An experiment gone awry

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

This week’s photo prompt is provided by

An experiment gone awry

Molly always had trouble sleeping. She got into the habit of browsing online when she couldn’t rest, and more recently scrolling through Buzzfeed to do pointless quizzes until she was tired enough to try and sleep again.

One night she stumbled upon an interesting article. Inspired, she jotted down the ingredients and their measurements for a mug cake. It was time for experimenting.

Her roommate, an unnecessarily uptight teacher with a secret love of baking, was luckily asleep on the couch. Molly closed the kitchen’s door. Hopefully Blair wouldn’t notice anything missing. She was always so observant.

She mixed it all together, excited to taste the chocolate treat the recipe promised. Three minutes later, Molly opened the microwave’s door and was horrified.

It looked nothing like the pictures! She must have gotten something wrong. With a cloth, she took out the mug with its overflowing lave-like chocolate mix. Molly got a fright as Blair’s dishevelled form stood behind her.

“My foot!”

“Blair! I’m so sorry.”

It was a funny story to tell the ER nurses.

(175 words)

I had trouble with the word limit on this one. It was such a fun prompt!

30 Day writing challenge: Day 4

The idea is to write 150-200 words a day for each prompt and to post it on this blog. At the end of the month, I’ll post the list of prompts if anyone is interested.

Prompt 4: Socks

Fuzzy Socks

Val walked into their bedroom. She was still laying in the middle of the bed, just a sorry lump beneath the sheets. He gently pulled back the covers, revealing a mass of wild black hair. Combing through the sea of half curled strands, a small face turned up toward him. Her nose was still bright red, and her eyes barely open. He wanted to plant a kiss on her forehead, but didn’t want to get sick himself. He placed his hand on her forehead instead; still feverish.

He held up the pair of fuzzy socks. She smiled and tried to get her feet out from beneath the duvet. Val pulled them on to her cold feet and covered her head with the covers again, leaving her to rest.

Soon, Nora was the one that delved into the covers to find his feet to pull the pair of bright neon socks over his feet while he recovered from his cold.

(158 words)

I feel like I’ve shot myself in the foot. I had no idea what to do with socks. *cringes*


Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

108th Challenge

This week’s prompt provided by The Storyteller’s Abode. I absolutely love this picture!


Mother stood against the cabinet, holding onto it for support. She had been having Marie tighten her corset more and more every few weeks; even though she could almost barely stand or breathe. She still looked so regal with the sunlight shining over her from the window. Her face always in a perfect soft smile.

Father and Josephine were still singing. Josephine’s eyes darting up toward me every few seconds, reminding me of my part coming up soon.

But I was keeping my eyes on mother. I wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake her. Why was she doing this to herself? Why could only I see the pain and suffering in her eyes that she tried so hard to hide? Why won’t father see?

My part in the song came and went. Father stopped playing.

“If you want a husband one day,” mother said, “you need to be perfect in all you do. Perfect in every way.”

Father started playing again, Josephine’s eyes baring into me. I sang my part. Perfectly.

Perfect would make her happy.

( 179 words)

I had food poisoning earlier this week and it kind of ruined any writing plans I had. Will try to be on top of things again from next week.

Red rust

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

106th Challenge

This week’s prompt comes from The ForesterArtist

Go and have a look!

Red Rust

The group all crouched down, copying her as she looked out into the forest.

“It’s a car,” Carl said.

Everyone relaxed. Laylas walked out toward it, lowering her gun.

“We must be close to the city,” she said.

She ran her hand over the rough, rusted metal. They needed to find medicine for their mother. Only hardened Jaguar Warriors were sent to the city to find anything that the village could use. Laylas imagined the city would look a lot like the car; stripped and laid bare.

“We should stop a while,” she said, looking at Carl. “Rest while we can.”

“No. If Jaguar Warriors catch us, they’ll kill us.”

The rust left red dust on her fingers. Laylas smeared it across her cheek, pretending to be a blooded member of the Jaguars. Carl didn’t find it funny. He licked his thumb and wiped away her stripes.

“You’ll get us killed before they ever find us,” he said. Laylas quickly fell in behind the rest of the group, some rust still on her fingertips.

(174 words)

*Jaguar Warriors were inspired by Aztec Military. I watched a video about it the other day where it was briefly explained. It seemed like a good idea for a post- apocolyptic society. You can read about it here:

*Laylas was meant to be Layla, but I accidentally added an S and now I like it.

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One day

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

105th Challenge

This week’s prompt provided by Mike Vore!

One day

The piano stood alone in the room. Alex watched it, but lacked the strength to walk over and stretch his fingers over the keys. It had been more than a year since he last filled the room with music. And the piano stood waiting for him, beckoning him each time he passed, calling out to convey his emotions in song.

But he couldn’t.

Not yet.

Not until he could smile as sunshine warmed his skin. Not until the ache and the stress lulled away into forgotten memory. Not until it felt as if something in his life was going right again.

He would return one day, he promised himself. He wouldn’t let his talent go to waste, he told himself over and over. He closed the door.

But dust caked the cover, and the room remained silent day after day. The piano waited for him to return, to give his lifeless form a voice again.

‘One day’, it promised.

(159 words)

Maybe it won’t be so bad

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Prompt provided by MajesticGoldenRose!

Maybe it won’t be so bad

Nancy grimaced as she pulled up her stiletto from the mud. Jack wasn’t even waiting for her anymore, he was already talking to the farmer. Why did he want cows? What were they going to do on a farm in the middle of nowhere, without the city and all its glory?

There was a patch of grass she could walk on. She would give him a piece of her mind. Again.

“I have the cows ready for you, Jack,” the farmer said. He gave her a strange look before escorting Jack closer to the pen. Nancy huffed, ready to explode. She pulled her sunglasses off to clean them. What was that?

She didn’t hear Jack walk back to her. “Cute, isn’t it?”

Nancy huffed, looking away from the calf that was staring at her. “When are we leaving?” she asked.

“I think she likes you.”

She turned her head back, smiling this time. The calf really was cute. And fluffy. “Cows are fluffy?”

Jack laughed. “I suppose you can find out soon. She’s coming with us.”

Excitement danced in her, rising to her heart. How strange.

Maybe it won’t be so bad after all.

Cows are cute though. Especially Highland Cattle. Also, I have no idea how farms work. 

Image result for highland cows


Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

his week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode!


He always walked down the same path every Wednesday afternoon. For a week or two, three o’clock came and went without a trace of him. I kept waiting that day until he showed up again and with a new addition; a beautiful black Labrador, enthusiastically trying to get away to go and say hello to the other dogs in the park.

“Who is this?”

“I found him on my way home one night. Poor guy was all alone and hungry.”

Peter was always such a good man. “You were both lucky to have been at the right place at the right time.”

“Is that why you were missing in action for a few weeks?”

“I wanted him to settle in before introducing this into the routine.”

“How does Bella feel about the new addition?”

Peter sighed and sat back against the bench. “She left,” he said. “A few days before I found the dog.” He pulled himself up after my long pause. He whistled to the her. “Come on, Bella. Let’s go home.”

173 words