. He knew that his nemesis was inside. Mathew could see that there was no need to unlock the door. It had been blasted to smithereens.

As he stepped inside, Matthew saw a familiar pair of bloodshot eyes…

(To be continued)


Word Count: 63

Prompts:

Friday Fictioneers 12th October 2018

RDP Monday: BLAST

Weekend Writing Prompt #76 – Unlock

FOWC with Fandango – Draw

Flash Fiction: The Food House

I was walking back home on an alternate route, with my friend, Emily,

“Andy, it is almost Halloween. We should not be here.”

“Why’s that?”

“The Food House appears here.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s a house, that entices you into going inside by making you smell amazing food. And once you go inside…”

“…You never return. Right?”

I sniggered.

“Come on, Em. It’s a made-up story.”

Suddenly, I spotted a house and could smell delicious grilled chicken. Emily went into a hypnotic state and briskly started walking towards the door. I looked at the window.

I saw an old lady wearing a chef’s hat, brandishing a spatula, smiling a toothless smile….


Word Count: 110

Prompts:

Sunday Photo Fiction Sept 30, 2018

Weekend Writing Prompt #74 – Brandish

 

Flash Fiction: Cave Trip 2

This is the second part in the tale:

Find the prequel here:

Flash Fiction: Cave Trip

Happy reading! 🙂


After discovering the skeleton, I decided to explore further.

I drew my Glock out of my pocket. After all, prevention is better than cure. I trained the flashlight’s beam in front of me, keeping my gun ready in the other hand. After walking for another five minutes in silence, I saw a wall in front of me. On the wall, was the drawing of a man stuck inside a vortex. The man was a protrusion in the wall. As soon as I touched it, the wall parted away.

It revealed a pathway bordered by white pillars….

(Find the sequel here: Part 3 – Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest)


Word Count: 97

Prompts:

Thursday photo prompt: Pillars #writephoto

Weekend Writing Prompt #73 – Vortex

Flash Fiction: Earworm

Ever heard the song called Headline?

It’s stuck in my head in a loop. Sure, I have had my share of earworms. However, this song is quite something else. I was warned against it. Now, I hear it, I hum it, I even talk about it all the time.

Ever heard the song called Headline…?


Word Count: 55

Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #71 – Headline

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Sept. 8/18

Flash Fiction: Outlaw

Another day, another kill.

As a kid, I loved outlaws. Listening about their exploits: those daring raids, those glorious heists and that volatile lifestyle, I adored all of it. It was every kid’s dream to become an outlaw in the wild west. Then, it all changed. Outlaws attacked my family ranch. Dragged me and my parents out of the house, and made me watch as they shot them.

Now, I loathe outlaws. And they fear me, The Dark Sheriff.


Word Count: 79

Prompts:

Sunday Photo Fiction – Sept 2, 2018

Weekend Writing Prompt #70 – Outlaw

FOWC with Fandango — Loathe

Word of the Day Challenge – Volatile