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Flash Fiction: Desert Road

This ride turned out just as expected.

Only racers with guts of iron and balls of steel participate in this once-a-year race. Racing on a highway that exists only for two hours offers an adrenaline rush unlike any other. As the time passes, the highway begins getting covered by strong dust storms. That means death for those poor bastards who are too slow to outride the sand.

Now, it’s down to the last three of us. With the sand storm almost touching us, we cannot afford to slow down. Last five minutes left.

Time to see if the nitrous works…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

FFFC #6

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Multiverse Poem Challenge

Rory, A Guy Called Bloke, started a challenge, to add an additional 4 lines to his poem about a Night out.

Not Just My Verse, Your Two Two Too!

So the Multiverse was passed around and ended up with Susi, who was kind enough to tag me! 🙂

The Night Out!

Rory’s bit:
Quite excited l am, seriously,
Not often that my friends and l go out,
For a night on the town so mysteriously,
To have a laugh and a fool about!

Sadje’s bit:
Though we have plans to go to town
But it is pouring down by buckets
We may go to see the circus and the clown
Let’s start the evening by first buying the tickets

Di of Pensivity 101’s bit:
Oh what a shame, they’re all sold out
Whatever will we do now,
I know, we’ll all go down the pub,
Have a pint and some decent chow…………..

Paula’s bit:
But I hear an unearthly sound
Along with fiendish laughter and howls;
I would prefer to turn back around–
It’s two for one monsters’ night out!

Li’s bit:
As we turn, our way is blocked
By something large and yellow
He’s Big Bird – but his eyes are red
A zombified, HUNGRY fellow!

Kristian’s Addition:
And behind him appears a shape,
Woolly with some blood-soaked stains
The Snuffleupagus’s mouth agape,
Desperately hungry for some brains.

Beckie’s addition:
Jim Hensen’s eyes are glazed over
as he moves past Snuffleupagus’s slow stride,
every known Muppet is seething and foaming at the mouth
Where oh where can myself and all my friends hide?

Linda Lee Lyberg’s addition:
The only place to go was down the manhole
and there, in the dark who did they meet
None other than the March Hare and Alice
having a steaming hot cup of pomegranate tea
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Walt Page’s addition:
Pornegranate tea is the drink for me
Change the Pom to Porn and you will see
The wonderful effect that it has on me
When you’re my age your reality is fantasy

Dorinda Duclos’ addition:
Lost in Walt’s fantasy, was little Jack Horner
Beside him, there was Jill, feeling rather numb
A bottle of Jack Daniels, empty in the corner
Beside it, the other Jack, with a bottle of rum

Susi Bocks’ contribution:
Jack and Jill, disheveled and with bad breath,
they frantically realized how late it had become.
Luckily, they sobered up quick with some meth.
Up their noses it went. Instantly manic, needing some gum.

The Dark Netizen’s contribution

And to the shop they went, and bought a wad of gum
It was money well spent, for it killed the smell of rum.
As they sat shivering, cursing their vices.
They turned around to see a shadow, now this was a real crisis…

Now I tag Abigail to continue this multiverse! 🙂

Three Line Tale: Together

This was our first trip together, we sat side by side taking in the breathtaking views the mountains had to offer.

Then came that bend that we failed to see, and could not control the swerving car.

Now we come to this white light, and we will pass through it, together.


Prompt:

Three Line Tales, Week 164

Microfiction: Run

It has been a huge change.

Earlier, I used to run behind animals,  on the hunt for flesh. Now, I run ahead of men, on the hunt for gold. However, what haven’t changed are the spectators.

They used to cheer for me back then, they cheer for me even now.


Word Count: 50

Prompt:

50 WORD THURSDAY 2019 #12

Flash Fiction: Water Wastage

I was shocked at the spectacle I was watching.

People were running around on the street, in a dust-storm of colours, flinging water at each other. They were tossing water from their houses, many storeys high, at the chaotic crowd below. The people were throwing water balloons and using guns to squirt streams of water all around. Nobody seemed to care about the water that they were wasting. If only they knew what us village folk have to bear. I was almost in tears, but I held them back.

I knew the cost of a single bucket of water….


Word Count: 99

Prompt:

Carrot Ranch March 21: Flash Fiction Challenge

Microfiction: Warrior In Her

The war had destroyed cities.

The onslaught of the dark king had orphaned many children and left them homeless. One such child managed to find her way to the Greenroot forests. These forests were thought to be so magical, that even the dark king stayed away. The forest dwellers- The ancient roots, watched over the little girl. They knew that the dark king would one day turn his eyes towards the forest and attack it, bringing the war to the forest. They would need a human warrior, adept in the ways of the roots.

They saw that warrior in her…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

The Aether Prompt: March 20th, 2019