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Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest 3

This is the fifth 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

Now the tale continues..


No voice told me what to do. My curiosity had turned into a feeling of repulsion.

I aimed my glock, randomly. I did not know what my bullets could do against this aural entity I was dealing with. However, I was not going to go down without a fight. I heard the voice sigh.

“You do realise, that your puny weapon is going to do you no good, right? Be a good boy a drink up the milk. You walked in here uninvited. This is the least you could do.”

I waved the gun around, vacillating between pseudo targets to shoot at.

“No, I will not. I came here uninvited. So, I am not going to ask for your permission to leave.”

This time, as the voice replied, I could sense a tone of amusement in it.

“Looks like we will do this the hard way, after all.”

The room I was inside vanished in an instant. Now, I found myself inside a dungeon of sorts, staring at the skull of a beast…

(Find the sequel here: Part 6 – Flash Fiction: No Other Choice)


Word Count: 173

Prompts:

FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2018: WEEK #40

Weekly Prompts: Word Prompt Curiosity

Word of the Day Challenge: Vacillate

Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest 2

This is the fourth 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

Now the tale continues..


The cold voice continued speaking to me.

“You heard me right, young man. I offer you an adventure of a lifetime.”

I snorted.

“And what is this adventure you speak of? And before that. Who are you? What the hell are you?”

The voice grew harsher.

“Just know me as your host. As for what I am. I am simply someone who is offering you a chance to get away from the mundane boring work, dreadful traffic jams, and a dull existence. I am simply supplying you with a scintillating experience. All you have to do, is drink milk from that carton over there.”

I never trusted the voice, but after looking at the carton appear from nowhere, I trusted it even less. I replied back.

“And what if I refuse?”

My question was met with chilling laughter.

“Dear uninvited guest, you don’t have the right to refuse my offer…”

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


Word Count: 150

Prompts:

FFfAW Challenge – 185th

FOWC with Fandango “Traffic”

Word of the Day Challenge “Scintillating”

Flash Fiction: Date Night

It was date night at a fancy restaurant I had picked.

“I’ll have a Cabernet Sauvignon.”

I already knew about her infatuation with this variety of red-wine. So, I merely nodded to the waiter, who went to fetch it. It’s been six weeks since she invited me as a guest on her talk-show, where I fell for her.

“Darling, you have picked a lovely place, but I guess rain is going to spoil our date night.”

I snapped. Dozens of colourful umbrellas rose up in the sky, shielding the entire restaurant. I winked at her.

“Perks of being a wizard!”

Flash Fiction: Sunday At Sea

The weather was perfect for a nice day at the sea.

It was Sunday, their Sea-day. Every week for the last four years, the couple had gone sunbathing in the sea. This Sunday was no different. The two had booked their regular floating double-chair, waddled their way to it, and plopped themselves on it. It was their recharge zone. The swaying waves, delightful breeze and the mild sun helped them relax their bodies and minds after slogging hard at work. The two slept back, listening to the jazz on their waterproof i-pods. They painted a picture of sheer serenity with the sunlight being reflected off the suntan gloss on their resting bodies.

The picture remained serene only for a couple of hours. The oblivious couple failed to notice the crowd rushing out of the sea.

They also failed to notice the approaching giant shark fin.


Word Count: 145

Prompts:

Sunday Photo Fiction – Sept 16 2018

Word of the Day Challenge – Gloss

Flash Fiction: Pumpkins

I pulled up in front of our house and stepped out of the truck.

My sister stepped out of the front door and stood with her arms crossed.

“How many did you get?”

I brushed the dust off my shirt and pointed towards the truck.

“Eighty seven, to be precise.”

“That’s quite a haul. Even the others did decently. A tally of 231 pumpkins today.”

“That’s good.”

Sister frowned.

“Not good enough. It’s only a few weeks to Halloween.”

“We will step it up.”

“We have to. That’s the only we can take on Jack-o-Lantern, the Pumpkin Peddler. Defeating his armies before they come alive, is our only chance at reducing his prism of power.”

I solemnly nodded at her.

This year would be the year we finally defeat Jack-o-Lantern.


Word Count: 130

Prompts:

FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2018 WEEK #37

FOWC with Fandango – “Prism”

Word of the Day Challenge – “Peddler”

Flash Fiction: Border Crossing

Sivak was tense. However, he knew he could not let it show in his body language. Everything depended on it.

Sivak joined the line of cars waiting to clear the security check. The border crossing was one of the most tightly guarded areas. Sivak knew getting through the check post was not going to be easy. However, if he got through here, Sivak knew he was a free bird. The line of vehicles which had nothing to declare was much longer than the other line. Sivak would play it cool. He knew that the guards only stopped and searched people who looked suspicious and Sivak had taken great efforts to look plain. He had got rid of his immaculate beard, cut his hair and had combed them back. The addition of glasses gave his face a plain look. He had chosen to wear a loose shirt, that would hide his toned body, and more importantly hide his tattoos. He did not want any guard to give him a second look. As the car in front of Sivak cleared the security, he calmly drove up to the gate. The head guard gave him a bored glance.

‘Papers?’

Sivak reached into the glove compartment and fished out his forged papers. He handed them to the guard with a slight smile. The guard went through the papers, gave Sivak another bored look, and waved him along. The gate opened to let Sivak pass. He thanked the guard and carefully drove on. This was exhilarating for Sivak, he had done it.

As soon as Sivak cleared the gate, he heard a siren ring. The guards quickly pointed their guns at Sivak’s car. A sneering man appeared in front of the car, pistol pointed at Sivak.

‘Sir, kindly get out of the car with your hands behind your back. We need to check your car.’

Sivak recognized him. He was the Captain of the Royal Guard. Sivak considered the idea of accelerating, but he realised there was no way his car would take such heavy fire. Sivak parked his car as ordered, and got out. The Captain made him stand alongside the other suspicious characters. Sivak felt his heart shatter as the guards searched his car. Soon, they reached the trunk, opened it, and removed the bag of money that lay inside.

The Captain sneered at Sivak.

‘Well, well, well! What do we have here, now?’

* * *

‘When is Daddy coming back?’

‘Tomorrow darling.’

‘You said that yesterday.’

‘I know.’

‘Mama, Daddy will save us from here, no? I don’t want to stay in this house!’

‘I know, little one. Daddy will be back soon.’

Sivak..please come soon..


Word Count: 443

Prompts:

September Flash Fiction Draw

Your Daily Word Prompt – Alongside – September 8th, 2018

Image Writing Prompt #289

FOWC with Fandango “Royal”

RDP Saturday – Bird

Word of the Day Challenge “Exhilarating”

 

Image Credit: https://pin.it/qs6btx3s3ajmou

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

Flash Fiction: No Entry

I could finally see it – The Great Hall. My car halted in front of the No Entry sign.

The associate from The Great Hall held the door open, as I got out from the car. I walked up the stairs and stood in front of the black doors, where the manager was waiting for me.

“Welcome, sir. I hope your trip was comfortable.”

I nodded at the manager.

“Very good, sir. It is an honour to have you here for The Symphony. Very few individuals are privy to the privilege of even stepping a foot beyond the no entry mark.”

I gave him a stern look.

“I know.”

He was confused by the hostility I resonated. After all, how could he have known I knew about this accursed privilege only too well. How could he have known that I had seen my very own father beaten within an inch of death at these very steps, just because he was fetching his little son’s football. I remember it all too well.

After tonight’s performance, everyone’ll know.


Word Count: 175

Prompts:

FFfAW Challenge 179th

Word of the Day Challenge “Symphony”

RDP #83 “Remember”

FOWC with Fandango “Resonate”

 

Image Credit – Yarnspinnerr

 

Flash Fiction: Treatment

“So, what can you see in this ink blot, Dennis?”

Dr. Cutberth watched intently, as Dennis stared at the Rorschach Test. Dennis stuttered.

“M..m..moons. I can see different moons.”

Dr. Cutberth scribbled on his notepad. He noticed Dennis’ piloerection. That was never a good sign.

“Okay, Dennis. Now, I want you to come up to the window and look at the sky. Tell me what you see.”

Dennis did as he was told.

“Doctor, I can see the clouds and the stars. And..and the moon.”

Dr. Cutberth found that quite curious. It was a no-moon night. There was no moon out there. He seated the shuddering Dennis down and offered him a cup of hot chocolate. Dennis clutched it in his hands and sipped on it.

“One last question, Dennis. These blackouts you mentioned. When did they start?”

“Around two months ago. I think I had around four of these blackouts. I just can’t recall anything about them.”

The doctor scribbled some more on his notepad. Dennis looked at the doctor with scared eyes.

“Am I going mad, doctor? Am I sick? Can you treat me?”

The doctor placed a comforting hand on Dennis’ shoulder and handed him a prescription note.

“Don’t worry Dennis. It will be taken care of. I have prescribed some Ag pellets for you. Just hand the slip to my assistant, Miss Blossom, outside. She will take care of it.”

Dennis shook the doctor’s hand.

“Thank You, doctor.”

The doctor smiled and shut the door of his room, as Dennis left. He quickly made a call on his phone.

 

“Another one. There is a sudden alarming rise in the population of werewolves. Let’s see what Helsing has to say about this…”


Word Count: 281

Prompts:

August 2018 Blog Battle

Sunday Writing Prompt “Rorschach Test 3”

Word of the Day Challenge “Blossom”

FOWC with Fandango “Treat”

SoCS August 11/18

 

Image Credit: https://www.setaswall.com/black-moon-wallpapers/black-moon-wallpaper-07-1024×768/

Flash Fiction: Smoke

It was a cold winter’s night, and the smoky apparition craved dearly for a smoke.

Her gorgeous lifeless eyes fell upon a red neon sign reading: Tobacco Shop

Passing through the doors, she made her way right to the counter and placed her ruby earring on it.

“My good man, I would like a large packet of phantom cigarettes please and I am willing to exchange my earing for it.”

“We only serve the real deal here, my dear belated ma’am,” The old manager said.

“That is such a rude thing to say, spirits are the real deal too, you know,” Said the offended blue-eyed ghost.

“You can find those in the wine shop next to the apple orchard, ma’am,” The old man said conclusively.

(Phantom cigarettes are an Indian brand of candy cigarettes)

 

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Word Count: 125

Prompts:

Six Sentence Story Word Prompt #15 

3 Things Challenge 6th August

Your Daily Word Prompt – Belated – August 6th, 2018

August Flash Fiction Draw

Manic Mondays 3 Way Prompt: Forlorn