Flash Fiction · Friday Fictioneers

The Last Day – #FridayFictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

The cold and wet was seeping through her slippers, but she didn’t care. The chair was hard and uncomfortable, but she could endure it. She knew. She knew this would be her last chance to see the sun rise over her particular piece of horizon. Her last chance to see the dawn of a brand new day and wonder what it may bring.

She knew what this day would bring, though. She also knew that her family would be cross with her when they found her, frozen on her chair instead of inside in her warm bed.

Word count: 97


The idea for Friday Fictioneers is simple: see the picture, use it as inspiration for a 100-word piece of flash fiction, post it on your blog, share the link over at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ website, check out and comment on everyone else’s stories. Easy peasy!

Flash Fiction · Friday Fictioneers

Disappearance #FridayFictioneers, but on a Sunday

So, I’m a bit late with my story for this week’s Friday Fictioneers, but better late than never, eh? I missed last week’s instalment and was determined not to miss two in a row.

The idea for Friday Fictioneers is simple: see the picture, use it as inspiration for a 100-word piece of flash fiction, post it on your blog, share the link over at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ website, check out and comment on everyone else’s stories. Easy peasy!

Disappearance

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

‘Over here! I’ve found something!’

‘Where are you? Frankie?’

A green-bereted head popped up from behind the ruined wall. I was picking my way towards her, concentrating on where I put my feet. I looked up but she had disappeared again.

I can’t believe I let her drag me here, I thought. The beach looked far more appealing.

‘Frankie, you’ll have to wait, I can’t keep up!’

I stopped to pick a stone out of my sandal and heard a scuffle and shouts from behind the archway up ahead.

Rushing through, all I found was one green beret.

Word count: 98

Flash Fiction · Friday Fictioneers

Something in the Woods #FridayFictioneers

Happy Friday everyone! The sun is actually shining this morning and it’s bringing a lovely warmth through the window as I work. And, seeing as it’s Friday, I’ve been working on my latest piece for Friday Fictioneers. Once again, a big thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting.

Each week there’s a picture to use as a prompt for a 100-word piece of flash fiction. Thank you to Lisa Fox for this week’s prompt.

To have a look at the other contributions you can go to the list here. I hope you enjoy this week’s stories!

Something in the Woods

‘Do you think something’s in there?’ asked Cath.

‘Sh! You don’t want it to hear you!’

‘You’re so dramatic, Logan.’

‘I’m careful. There’s a difference.’

‘Whatever. I’m bored now. See you tomorrow.’

‘But, don’t you wanna …’

‘Bye, Logan!’ She crunched off through the woods.

Sitting alone, he felt a chill now his friend had gone. He was determined to see what was in there though, even if he had to wait all night.

Logaaaannnnnn …’

He froze. That didn’t sound like Cath.

Logaaaannnnnn …’

The voice was coming from in front. From the cabin. He jumped up and ran.

Word count: 100

Flash Fiction · Friday Fictioneers

That Magic Moment #FridayFictioneers

It’s Friday! Yippee! Which means it’s time for Friday Fictioneers, a lovely blog hop organised and run by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Each week there’s a picture to use as a prompt for a 100-word piece of flash fiction. Thank you for this week’s prompt Rochelle!

To have a look at the other contributions using this prompt you can go to the list here. I hope you enjoy this week’s stories!

That Magic Moment

PHOTO PROMPT © Anne Higa

‘Do you hear that?’

‘Hear what, my sweet?’ Antony replied as he positioned himself in front of Maria, the dampness of the grass seeping through his jeans as he settled himself on one knee.

‘There’s a creaking sound.’ She was looking towards the tower, then at its base. Anywhere but at Antony.

‘Maria, I want to ask …’

‘Antony! It’s the tower! We have to move!’ She grabbed his arms and pulled him to his feet, dragging him along with everyone else that was fleeing.

Behind them, the tower was shifting, and Antony was desperately checking his pockets as they ran.

Word count: 100

Flash Fiction · Friday Fictioneers

Lost and Found, #FridayFictioneers

Something I used to enjoy in my previous incarnation as a blogger was the weekly flash fiction hops. I would post regularly and it was good for practicing my skills, particularly in the short short forms.

I’ve recently come across such a hop and it’s called Friday Fictioneers. That’s actually a little fib, I found it quite a long time ago but it’s taken me ages to get round to posting anything and taking part. Nerves and all that, you know?

Anyway, it’s run by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and each week she posts a picture to be used as a prompt for a 100-word piece of flash fiction. Thank you for being a wonderful host Rochelle!

Please do head to her blog to read through the other stories posted in the link, and here is my contribution. (Please be kind, I haven’t done this for a while …)

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Lost and Found

‘They must be here somewhere,’ I whispered, trying to avoid bumping into anyone, scouring the floor between legs and feet.

‘Sorry, Mum, I didn’t mean to drop them.’

‘Don’t worry.’ My voice was calm, but inside I was trying not to panic. The noise of the market was overwhelming my senses, the veg seller shouting about apples and pears. It was an impossible task to look for anything in the melee, too many feet kicking and scuffling.

I stopped, took a deep breath, tried to focus. The veg seller was no longer calling about fruit.

‘Keys! Anyone lost some keys?!’

Word count: 100

Flash Fiction · Mondays Finish the Story

Delilah’s No More – Mondays Finish the Story

Mondays Finish the Story

Welcome to a new flash fiction challenge I’m trying out, called Mondays Finish the Story.

Each Monday a new picture is posted by babs02you with the first line of a story, and the challenge is to finish the story using only 100-150 words. I’m used to working with a few more than this, so I’m looking forward to seeing what I can come up with in such a small word allowance.

Here is this weeks picture and story:

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Delilah’s No More

After losing her head, she realized that the rest of her body was falling apart!

She missed being at home with Delilah, missed it being just the two of them. She was so gentle, so patient, always making sure she had plenty of tea to drink, however imaginary.

Delilah’s little sister just wasn’t the same. Dolls are not for swinging around, or throwing in the pond, hadn’t anyone explained that to her? She thought at least Delilah might.

But she’s got new things now apparently, no room for dolls anymore. So it all goes to the horror instead. All that can be hoped is that the end comes soon enough, being pulled apart piece by piece is no fun for anyone. Well, except for the one doing the pulling, it seems.

Word count: 116

Flash Fiction · Leanne Sype · Tena Carr · Writer Wednesday Blog Hop

You never know with some folk – A WWBH post

Hello to everyone! We’re almost at the halfway point for the week and what better way to celebrate than with a little flash fiction fix. I hope you like this one.

This week for the WWBH blog hop we’re using one picture provided by my co-host Tena, accompanied by five random words:

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Dispose, practical, gun, commit, position

As usual, all of these elements need to be incorporated into the story somewhere, and try to keep to the 500 word limit.

You never know with some folk

        ‘I hate working Saturdays,’ moaned Theresa.
        ‘Got something better to do?’ asked Ray. ‘Somewhere more exciting to be?’
        ‘Anywhere is more exciting than here,’ she sighed. ‘And you don’t really need me, do you? You practically run everything yourself anyway, why do you need me?’
        ‘You need money, and there was a position to fill.’
        She couldn’t argue with that. ‘I told you, it wasn’t my fault. The deer stepped out in front of me. Aren’t parents supposed to deal with things like that?’
        ‘Not all parents can afford to pay out for their kids messing about. If he’d known you were taking the car, maybe he’d be more helpful.’
        ‘You sound just like him.’
        Ray beamed. ‘Thanks.’
        ‘That’s not a compliment.’
        ‘When do you get it back?’
        ‘They’re bringing it here after lunch, then I’m picking some stuff up for Dad. He says I’m to drive like it’s a Rolls Royce, and if there’s a single scratch I’m grounded. At 18, I’ll be grounded, can you believe that?’
        Ray shook his head, chuckling, before going back to his newspaper. ‘Look at this. They’ve found someone in the woods.’
        Theresa leant over, looking at the picture. ‘Nice outfit, must have a thing about snakes, eh? Check out the sparkly gold one on her wrist.’
        ‘Nice. It says she had a single gunshot wound, which must have happened somewhere else before being disposed of.’
        ‘What is wrong with people?’
        ‘You never know with some folk, you just never know.’ He looked up as a car pulled up by the window. ‘Hey, Theresa, is that your car?’
        ‘Oh, yeah, thanks,’ she said, rushing to grab her bag and jacket. ‘Listen, I’ll try and get back as soon as I can,’ she winked at him.
        ‘If you’re keeping this job, you’re going to need more commitment you know,’ he called, his words trailing behind her.
        She ran out to meet the courier.
        ‘Just sign here please, miss,’ he said, ‘everything’s in order.’
        ‘Thanks, I’m sure it is,’ she signed straight away, taking his word for it.
She jumped in, turned the key and roared away. With music blaring, she didn’t notice blue lights flashing in her mirrors. She pulled over and the police car followed suit, the officer stepping out and approaching her. She stepped out too.
        ‘Stay where you are please, miss,’ he said. ‘This your car?’
        ‘Er, it’s my dad’s.’
        ‘Mind if I take a look?’ He didn’t wait for a reply. ‘It’s pretty clean.’
        ‘Yeah,’ she said, ‘it’s just come back from the shop. What’s this about?’ Her palms were sweaty.
        He peered in the windows without answering. ‘Could you open the boot please?’
        She leaned in and pulled the lever, and he was there already opening the lid. She came around to join him.
        ‘Now, how do you suppose that got there?’
        She looked in the boot, confusion spreading across her face, and she saw tucked away in the corner a head section of a golden snake, just the right size for a bracelet.

Word count: 505

Flash Fiction · Leanne Sype · Tena Carr · Writer Wednesday Blog Hop

A knock at the door – A WWBH post

So, we’re stepping tentatively into February now, wondering where January could possibly have gone to already. No? Just me?

Well, the last five weeks have gone in a flash, but I’ve been keeping up with my WWBH entries, and here’s another one to delight (?) you with …

This week for the WWBH blog hop we’re using two pictures provided by my co-host Leanne:

A knock at the door

IMG_20141113_185859Placing her pen down on the paper, Abi cradled her wine between her hands and gazed out the window. The street lamps were starting to come on as the sky darkened, casting shadows along the road. Cars drove by with their headlights on already, some heading out of the village, but most of them coming in.
        She looked at the clock again, and tried to dismiss her disappointment that only ten minutes had passed. He’d be here soon, she knew, she just had to be patient. She put her glass down and reviewed the pages that she’d already filled in her notebook. Her muse had left her for the evening it seemed, and for the last half an hour it’d been an effort to get the words down. She needed a break.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
20150124_170549The rain had started off gently enough as Dean set off up the motorway. As the light of the day faded, it blurred the lights coming from the rest of the traffic and made the road itself glisten as he drove. It reflected his mood perfectly.
        He hated breakups, especially when he was the one doing the breaking. There’s no easy way to say that you don’t love someone anymore, and no easy way to hide that there’s someone else either. He knew she’d ask and he’d never been able to lie to her. The image of her face as she descended into misery would stay with him for a long time.
        But he couldn’t dwell on it, after all he did want to leave. He needed to get across the city now and get to Abi, he needed to see her and know that he’d made the right decision. He didn’t like crushing another persons world, so he had to know it was for the right reasons.
        Concentrating on the road he saw all the red lights in front of him had started congregating, slowing down those still behind until they were all stopped together. Dean let out a sigh as he sat in his car and waited.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Abi placed her notebook on her desk as the doorbell rang. She glanced in the mirror, hands running through her hair as she went to answer it. ‘You don’t have to ring the bell anymore, you know,’ and she smiled as the cold air rushed in.
        ‘He’s not here yet then? Pity,’ said a thin-framed red head, standing on the doorstep. She braced herself against the frame to stop from swaying.
        ‘Moira! What are you … ‘ she glanced past her figure, ‘you didn’t drive here did you?’
        ‘Of course I did,’ she slurred. ‘I needed to get here before him didn’t I? I didn’t want to miss the big reunion. I’ve got something for you both to celebrate.’ She rummaged around in her handbag, and Abi froze as she pulled out a pistol and waved it right in her face. She forced her way in the house, and they both went into the living room to wait for Dean’s arrival.
                                                                                             Word count: 502.
Flash Fiction · Leanne Sype · Tena Carr · Writer Wednesday Blog Hop

They’re coming … – A WWBH post

Everything has been a massive rush this week, and I nearly didn’t get around to posting this. The story was niggling in my mind though and I had to get it out. It’s a bit last minute, so please forgive the roughness around its edges. I hope you enjoy where I went with this one.

This week for the WWBH blog hop we’re using one picture and five words:

novel, socks, morals, spar, stool

They’re coming …

        ‘I dare you, go on.’
        ‘No way, you do it if you’re so interested.’
        ‘Nah, I’m too scared,’ declared Ryan, ‘you’re much braver than me, so it has to be you.’
        ‘Hasn’t the novelty worn off yet?’ I asked as my shoulders slumped.
        ‘It’s alright for you, coming from the city,’ Ryan replied, ‘but tramps in the village is totally new for the rest of us.’
        ‘He’s been there for three weeks. If he was going to do anything interesting, he’d have done it by now.’
        ‘Yes, but we only see him on the way to and from the bus stop, don’t we? Who knows what he’s up to during the day when we’re not here to keep an eye on him.’
        ‘Well, there’s so much choice, I’m sure he doesn’t know where to break into first.’
        ‘Don’t try and be funny, Will,’ said Ryan, giving me a shove, ‘doesn’t suit you. Just go and have a look in his bunker, that’s all I’m asking.’
        ‘You really have no morals at all do you? You want me to risk upsetting someone just so you can get a glimpse of his smelly socks?’
        ‘No,’ smirked Ryan, ‘I want you to glimpse his smelly socks.’
        ‘Fine.’ I left him and the rest of them on the pavement as I crossed the road and headed down the dirt track. I wasn’t worried, but my palms went sweaty nonetheless. I brushed them on my school trousers as I avoided the toadstools sprouting up through the mud, the bunker suddenly looming large in front of me.
        I didn’t even know what I was doing this for. To show Ryan I wasn’t as scared as him? To prove to myself there was nothing to be worried about? A shuffling from inside the bunker made me stop in my tracks, and the ground in front of me began to blur a little. A sign resting up against the bunker read ‘THEY’RE COMING! BE READY!’ At the sight of it my whole body released the tension it had been holding inside. Whoever it was in there, they weren’t a threat to me.
        I rounded the corner and got a glimpse inside, and found myself surprised at how spartan it was. I’d expected old bins full of junk, or maybe some kind of camp setup or something. It was empty apart from a single figure lying in the corner, and as I approached I could hardly believe what my eyes were telling me. The figure, whatever it was, certainly didn’t come from around here, that much I was certain of. I was so engrossed in examining it, I didn’t hear the shuffling coming back and stopping behind me, and then a voice whispered right into my ear.
        ‘They’re coming, are you ready?’
Word count: 463
Carrie Sorenson · Flash Fiction · Leanne Sype · Nicole Pyles · Tena Carr · Writer Wednesday Blog Hop

Unwelcome Guest – A WWBH post

This post is part of the Writer Wednesday Blog Hop, a weekly meme designed to inspire creativity and encourage sharing of stories.

The hop is co-hosted by Leanne Sype at Writings and Ruminations, Tena Carr at Taini’s Writings and myself over at Reading, Writing and Everything in Between.

Here we are again for another installment of the WWBH. No, your eyes are not deceiving you, this is my second story in two weeks. Get me, eh?

This week we have two pictures to inspire us, courtesy of the lovely Tena Carr, so I hope you enjoy what I’ve come up with.

Unwelcome Guest

  2015/01/img_3902.jpg      ‘How much further do we have to go?’
        ‘Just over that rise there, and then it’s all downhill.’
        ‘It feels like we’ve been walking all day.’
        ‘We have been walking all day.’ Joey’s whining was long past the point of getting tiresome, and Rob’s patience only lasted so long.
        ‘I don’t see why we have to make this trip every week, Sabrina is perfectly capable of putting one foot in front of the other.’
        ‘You expect her to walk half a day to market, jostle about with everybody else, then walk half a day back? She’s six months pregnant, Joey. Don’t you think that’s a tad unfair?’
        ‘Well, she should have thought of that, shouldn’t she?’
        Rob rolled his eyes, looking upwards at his cousin. ‘Yeah, she really should’ve thought about the possibility of the world nearly ending before planning on starting a family.’
        ‘Right. I suppose we’ll have to help look after the nipper as well when it finally gets here.’
        I wonder if anyone would even notice if I just left you out here, Rob thought. He knew he probably wouldn’t. He’d been nothing but trouble since finding his way out of the desolation, but then his mother always said cockroaches have a way of surviving before squirming out of the woodwork. It was just a shame he’d squirmed up and found them.
        ‘So, Joey,’ Rob said, ‘how’ve you been getting on looking for your brothers? Any luck?’
        ‘Nah,’ he replied, ‘I think they ran in the other direction. Don’t think I’ll be seeing them again.’
        ‘Well, don’t you want to even try? They’re your brothers.’
        ‘If they’re stupid enough to run away from everyone else, they aren’t any brothers of mine.’
        ‘What?’
        ‘Well, how are they gonna survive out there, on there own?’
        ‘It can be done, you know. We’re doing it.’
        ‘Exactly, which is why I was clever to find you guys.’
  2015/01/img_3425.jpg      Lucky us.
        Finally, the track leveled out and they could see the shelter they’d built against the caves. Rob started sorting out his bag, ready to dish out the provisions.
        ‘I hope you got everything on the list, Joey. Mother’s very particular about being without anything.’
        ‘Of course, I got everything,’ he said, checking through his list. ‘She’ll be … ‘
        ‘What?’ asked Rob, his heart sinking, ‘what is it?’
        ‘I forgot the salt. Does she really need salt?’
        Rob couldn’t hide his grin, although he kept the satisfaction out of his voice. ‘You’d better get up early in the morning, Joey. It’s a long way back to market.’
                                                                                                                                                  Word count: 440