weekend

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

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Microfiction: Professor

You will solve our doubts today, won’t you, Professor?

The students had not given up on their questioning. I bit my lip nervously as I considered my course of action. I could not keep avoiding their questions. They might grow suspicious. I absolutely can’t lose this job, it pays quite well.

But what will happen once I’m discovered as a charlatan?

Word Count: 61

Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #101 – Charlatan

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 13/19

Microfiction: Anathema

Their kind had always been an anathema to her.

They had refused to leave her people alone. Ridiculed, blamed, hunted and burned, she was now the only one left. She would get her revenge. She had figured that humans ate anything cooked with dough.

They would enjoy their own kind, as well…

Word Count: 52

Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #99 – Anathema

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 30/19

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: Equinox

“Father, why do we do this, every equinox?”

Father placed his palm on my head.

“You will receive your answer today, son.”

I nodded excitedly. I emulated what I had done all the previous nine years. I placed both my hands on the stone pillar.

“All set, father.”

Father did the same.

“Now listen, son.  Every equinox, the dark ones threaten to invade us from their dimension. We unleash the soul pillar’s power to shield earth.”

I stood awestruck looking at the skies….

Word Count: 83

Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #97 – Equinox

What Pegman Saw March 16, 2019

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 16/19

Time To Write: Answer [Creative Writing Prompt]

Microfiction: Evening Walk

Walks by the dusky seashore are lifesavers.

No matter how useless my life seems, my walk is efficacious in raising my spirits. I am not abashed in admitting how weak I feel throughout the day.  I am only this far from putting a bullet in my head and disappearing into the seas, like the sun.

Not just yet though…

Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #96 – Seashore

#BlogBattle: Dusk

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 9/19

OPPOSITES ATTRACT CHALLENGE #6

RDP Saturday: WALK

 

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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 ! 🙂

Flash Fiction: Another Secret

“I thought we agreed no more secrets?”

“I swear this is the last one.”

“Never in all my wildest wool-gatherings did I imagine my husband owns a bloody dragon.”

“Awesome isn’t he?”

“Well, I can’t disagree…”

Word Count: 36

Prompts:

Time To Write: Sentence Starter 43 [Creative Writing Prompt]

Weekend Writing Prompt #92 – Wool-Gathering

Sunday Photo Fiction – February 3, 2019