Out for a walk

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Footy and Foodie.


Out for a walk

John whistled to Oliver to slow down, and walked toward where the dog was waiting. It was the perfect time for a few photographs, and he would be able to get the dog out for some exercise. Some walking would do them both good.

John held up his finger imagining that he was swirling the clouds as he moved it over from blue, to pink, to orange, to yellow where the sun was setting. He put down his hand to pick up his old camera that was held together with strategically placed duct tape and rubber bands. Brenda always knew how to fix things.

Oliver waited by one of the cars. It was time to go home. It would get dark soon. John looked down at the photo he had just taken. He stopped.

Was that-? He shook his head. What was that on the screen? It couldn’t be.

Oliver barked, urging him to hurry up. It was almost dinner time.

John scratched at his head beneath his hat. “Is that a woman?” he asked himself. On the screen sure enough was a figure in the clouds. “Flying?!”

He put his camera away and grabbed Oliver by the collar to hurry home.

Brenda wasn’t going to believe this.

 


(208 words)

Detective E

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

This week’s photo prompt is provided by The Magicsticgoldenrose.


Detective E

“The elusive stranger!”

This was it. We chased the perp down the street toward the Crowdy house, the local municipal building and the only historical site in town. It’s a boring town.

Detective E. turned the corner after running across the courtyard, almost catching up to our perp. We ran up the stairs to the roof. He was cornered.

“Nowhere to go now,” E said.

The stranger pulled off his mask, revealing Mrs. Cooper- our client.

“Mrs. Cooper,” I exclaimed.

E gasped. “Of course, it was you. You wanted us to catch you, that’s why you told those lies about your priceless diamonds.”

She licked her lips. “I knew you would find me eventually, E.”

“You’re going away for a long time, dame.”

She laughed. “Poor E. You’ll go down in history as the one that let me get away.”

And as she finished she jumped from the roof. We could only watch as she soared away.


(157 words)

This is terrible, and I love it  xD

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Furry hero

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 06-06 through 06-12-2017

Prompt provided by Pamela S. Canepa.


Furry Hero 

Getting lost was easy. There were only trees, and more trees, and more trees around me. And behind me. And in front of me.

I found a large rock to stand on, hoping that it would give me a vantage point to find civilization again. I managed one leg over the edge and struggled for some time to pull the rest of myself up onto it. Should have used my gym membership a bit more. Breathless, I did a power stance with my hands on my hips. It’s good to feel confident even when you feel like crying.

I did what I always did best; I yelled and screamed.

A very hairy hand came up from behind and clamped my mouth shut. I closed my eyes, thankful. I turned to face my hero. I gasped, it held out it’s paw to me.

It had to be a male bear. His cave was dishevelled, his bed unmade, dishes waiting in the sink.

He called the police. I got ice cream on my way home.

Crap. I hope the others are okay.


(180 words)

I was feeling silly. Obviously, you’d yell if a bear put it’s paw on your face.

Frost

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

This week’s photo prompt is provided by loniangraphics.


Frost

Candy continued poking at the frost on the leaves. Once it all was gone, she curled her numb finger into her palm, forming a fist to try and warm it up again. Her legs were burning, her feet numb. Her new boots weren’t keeping some of the wind out. She had been standing there since before the sun came up, waiting for her friend. It was her fault she was so cold. She wanted to be early to surprise him.

Meet me by the tree, his letter had said. He would have a big surprise for her. Candy couldn’t imagine what that would mean. Surely, he would never marry her. Susie was far more suited to be his wife. His letter had promised that he would come to say hello. He was back from the war. It was over.

His mother came to the house later that day, her eyes red and puffy. Candy had waited as long as she could. In the end the frost made it impossible. His mother sat down and gathered Candy’s hands in hers. He wasn’t coming home.


(183 words)

 So late to the party, but I made it!

30 Day writing challenge: The last stretch

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 27: I am way too sober for this. Prompt 28: The bone crunched. Prompt 29: You knew? Prompt 30: I killed it. 


I am way too sober for this, like uncle Jerry always says. It was me against the spider. A very unwelcome guest in my bedroom. I had thrown a few books at him, but he dodged and dipped past every hard cover that flew towards him. It turned, it’s brow furrowing. He picked up his legs like a ninja before lunging. I slapped it to the side, hearing the bone crunch in my hand. But I was too manly to feel it. He scurried on the bed. Without a second thought, I dived on him to show him who was boss.

I threw my guest toward the door, ready to kick him out, when mom came in.

“What are you doing?” She asked. “You’re supposed to get ready for bed, Bobby.”

I pointed toward the spider. “It attacked me.”

The room changed back as mom picked up the stuffed toy. No more play time. It’s one leg was slightly torn with white stuffing coming out of the wound. “I’ll take the unwelcome guest back to the dog then,” she said.

“I killed it,” I said, getting into bed. She kissed my head and put off the light.

“Good night, sweetie.”


(200 words)

I was four days behind, and I feel so bad about it! But I hope this last story makes up for it. I will post the list of prompts soon.

30 Day writing challenge: Day 26

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 26: Her chair.


Nancy had been staring at that spot for most of the day. Nothing would take out the wine stain. She had tried everything in her cupboard, and any tip she could find on Pinterest. She even got down on her knees to rub in some white wine. She cried a little as she did. It didn’t work. It made it bigger. She couldn’t have the carpet replaced. Tom almost had a fit from the bill the first time.

She turned around to look for something she could put over the stain. This was too much. She would have to rearrange the entire room to make it work!

“Why don’t you put the chair over it?” Nicky, the sidekick, asked.

“The chair? Next to the fireplace?”

“It’s not as if you ever light it.”

Nancy wanted to be upset by Nicky’s comment, but she had a point. Together, they pulled her favourite chair over toward the stain. With the bold black and white stripes of the chair she could barely see the stain.

“That’s much better,” Nicky said.

“But I still know that it’s there.”

Nicky left the room.


(188 words)

30 Day writing challenge: Day 25

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 25: White carpet.


Neil was never good at parties, but it was his brother’s thirtieth birthday, and his wife had insisted that he be there. He stood by the window, listening to Nancy’s speech.

“And remember, she said. “don’t you dare mess anything on the white carpet.” She paused. “I will kill you.”

Everyone laughed and dispersed. Neil knew she wasn’t kidding. As everyone came in earlier, she made them take off their shoes. He noticed a small woman standing near the fireplace, completely frozen. Her wide eyes caught his. She motioned for him to come closer.

“Cold?” he asked.

Wordlessly, she moved her leg to reveal a large burgundy stain on the carpet. “In a way,” she said.

Neil stood next to her to help hide the stain. He knew Nancy would transform into her inner dragon at the sight of it.

“What should I do?” she asked.

“Don’t move,” Neil said. “Don’t draw attention to yourself.” He tried to think of an escape plan. They smiled at Nancy as she came past. With her back to them, Neil grabbed the woman’s hand and quickly ran for the door.

They ran faster as they heard Nancy’s shrill scream.


(196 words)