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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


Mercurial Stories Prompt 36: Oh The Horror

Weekly Writing Challenge #169

FOWC with Fandango – Coma

Word of the Day Challenge – Docile


Flash Fiction: Flatter

Psst..if you enjoy flash fiction, check out The Wacky Weekend Challenge.

It’ll be fun! 🙂

Now, on to this story…

“May I recommend this one?”

I looked at the delicate bottle being shown by the salesgirl. It certainly looked pretty, but would it be good enough for me? I looked nonchalantly at the salesgirl.

“Butterfly, I presume. Do you think I can carry it off?”

She smiled at me.

“Of course, ma’am. You can carry anything off. However, this one will go well with your personality.”

I thought that was a neat trick to play – flattery.

“Can you say that with conviction? That this is perfect for me.”

She nodded.

“Definitely ma’am.”

I handed her the bottle.

“Pack it up, then.”

I looked back at my attendant, trembling under the weight of my shopping bags and shook my head.

Flattery was definitely my Achilles’ heel…

Word Count: 125


Photo Challenge #239

Word of the Day Challenge “Conviction”

RDP Wednesday “Recommend”

FOWC with Fandango “Carry”

Flash Fiction: Relax

Psst..if you enjoy flash fiction, do check out The Wacky Weekend Challenge

Now, on to the story…

I entered my hotel room, locked the door behind me and collapsed into the chair.

I looked around the room. It was in total shambles, just as I had left it. I had tossed around my clothes haphazardly. Not that I could have done it anything about it. My company had kept me busy the entire week. All my muscles felt stressed. I was in dire need of some relaxation, and I knew the right fix. I walked up to the liquor cabinet and removed my favorite bottle of rum – Amber Jewel. I poured myself a glass, and dropped in a treble of ice cubes into it. I took a long sip of the drink, savoring the sweet yet spicy taste of it. I turned down the brightness of the lights and settled back on the chair. I periodically took sips from the glass, letting the warmth of the rum find its way inside me, relaxing my muscles.

Just as I was making my second drink, my phone beeped. I dared not ignore my boss, even though he was a complete marplot. I read the text message:

Asteroid Plaza. Billy Bazz..

The Black Assassin, had a new target…

Word Count: 200


Wordle Back to Wordle

Sunday Photo Fiction – Nov 18, 2018

Word of the Day Challenge “Shambles”

RDP Monday: Jewel

FOWC with Fandango – Haphazard

Flash Fiction: The Super Food

One whiff of it, and I knew it was ready.

It was almost time for the meeting. I had promised my peers that I would cook something pep their moods up. And boy, did we all need a boost. We had lost for the tenth time in a row. Few of us had already decided to call it quits. However, as the team leader, I decided to take matters into my own hands. With my experiment turning out to be a success, one spoonful of my mashed potatoes, and we would remain villains no more.

We will become super-villains!!

Word Count: 99


Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge Nov 8th 2018

Word of the Day Challenge “Whiff”

Flash Fiction: Threads

I looked at the box holding my threads.

I gave it a good long look, sighed and kept it aside. No time for that. Right now, I had to get my ass to office, and work it off the whole day. That was the only way I could get enough money to repaint my dingy apartment. It would require new air conditioning as well, right now, it feels like a supernova in here. Only my corporate job can pay for all that. It is the only way. Or is it?

I could always begin stitching commercially, become a self employed individual. It would be fun. And maybe, it will pay off all the bills too. I looked at the box of threads again.

Maybe, some other day…

Word Count: 127


FFfAW Challenge – 190th

Word of the Day Challenge “Dingy”

Your Daily Word Prompt – Supernova – November 7, 2018

Flash Fiction: Cpt. Pike

While watching his grand daughter throwing a tantrum, grandpa Pike realised that the little girl needed some roving.

All dressed up in her winter clothes, which still hung loose from her tiny body, Pike took her on a walk, accompanied by a story.

“No grandpa, tell me a story I have not heard, something new.”

“Well little one, this very street we are walking on, has a special story, a war time story – the story of Captain Pike…”

Right now, at this moment and in this place, Pike and the girl were invisible, lost in the tales of the past…


50 Word Thursday #25

FOWC with Fandango — Tantrum

RDP Thursday – LOOSE

Patricia’s Place – In Other Words, dress up

Word of the Day Challenge – Roving

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


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”

Flash Fiction: The Hard Way

This is the seventh part in the tale. Find the prequels here:

Part 1- Flash Fiction: Cave Trip

Part 2- Flash Fiction: Cave Trip 2

Part 3 – Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest

Part 4 – Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest 2

Part 5 – Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest 3

Part 6 – Flash Fiction: No Other Choice

Now the tale continues..

The levitating carton of milk approached me.

I grabbed it out of the air, and held it in my hand, staring at it. The cold voice devilishly sneered.

“Finally chose to accept the offer, eh? Now drink it up.”

My body was acting on its own now. Rather, it was acting on the voice’s will. I could only watch as my own hand brought the carton to my lips, and drizzled the contents down my throat. The liquid burned all the way into my stomach. As I took a step back in anguish, I tripped over a skeleton, and fell down with a crash. More cartons appeared above me and poured their contents all over me, drenching me in that burning liquid. I lay in the pool of liquid, pain searing my body, until I heard a sound. The sweet dopamine inducing diapason, took all the pain away. Then I fathomed the source of the sound – A figure made of pure, white light. I could feel a bed of dandelions covering the derelict floor as the white figure approached. I wondered if this was an angelic dispensation.

However, I realized that there was nothing remotely angelic about the figure. As it approached closer, the sound grew deafeningly loud. The dandelions sprouted razor sharp thorns. And the figure itself transformed into an ominous black entity.  I could hear the voice speaking to me again. This time it seemed much closer than it had in the past. It was inside my head, speaking over the routinely increasing sound.

“Now, we shall unlock the demonic powers inside you. Transform, and be reborn as my hell spawn. My servant.”

Those were the last words I heard before my body went completely numb, and darkness took me.

(Read the sequel here – Part 8: Flash Fiction: The Hard Way 2)

Word Count: 298


Bonus Wordle “The Letter D”

Manic Mondays 3 Way Prompt: Ominous

Weekly Writing Challenge #162

Word of the Day Challenge “Fathom”

FOWC with Fandango – Routine

The Blood Drive

The posters had talked about a mass blood drive. It was the first time something like that was happening in my small town. I decided to check it out, more out of a sense of curiosity, than a zeal to help save lives.

Before leaving for the blood drive, I had called up their number from the pay phone next to my house. My phone had been out of order for a few days now. The lady who responded, jovially confirmed that the blood drive was indeed taking place, and around fifty individuals had already donated. I walked up to the specified location. Since my town was quite small, every locality was quite within walking distance. As I walked up to the blood drive tent, I noticed that the street was empty. Not that it was usually bustling with activity, but today it was as silent as a grave. I guessed everyone had gone for the blood drive. However, as I entered the tent, I could see no townsfolk in there. The only person inside, was a nurse, who was looking me over. She smiled at me and motioned me towards the chair.

“Please, sir. Make yourself comfortable. The doctor will be here in just a moment.”

Her well-fitting outfit, and volcanic hair, made it very hard for me to notice much anything else inside the tent. I smiled back at her, and settled down in the chair. She turned around, and went back to her seat, her heels click-clacking as she walked. The doctor appeared moments later. His voice muffled by his mask, he asked me to ease up and stretch my arm forward. As I did so, he shot me a grin, showing off his razor-like teeth. I was immediately appalled by him. Before I could say a word, he pulled back the sleeves of my flannel shirt, and pierced me with his long nail. Now, I did not know much about how blood drives worked, but I knew no doctor would do this. My instincts told me to escape.

Just as I was about to get up from the chair, I realized my body had gone numb. It was not responding to my thoughts. The doctor motioned to the nurse, who click-clacked over to the chair. Her eyes were trained on the blood oozing out of the wound created by the doctor. She drew out her tongue, her snake-like long tongue, and licked the blood on my arm.


She was hissing now. The doctor removed a syringe filled with a green liquid and injected me with it. The skin around my wound began burbling. As agonizing pain hit me, I noticed a frog hop inside the tent. Then I saw another, and another. There was a huge number of frogs hopping around in the tent. The doctor hissed at the nurse.

“Well, this boy makes it fifty one. Just one more to go, and then we have a year’s worth of food.”

The last thing I noticed before blacking out, was the skin around my wound turning green, and slimy….

Word Count: 515


October Flash Fiction Draw

FOWC with Fandango “Stretch”

Word of the Day Challenge “Jovial”

Your Daily Word Prompt “Flannel”

RDP “Burble”


Image Credit: Concept Art by TheGurch : https://www.deviantart.com/thegurch/art/Scary-Skull-Doctor-concept-art-292059860

Flash Fiction: Treasures

Old man Jerry Shaw looked at all the children, who had shuffled into his study. He knew the little darlings wanted to listen to another story of his nautical exploits.

“Gather around, children. These are the many treasures of the sea I found on my many expeditions.”

Jerry was pleased at the awe struck whoas and ooos he received. Little Sammy tugged at the old man’s sleeve.

“These are so cool, grandpa Shaw. But, which is is your favorite treasure that you found in the sea?”

Jerry smiled.

” The greatest, enigmatic treasure I found in the sea, is Grandma Shaw.”

Word Count: 100


Friday Fictioneers: 5th October 2018

Word of the Day Challenge “Enigmatic”