Mondays Finish the Story

The Art of Deception – Mondays Finish the Story

Mondays Finish the Story


The premise for Mondays Finish the Story is pretty simple – to finish a story using 100-150 words, based upon a given photo and first line. The challenge is hosted by Barbara Beacham, who has all the details including the linkup to share your own and read others contributions.

This week I have been grabbed by the poetry muse again, but with an opening line such as this it was difficult to resist.


© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham


The Art of Deception

What a tangled web we weave,

when first we practice to deceive.

To lure someone to do our bidding,

takes knowledge of their skill and willing.


Time is key to set the scene,

to sow the seed and keep them keen.

A simple premise will work best,

to get them hooked and believe the rest.


Your memory has to stay first-rate,

to keep up with your tale to date.

One slip’s enough to stall your travels

and make all your hard work unravel.


So if you choose this path so daring,

to further yourself and remain uncaring,

keep your distance from your subject,

before they influence your judgement.

To keep the tangled web you weave,

from which your aim is to deceive,

you’ll be rewarded in wealth and glory

but your sacrifice is to be forever lonely.

Word count:  125

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