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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

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Haiku: Glade of Infinite Nothings

Glade Makes Me Giggle,
Shows Puerile Attractions.
I Live Childhood Dreams…


Prompt:

Sunday Writing Prompt “Glade of Infinite Nothings”

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

Flash Fiction: Into The Woods 2

Find the prequels here:

Part 1- Twittering Tale: Campfire

Part 2- Flash Fiction: Boots

Part 3- Flash Fiction: Stay Out

Part 4- Flash Fiction: Into The Woods

Now the story continues…


The boys could hear the grating sound getting closer.

They huddled together forming a circle, their eyes scanning their surroundings. Their brows furrowed with concentration. The trio was now sure about it.

There was something in the woods, stalking them…

(Find the sequel here- Flash Fiction: The Woods)


Word Count: 40

Prompt:

Weekend Writing Prompt #90 – Furrowed

Flash Fiction: Treasure Hunter

Our quest had brought us to Logs Town.

The inane promise of exquisite, undiscovered treasures brought many hunters to this town. Nobody had managed to find the location of the legendary mine. Without even a silhouette of a map available, it was a foolhardy quest for most people. We were not most people. The heavy snowfall had been timely.

It eradicated all chances of intrusion…

(Find the sequel here- Flash Fiction: Ducks)


Word Count: 65

Prompts;

Weekend Writing Prompt #89 – Silhouette

FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2019: WEEK #2

FOWC with Fandango — Inane

RDP-Sunday–TIMELY

#JusJoJan 2019 Daily Prompt – Jan. 13th

Word of the Day Challenge Exquisite

Flash Fiction: The Sop

The poor sop could barely walk.

It was my job to get him to climb up the stairs and reach the hill top. However, his condition worried me. I offered him my water canteen. He took a long sip. As he handed the canteen back to me, he toppled over. Before he could fall down completely, I grabbed his arm and steadied him. He was not going to survive the climb in this September weather without my help. I supported his weight as I urged him forward. His vitality had already been sapped.

I shuddered as I thought about what awaited him at Hilltop Prison…


Word Count: 105

Prompts:

What Pegman Saw: St. Helena, Ascension and Tristan da Cunha

The Friday Reminder for #SoCS & #JusJoJan 2019 Daily Prompt – Jan. 5th

Flash Fiction: Borderlands

The borderlands grew wilder and wilder every year.

The country had been built upon the foundations of war and savagery. The reigning king came into power only because he was the strongest warrior. Impressed by his prowess, many borderland tribes had supported his conquest. However, now he had begun thinking like a ruler, rather than a warrior. He focussed more on administration than on warfare. The same tribes that had supported him, now openly opposed him. Their violence threatened to split the country.

The king would pick up his sword, again…


Word Count: 91

Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #88: Foundations

First Line Friday: Jan 4th, 2019

Flash Fiction: Fall

The sun set upon the bloody battlefield as the soldiers began their homeward return, battered and broken, but victorious.

The victors would call it a glorious battle, while the defeated would never speak about it, for they were all dead.

Everyone had fallen, the archers, the pikemen, the knights, even the Black King himself, all had embraced the insensitivity of death.

The battle had begun with the now-victors cowering under the blazes spewed by the great dragon, mount of the Black King.

It was only a lucky bolt that pierced through the dragon’s scales, punctured its heart and brought the dragon crashing down into the sea.

As the sun falls from the sky, the dragon’s body sinks further into the depths of water, soon to be forgotten, unlike the horrors of war…


Word Count: 130

Prompts:

Six Sentence Story #34 “Sensitive”

Tuesday/Wednesday Writing Prompt Challenge December 19, 2018

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #6

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