Almost did it

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Mondays Finish the Story

Finish the story begins with: “Delphine always wanted to pilot her father’s plane and when he forgot his keys on her tenth birthday, she knew that taking off would be easy.”

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Thanks to Martin Furman for the opening line

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Almost did it

Delphine always wanted to pilot her father’s plane and when he forgot his keys on her tenth birthday, she knew that taking off would be easy.

She dodged the securi-bots patrolling the hallway, knowing to keep low and out of their view pointer’s way. The hanger was dark. Delphine switched on her torch, an ancient relic her mother had brought from the museum. The light shone toward the door where her father’s plane waited.

She heard loud foot steps coming. It sounded like the heavy boots of her father. Delphine hid behind a storage crate and put off the torch.

The footsteps came closer. She held her hand over her nose and mouth. The heavy boots stopped next to her.

“Nothin’ here.”

Delphine waited until it was quiet. The door was so close. She peaked her head out and darted toward it with her shoes in her arms.

At last she was inside.

She turned the keys, bringing the plane to life. Suddenly it was dead, and her father’s face appeared on the monitor.

“Delphine, what do you think you’re doing?”

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I went a little over with 155 words.

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Rosie Red

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

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Photo prompt:

by Dawn M. Miller

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Rosie Red

Red always made Rosie feel happy.

Erik moved closer to her on the bench, pulling his scarf closer to him. His hand remained in his pockets.

“I see now why you call this the red park,” he said.

Rosie smiled. Her cheeks flushed. “It’s my favourite place to get away from the world. It’s never cheery enough.”

Erik stretched and inched his arm around her. She remained still, not wanting to scare him off. The fountain burst and sprayed. The water danced carelessly, spraying droplets onto unsuspecting pedestrians. The children in their cherry coats screamed and ran; their mother in a pink beret sprinted on after.

“I never really like red before.”

Rosie’s stomach dropped. Everything with him had been perfect up to his red-rimmed words. What was she going to do with him?

He caught her glare and smiled. “But…”

She swallowed. “But?”

“But here, next to you, in this melting pot of red, it becomes the most beautiful colour.” He raised his hand to touch her red face.

All was rosy again.

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174 words.

A little piece of happy, cheery fluff for my first piece for flash fiction for aspiring writers.

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Horrors in town

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Finish the story begins with:  “The Mayor and the town manager waved as their next victim approached.”

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Horrors in town

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

The Mayor and the town manager waved as their next victim approached.

“Wait!”

I moved out from the shadows to stop the young girl from going into the slaughterhouse. She stopped and took a step back from the mayor.

“Young lady, you need to mind your own business,” the man on the left said. The mayor grabbed the girl’s wrist, ready to pull her in. “You best be on your way.”

I pulled my gym bag closer, and took out my silver sword. The men stepped back as it gleamed. They pulled the girl inside, locking the door behind them.

Then there was the scream.

She was already sedated when I kicked the door down. The mayor held her neck at an angle, ready to bite. The town manager turned and screamed. In his true form he had a flat ribbed nose, fangs and ashen skin.

I lifted the sword.

*

“You saved my life.”

I wiped off the blood. “Just go before I burn city hall down.”

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I based the true forms of the mayor and town manager on Skyrim‘s vampires. It’s the only vampire I know.

Newvampface

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The surprise

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Finish the story begins with: Hey boys, how ’bout y’all makin’ yer Ma some wind chimes?”

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© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

The Surprise

“Hey boys, how ‘bout ya’ll makin’ yer Ma some wind chimes?”

John and Michael lifted their golden heads. Dad held empty cans in his hands; behind him on the table stood paint.

“Why are you talking funny?” Michael asked. He was given the cans. He could smell the fruit.

“I thought you two could make mom something for mother’s day.”

“That was two weeks ago!” Dad always forgot mother’s day. They always had to fix it.

He scratched his chin. “I know, but better late than never, right?”

The boys shared a look. They marched to the table to begin painting.

*

“What’s this?” mom asked. She held a box oddly wrapped in painted on newspaper.

“It’s from me.” Dad stood behind the boys, smiling.

She took out the surprise. Red Neck Wind Chimes were painted in big, bold letters.

They were hung on the porch. When the wind blew, she would burst into laughter, and dad never forgot mother’s day again.

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A precious gift

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Finish the story begins with:  “At first, it looked like an ordinary marble, but it was far from it.”

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A precious gift

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

At first, it looked like an ordinary marble, but it was far from it.

It was left in the dirt. Whoever had thrown it away had no idea what lay within the tiny sphere. It was a pearl filled with a precious gift.

Juliet picked it from the red earth and held it up to the sky. She saw nothing inside. It was an empty shell. It held nothing, as she could hold nothing. Her free hand moved to her stomach. They were both useless to the others.

They were here to colonize the planet.

All of the other women were already pregnant, expected to give birth at any moment.

She stayed outside with her marble as the others ran inside. Juliet opened her hand to gaze at it as rain poured down over them. She stared on as it melted, disappearing with the pooling water in her palm.

She was alone again.

The doctor told her the next morning that she was pregnant.

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I’m a little out of practice, but very happy to be posting again.

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