Coffee: Available?

I strolled along the street, glancing casually at the signs and boards I had seen a thousand times before. I considered my evening walk a part of my fitness routine. In reality, it was just an excuse to get out of my loud, bickering house.

My phone chimed. Instinctively, I looked at the pop-up notification. “In a shock move, the Government has banned all usage of coffee from tomorrow.”

A steadily rising rumble filled the air. I turned around slowly to watch a stampeding throng rushing towards me.

I glanced again at the cafe board.
It was now or never!

Word Count: 100

Prompt: Friday Fictioneers 29 April 2022


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



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


The Aether Prompt: March 20th, 2019

Flash Fiction: Tests

They did not stop with their tests.

They started off with placing me in a well furnished room. Then they observed me from behind the glass wall. Then they showed me some ink blots and asked me what I saw. I told them. Then I said I wanted to go home. They did not listen.

They gave me some injections and put me on needles. After a week, I begged them to let me go They did not listen.

They put electric nodes on my head, each of them monitoring me. They administered electric shocks. With all my remaining strength, I screamed out that I wanted to leave. This time, they could not listen.

They were all lying motionless on the ground…

Word Count: 115


Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #5

FOWC with Fandango – Blot