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Showing posts with label Flash fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Flash fiction. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

100 words

These flash fiction pieces really are fun.

This one, I really want to see what happens after the story stops at 100 words. Might have to consider going on with the idea, but I've got a couple different directions I could take it...


Here it is.  The prompt was:  When she opened the door, she wished for...

When she opened the door, she wished for him. She’d been gone for too long and everyone she knew was dead. That’s what happened when you traveled faster than the speed of light. For her, it had been five years. For Earth, it had been decades. And now that the debriefings, press conferences, and tests were done, she was finally free to return to her home.

The place she had once loved more than any other. But now that he was gone, it wouldn’t be the same.


The bright green eyes that met hers had to be a trick.


David?



So where would you go with this?

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Flash fiction

I've missed doing the 100 word Wednesdays for quite some time.

life got busy, and I got lazy, but now I've played with another.

The prompt was

She felt for the lock in the dark.


Sometimes I wonder where my mind wanders off to and what I'll find if I explore that.  Tonight I wrote this at 11pm and apparently I'm in a lost mood.




She felt for the lock in the dark. Her swollen fingers struggled to keep hold of the key. When she finally managed to push the key home, she didn’t have the strength to turn it.
It was just as well.
She didn’t want to see what was in the house anyway.
She left the key in the door and leaned her back against the door, sliding down against the rough wood until her butt hit the concrete step.
No one had thought her capable of surviving. At times she had wondered herself. But now she was here.

She’d shown them. 

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

WonHundred Word Wednesday

It really is fun to come up with really short stories. I know some of the time they feel like they have closure, but most of the time they are just a quick teaser, or opening to tons of possibilities. 

October 22nd: As she searched, her movements were frantic

She’d been over the room a dozen times, but the key was still missing.
She closed her eyes, trying to visualize where she had last seen it. She’d removed the chain from her neck to meet with him. He would have known instantly what it was.
If she didn’t find it soon, she’d never get the lock opened and the trap couldn’t be set. Too many people were counting on her. She couldn’t fail.
A sparkle of light in the corner caught her attention.

The key dangled from the silver chain hanging from his bony finger. She was too late.

And from a week I missed this summer:  September 3rd: The fire was getting closer

The fire was getting closer and I smiled. It would save me. Break me free of this prison. I ignored the manacles around my bony wrist. If I tried hard, I could probably slip them off, but I still couldn’t fit through the bars on the window.
The guards hollered at each other to open the cells, but as the thick smoke filled the air, I knew my freedom from these chains would be different than what I’d first hoped.
It didn’t matter.
In the next life I would make things better. I wouldn’t fall victim to him ever again.


Check out some of these other blogs to see what they came up with. 

Wendy Knight, Author: www.wendyknightauthor.blogspot.com

Kelly Martin, Author: www.kellymartinbooks.blogspot.com

Alison Woods (Peering Into. . .): http://alisonmillerwoods.wordpress.com/

Jessica Winn, The Distracted Writer:http://thedistractedwriter.com/


Wednesday, October 8, 2014

WonHundred Word Wednesday

It's been a while since I posted. And instead of giving up, I'm catching up. So I'll be adding a prompt from the past to each coming prompt.  

This week's prompt was There was nothing left of the money except:  

There was nothing left of the money except enough to buy a ticket home. He would cherish this trip for the rest of his life.
As he approached the desk to buy his ticket, he heard a woman sobbing as she stepped away. She took her daughter’s hand and looked at the small wad of cash in her hand. “We don’t have enough to get there,” she whispered to the child.
“Excuse me,” he said. “How much are you short?”
She answered and he knew exactly what to do with the last of his money.

Besides, he liked this place.

And this prompt was for the date: August 20th: He had waited twenty years to return it

It lay on his night stand, mocking him. Twenty years had gone in a flash, yet he looked at the source of his constant shame and closed his eyes. A slow, steady breath later, and he was determined to act.
He slipped it into a dark bag.
No one had to know. He could sneak in. He could do this.
He nodded at the woman inside the building, sitting at the counter. He worked his way to the back shelves and pulled the book from the bag.
As it slid home between two other authors, he finally felt at peace. 

I know there are a handful like me who have run out of minutes in the day to work on these prompts, but check out the links below and see who you can find. 

Wendy Knight, Author: www.wendyknightauthor.blogspot.com

Kelly Martin, Author: www.kellymartinbooks.blogspot.com

Alison Woods (Peering Into. . .): http://alisonmillerwoods.wordpress.com/

Jessica Winn, The Distracted Writer:http://thedistractedwriter.com/

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

WonHundred Word Wednesday



Today's prompt is something I experienced once. 


Spare some change please? The old woman on the street corner asked, her cardboard sign stained with grease and other unidentifiable substances.
I opened my purse and dug through the pocket I held my coins in. A small pebble my daughter gave me, a few smashed penny souvenirs, and an army can opener were found among the few dimes, nickels and pennies. I didn’t even have a quarter. Everything was plastic.
“Sorry, it’s all I have on me.”
“Wow lady. You don’t got much.”
Her words saddened me. I had so much, yet couldn’t give to one in need today.



Time to visit the other blogs involved. 

Wendy Knight, Author: www.wendyknightauthor.blogspot.com
Kelly Martin, Author: www.kellymartinbooks.blogspot.com
Alison Woods (Peering Into. . .): http://alisonmillerwoods.wordpress.com/
Jessica Winn, The Distracted Writer:http://thedistractedwriter.com/

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Wonhundred Word Wednesday

This week's prompt:

There was a strange wailing sound coming from the next room. 



A strange wailing sound caught my ears. I put my tools down and listened closely, trying to figure out what it could be. My apprentice had gone home hours ago, and no one in their right mind would be visiting someone like me this late at night. I doubted it was a cat. They had learned to stay away as well. 
I blew out the candle and gripped the long handled needel used to punch holes in the leather I’d been working on.
Easing myself up quietly, I moved to the door. A familiar scent reached me.

I’d been found.


Time to check out the other blogs and see what they came up with. 

Wendy Knight, Author: www.wendyknightauthor.blogspot.com
Kelly Martin, Author: www.kellymartinbooks.blogspot.com
Alison Woods (Peering Into. . .): http://alisonmillerwoods.wordpress.com/
Jessica Winn, The Distracted Writer:http://thedistractedwriter.com/

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Won Hundred Word Wednesday Double Feature

Once again I was out of town last week and didn't think far enough ahead to do my writing prompt.

So I'm doing two again this week.

Here's last weeks prompt:  THE PINK GLOVE LAY ON THE GROUND, ALMOST COVERED.


The pink glove lay on the ground, almost covered. The snow hadn’t stopped falling since late last night. He picked it up wondering who it belonged to. Probably some kid who hadn’t noticed it was missing.
He shook off the snow and placed it gently on the fence post, hoping to make it visible if someone came looking.
As he turned to continue on his errand, he ran into her.
“Jillian?”
“Spencer? Is that you? I haven’t seen you in ten years.”
The desire to caress her face like he used to washed over him.
Was she single?

No ring.

Now for this weeks prompt:  THE URGE TO INTERRUPT HIM BEFORE HE HAD FINISHED WAS OVERWHELMING. 


Stopping another dragon mid-hunt was stupid even for a maverick like himself.
Yet if he didn’t stop Kors from devouring that human, Drog would regret it. Something about the human sparked a memory from years ago.
Drog took in a slow breath. Goat’s milk. The same thing he’d been fed as a hatchling when his mother had been killed by knights.
Drog inched closer to the peasant and looked into the terrified eyes.
Recognition sparked in both of them. Drog swung his tail into Kors.
I claim this one as my slave. It was the only way to save him.




Now go see what the other's did with the prompt

Wendy Knight, Author: www.wendyknightauthor.blogspot.com
Kelly Martin, Author: www.kellymartinbooks.blogspot.com
Alison Woods (Peering Into. . .): http://alisonmillerwoods.wordpress.com/
Jessica Winn, The Distracted Writer:http://thedistractedwriter.com/

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

WonHundred Word Wednesday

These sure give me a lot to think about. It's fun to see where my mind leads me with the different prompts. This was inspired by the account I was told of my Grandparents. 

It was time, she’d fought against it for so long



It was time, she’d fought against it for so long, but now she found herself staring death in the eye. Leland had put up a valiant fight against cancer, but he was finished.
She held his hand and rested her head against his.
“I can see children at the end of the bed,” he said.
“Do you know them,” she asked.
He nodded weakly, then frowned. “They’re leaving.”
“Do you want to go with them?” she asked gently.
“Yes,” he sighed.

“Then go have fun. I’ll see you again soon.” She kissed her husband of fifty-six years one last time. 

Now go see what the others did. 


Wendy Knight, Author: www.wendyknightauthor.blogspot.com

Kelly Martin, Author: www.kellymartinbooks.blogspot.com

Alison Woods (Peering Into. . .): http://alisonmillerwoods.wordpress.com/

Jessica Winn, The Distracted Writer:http://thedistractedwriter.com/

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

WonHundred Word Wednesday




Another Wednesday, another Writing prompt:

In all the years I've lived here, I never once called this place my home.




In all the years I’ve lived here, I never once called this place my home. They say home is where your heart is. I gave mine to someone once. He said it was just for a little while. That he’d give it right back. But he kept it. Locked in a box. Now my step mother opens the box every now and then and strokes it. She’s changed since I last saw her. Creepier. Lonely. She never comes out of the castle anymore, just stares in her mirror.

Oh well. I’ve got a meal to prepare for seven hungry men. 


Here are the links to the others

Wendy Knight, Author: www.wendyknightauthor.blogspot.com
Kelly Martin, Author: www.kellymartinbooks.blogspot.com
Alison Woods (Peering Into. . .): http://alisonmillerwoods.wordpress.com/
Jessica Winn, The Distracted Writer:http://thedistractedwriter.com/