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THE WACKY WEEKEND CHALLENGE #5: Canine

Here are the fantastic entries from  last week’s challenge themed ‘Shower‘:

Kytwright

Theater of the Absurd – This, That, and The Other

Wounded – wide-eyed wanderer

The Whacky Weekend Challenge #4-Shower – Ruth Scribbles

Rushed – I Write Her

Dreams Come True – A THOUSAND MILES

showers of blessings – syncwithdeep

We had a few unexpected but super fun takes on the challenge! Amazing all of them! 🙂

Now, on to this week’s prompt….

*drumroll*

CANINE

Should you choose to accept the challenge, do leave the link to your response in the comments below.

To know all the details about this challenge follow the link below:

The Wacky Weekend Challenge Rules

Kindly respond to this challenge by the end of 16th December, 2018…

Happy reading, and happy writing! 🙂

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Three Line Tale: Nectar

The queen butterfly made her way to the nectar, flying in dizzying circles.

She flapped her large wings, gracefully displaying the intricate spotted pattern on them.

She sucked on the sweet nectar of the human brain, her favorite kind of food.


Prompt:

Three Line Tales, Week 149

Flash Fiction: Discovery

This is a discovery that could get us featured on big networks.

Are you recording this, Ryan? Okay good. So here we are, having completed our journey into the caves. We see some clear indications that human life once existed here. These paintings on the wall, seem to depict some kind of script. These are some well drawn lines and some good colour choice. I think we may have discovered a stone-age Picasso. Let’s back up a bit and illuminate the whole wall. There you see folks, a cave painting that seems to read P-S-Y-C-H-E!

Fuck!! Stop recording, Ryan!!!


Word Count: 99

Prompt:

Carrot Ranch December 6 Flash Fiction Challenge

Flash Fiction: Shoot

Keep your eyes on the red saucer, and shoot.

BANG!

A good try. Just a narrow miss. Now, try to predict the course of the disc and then shoot. Here it comes.

BANG!

AlmosFFfAW Challenge – 194tht there. You can do it. Remember your target practice. There is no difference, other than the fact that you are using live ammunition and the target is moving slightly. One more time.

BANG!

Good shot. The red saucer was blown to smithereens. What do you mean by what about the black saucer? Which black saucer? Oh fuck! That’s an actual flying saucer you idiot.

RUN!!


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

FFfAW Challenge – 194th

Twittering Tale: Lone Wolf

I saw him looking at me.

Petrified with fear, I stood rooted in spot. The black wolf took slow steps towards me.
As he neared, i could see his eyes and once I had seem them, all fear began left my body. I had seen those eyes before. They held dark loneliness inside.

Like my eyes…


Character Count: 280

Prompt:

Twittering Tales #113 – 4 December 2018

Three Line Tale: Search

It came suddenly, without any warning, giving no chance to our terrestrial brethren, those poor souls which did not have gifts like ours were wiped out instantly.

I don’t know how it happened, but the towering waves came crashing upon our world, submerging it in water.

It has been days without food and rest for us now, on our search to find a new home, any place that survived this aquatic apocalypse…


Word Count: 72

Prompt:

Three Line Tales, Week 148

Flash Fiction: Voyage

Into the darkness, I lead my ship.

It seemed like the best idea before it became reality: Escape the mundanities of  regular life, and set sail on a voyage to explore the world. I wanted to experience the various adventures this world had to offer. A bunch of young ones who were influenced by my words, joined me on my escape from reality. This scares me now. What if I made a mistake? Will these young ones suffer because of me?

Not on my watch…

The darkness does not look so bad, with the moon and stars guiding me…


Word Count: 99

Prompts:

Carrot Ranch November 29: Flash Fiction Challenge

Inspiration Call: Flash Fiction Friday

Flash Fiction: Paddle

You sure there are no alligators here, right?

This question had begun to irritate me now. It was the fifth time in half an hour that I was being asked the same question. I assured my date once again, before she promptly went back to clicking selfies and her social media.

She was as much part of the date as the surrounding water was. She had zero interest in paddling or making conversation. I guess she asked me out only to get someone to paddle, while she clicked pictures. She had even kept aside her life-jacket so that she could continue flaunting her best features on social media.

Hey, my followers on insta are asking me about alligators..you are completely sure, right?

That was the last straw. This girl had driven me nuts. I pulled back the paddle and whacked her on her head with it. Down she went into the lake, phone and all.

The lake had no alligators, but I made no promises about crocodiles…


Word Count: 168

Prompt:

FFfAW Challenge #193

Flash Fiction: The Undertakers

Our orders were simple: Hunt and Eliminate…

War is in the basic nature of man, and Governments have gone to great lengths to gain the upper hand in wars. Some turned to science, while others turned to things not explained by science – The occult. Dark creatures were summoned only to bring about destruction. However, nobody thought about how to send back these creatures once the wars were over, and a time of peace settled in. That’s where The Undertakers came in. We were tasked with monitoring these hell-spawn and taking action when required. Now, the time to take action had come.

The dark creatures had been placed in isolated locations, and for many years they had remained docile. However, a couple of days ago, the monsters at Location Pandora came out from their coma. They broke through the barriers, and attacked the neighboring city, ravaging everything in their path.

The Undertakers were vigorous in their attempt to eliminate all the rampaging hell-spawn. However, it proved to be more difficult than expected. The monsters were somehow quite prepared for our assault, and it did not take long for the situation to spin out of control.

The Commanding Officer was taken out while ranting out orders to the squads. The monsters came from underground, latched on to the CO with their razor sharp teeth, and ripped him apart limb from limb. Our bullets were being rendered useless by the thick skin of the colossal ones. We might as well have used bows and arrows. Our only option was to take a page out of the survival guide and retreat. The sudden surge in the intelligence of these creatures had made that option quite difficult as well. Now, it was every squad for itself.

Our assault had turned into a fight for survival….


Word Count: 300

Prompts:

Mercurial Stories Prompt 36: Oh The Horror

Weekly Writing Challenge #169

FOWC with Fandango – Coma

Word of the Day Challenge – Docile

RDP Monday: VIGOROUS

Flash Fiction: Wait

The wait was almost over.

I stood at the bank of the river with my hands in my pockets. I watched as the little stream of water flowed down the rocks, making soft gurgling music. It was a real sweet sound, but I was not interested in it. I wanted to listen to the roar of the river. Watch the river flow in its full force. I wanted to watch the rapids in all their glory. I knew the river was waiting for me, as I was waiting for it.

The rains will come soon, and our wait will end…