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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

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Microfiction: Silence

Silence Is Quite Fabulous. I Had Warned The Neighbours. But, No.

Three Bullets Well Spent…


Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #100 – Silence

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 6/19

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: 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

Flash Fiction: Unexpected Walk

“You know, it was unexpectedly nice, this walk.”

He looked at her with a quizzical expression.

“Why unexpected?”

She laughed nervously.

“Well, because of what I had heard about you from here and there.”

He narrowed his eyes.

“And what had you heard from here and there?”

She blushed slightly and gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

“Oh, nothing! Just that you are kind of weird.”

He laughed.

“Oh am I, then?”

She smiled as she hugged him.

“Not at all. I am glad you picked this path to walk on. These vines make such a beautiful archway.”

“Ummm..vines?”

She screamed out loud upon making the serpentine discovery, before running helter-skelter…


Word Count: 111

Prompts:

Sunday Photo Fiction – January 27, 2019

Weekend Writing Prompt #91 – Helter-Skelter