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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

I made it!!  Once more I joined Priceless Joy’s group of aspiring writers. We are given 100-150 words and a photo prompt, our imagination does the rest. Check out the other stories inspired by the photo:    Thanks this week to TJ Paris for the cool picture. Makes one want to jump right in!

She lay on the beach, torpid, as the sun stared down at her.  Crystal water stretched far into the horizon. She dug her feet into the sand, seeking the cooler sand deep under the surface, closing her eyes against light bouncing off the gleaming sand.  Crashing crystalline waves lulled her, and she slept.

“Samantha! Samantha!” the shouting continued, the irritation in the voice indicating it had been going on for some time. “Wake up!”

She opened her eyes groggily, seeing only a shadow standing over her.

“Wake up,” the voice insisted. “Vacation is over. Time to get back to work.”

“Waaa? But, sleep!”

“No!” the voice said emphatically, ” you need to get back to work. Your blog is lonely! Get on it!”

She sighed deeply before getting up and folding her towel, knowing the voice was her subconsciousness–and it wasn’t going away.

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This is actually last week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. I started it last week, but the story just didn’t come together as I wanted til now. And I am a firm believer of better late than never 🙂 Of course, I want to thank Priceless Joy for putting the prompt out there to inspire our creativity and Sunayana for providing the photo.



“What?” Krista asked.

“Angels! I saw angels last night.”

Krista sighed inwardly. Martha was always sure she had seen something.

“Angels?” she asked her oldest friend again.

“Out there on the marsh,” Martha said excitedly. “I was walking Jackie, and he started barking and growling, you know, so I was looking around and then I saw them.”

Krista looked out where Martha was gesturing. Wisps of fog rose, but she saw no angels. Stupid dog, she thought. Always excited about something.

“Look,” Martha whispered.

Krista looked again, watching, dumbfounded, as the wisps coalesced into a white mass. It looked like land, rising out of the bog, white edges swirling. Water sluiced off as it rose, and Krista saw forms, flying above. White and filmy, she knew why Martha called them angels. But they weren’t, she understood that immediately.

“Martha, we need to go,” Krista whispered urgently.

Martha looked at her in astonishment. “Why, what do you mean?”

Krista started tugging on Martha’s arm, staring at the objects dancing in the sky. Suddenly they turned,  arrowing straight at the two women huddled together.




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Tis Friday, and again we follow Priceless Joy’s lead with Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. She gives us the photo, and 150 (roughly) words to play with. And, as always, make sure you read all the other wonderful stories–including Joy’s–HERE


“Drugs,” Marianne said sagely. “Sure enough, it will be drugs.”

“Mmmph.” John said as he walked besides his fellow deputy. He was still in the room, remembering the sounds as she labored to breathe, horrid quick little gasps. And the paramedic’s helpless voice as she asked what to do with the brain matter on the sheet. Her face was the same, but deeply twisted in pain.

“Everyone knows her family went from ‘shine to meth. Some rival, probably,” Marianne continued. “I’m sure she deserved it.”

John thought of Daisy May,  a ray of sunshine, her amber hair floating as she toddled through town. He thought of how she loved everyone she met. She had worked hard to separate from her family “business.” When she earned enough to buy that old truck, everyone laughed. But she restored, painted and shined, then put her name on it.

“No one deserves that,” he said shortly.


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Once more we follow Priceless Joy’s lead–and, today her words:

This is my story for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We are given a photo prompt and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. It is fun and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.

To read all the amazing stories written for this challenge, click HERE. And thanks to Gina at Singledust for the vivid picture this week 🙂

Mattie stared wordlessly at the splendor before her.  Colors, colors were everywhere. All hues filled the store to the brim.

And the ladies sweeping through looking at the vibrant fabric, dressed in reds and golds,  hair up and faces powered.  The peacocks teacher talked about could not be so splendid.

Mattie glanced at her own simple homespun, suddenly ashamed.  Mattie huddled behind the counter so no one could see her. Her grandfather came out of the back room with the owner of the store.

She looked at her grandfather’s stern black, and all at once everything was alright again.  The store owner looked at him with respect, grateful that her grandfather brought his beautiful cloths to him.

She remembered him patiently showing her how to weave the dress she was wearing. Someday she would bring in the cloth, and receive the same respect.

She wiggled out from behind the counter, ignoring the fancy ladies. Her grandfather noticed, gesturing her to come over.

“Come, Maartje, it is time to go back to the village.”

“Yes, Yeye.”


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Finally, I made time to get on board with Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers again! I will try to do better in the following weeks. Once more we all follow Priceless Joy as she puts out a prompt with a wonderful story. Check all the other great stories from this prompt HERE. Thanks to Louise for the lovely photo this week.

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Ally raced up the hill, Chris pounding behind her. He stumbled, and Ally looked to make sure he kept to his feet. He did,  so she surged forward again,  air straining through her lungs.

Shouts followed them over the crest of the hill as they headed down towards the river.The skidoos better be there, she thought grimly, or this was all pointless.

Chris stopped, gasping as he gesticulated towards the water. Ally looked to see two little skidoo nestled against the shore. Grabbing Chris’s hand, she pulled him on. The shouts became louder as figures were outlined on the top of the hill.

Jumping on, she turned the key and held on as the little machine jumped out from under her. She swept out onto the water before realizing that Chris’s machine didn’t start.

Looking back, she saw him swarmed by the figures of their pursuers. Hesitating, she finally turned and raced across the river towards the brightly lit carnival.  Everyone at school would be so jealous.


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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers! Again I am following Priceless Joy’s lead as she puts forth a prompt and gives us 150 to 175 words to tell our story. Make sure you read her story, as well as all the other wonderful interpretations of the photo, HERE. Thanks to Barb CT for the photo this week 🙂


“Papa, tell us another,” Leah requested, burying her toes in the warm sand.

“Yes, Papa, another!”

Leon glanced around at the expectant faces surrounding him. Happy, healthy grandchildren, something he hadn’t been sure he would ever have.

The sound of the waves wash over him, taking him down with them. Men crammed into small spaces, deep under the sea. Cranky as time went on and they had no news of how the war was going. Rumors crept around the dark corners of the cramped sub. Fights broke out as dirty, sweaty sailors argued over which countries had been bombed….and who survived.

Leon gazed out at the ocean, brought back to present as a small hand touched his leg. Looking down, he met Leah’s concerned eyes. He knew he’d had these spells occasionally; he had not known any of the children  noticed. Engulfing her soft hand with his large, callused  one gently, he let the memories sink back  in his bones. A bristling spine of pier posts caught his eye.

“There was a whale,” he began.




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Flash Fiction fun again! We are given a photo, 150 or so words and are let go to let our imaginations run wild. My thanks to Priceless Joy finding a prompt each week and to Yinlang for our photo this week.  Make sure to read all the other stories the imaginations came up with HERE.

“You go,” Alicia insisted, her fairy wings dipping uncertainly, her fingers scrunching her bag.

“No, Norman should go, he’s the boy,” Caryn argued.

“My mom says girls can do anything boys can,” Norman declared with irrefutable logic.

The three of them stared at the house. There were no Halloween decorations, only a light flickering over the porch. No decorations were needed, the house dark and forbidding.

“Fine,” Alicia said, “we’ll all go together.”

They crept up the steps, huddled together. Alicia reached out to press the doorbell, then they jumped back, hands held tightly.

They heard the creak of stairs, and one by one lights appeared in the house. Finally the door opened.

A broad, motherly face looked out, wreathed in smiles.

“Oh my!” she said. “I didn’t think I would get any trick-or-treaters!”

They heard a rustle, and a bright blue bowl appeared. “Last year they all went to the mall, you know,” she continued chattily. “But I keep a bowl, just in case.”

She fished some candy out and put some in each bag before smiling and closing the door.


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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers! Once more I get to join in the fun led by Priceless Joy 🙂 The rules generally go like this: we are given a photo prompt and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. It is fun and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.* I may have gone over a bit, at 210 words.  I just felt they were needed to match all those stairs. To read all the other stories inspired by Joy Pixley’s wonderful photo, click HERE.

“I’m telling you, the noise came from up there!” Sheila insisted.

Rose looked up at all the steps.  “Really?”


Rose sighed, starting up the steps.


“What, Sheila?” Rose asked patiently.

“Here–” Sheila handed her a bat “–you can’t go up there empty-handed.”

Taking the bat, Rose continued up the stairs while Sheila stood at the bottom wringing her hands.

Just what Sheila thought was up there, Rose didn’t know. Her next door neighbor always seemed a little high-strung, but the elderly lady was downright hysterical tonight. The steps went up to the widow’s walk on the roof, so it was unlikely anyone had come in or out from there.

By the time Rose got to the top, her legs were shaky and the bat was dragging up the stair treads. Sheila had called up several times, but she seemed very far away now. It was quite dark at the window, with only the moonlight beaming in to light her way. No one had ever run electricity to the walk, and Rose stumbled forward.

Pressing her forehead against the cool glass, Rose let her body relax. Sudden noise had her pulse jumping and she spun, raising the bat, only to laugh weakly.

Sheila had squirrels in her attic.

*I did steal the rules directly from Priceless Joy’s blog 🙂




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Ok, so I may have gone over the 150 (=/-25) word limit on this one 🙂  I have always loved a library and this picture (thank you, TJ Paris!) is just gorgeous. And I seem stuck on the Bard right now. So I topped out at 249 words. I hope that our leader, Priceless Joy, will forgive me. I am just happy to be joining the group again! Don’t forget to check out all the other stories inspired by the picture HERE.

Sadie walked into the library, clinging to Gramps hand. She had never seen such a large room. And, oh, the books. Just like Gramps had promised.

She traced the ornate ceiling panels, marveling at the intricacy. The opulent dark shelves, the scent of paper on the air, the high ceiling….she felt like she belonged here.

Gramps loosened his hand, and gave her a tiny push.

“Go, explore. I’ll be reading the paper in the sun down at the end,” he said.

Sadie wandered around, looking at the books. Nonfiction…politics….mysteries…science fiction… the sections were endless. She poked her head in the “Children’s Room,” soaking in the bright colors before deciding it wasn’t for her. She ran her finger lightly over the titles she passed until she felt a different material.

Instead of the plastic dust jacket of so many of library’s books, this one felt richer, with a raised whorled pattern across the spine. She pulled it out, gasping a bit at the weight, and set it on a nearby table. After gazing at the designs on the  burgundy cover, Sadie flipped it open.

“I’ll give thee fairies to attend on thee,”said Titania, queen of the Fairies.

“And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep and sing, while thou on pressed flowers sleep.”

Sadie closed the book and carried it over to Gramps.

“This one?” he asked, putting down the paper.

When she nodded, he got up to take her hand again and lead her over to the librarian.


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Or did it happen like this?

Chloe looked out at the sand, already bored.

She could be in an air conditioned hotel room with WiFi right now, instead of this hot spot. Which was ironic, she thought, since it had no service. Chloe glanced around as her mom spread the towels-that big statue up there was probably blocking service. Why did they need a massive guy holding up a bridge to nowhere? She wouldn’t even be allowed to walk  on the road, Chloe bet. What a waste.

Chloe sat on her towel, staring balefully up at the stupid statue. Her mom pulled out the tourist guide, reading intently. Chloe was sure a lecture on the specialness of the beach and that bridge was imminent.

A bird floated overhead, landing on the statue’s nose. A sudden explosion rocked the statue, sending rock shards flying. Chloe stared at the huge boulder flying at her, too shocked to move. A huge hand swooped down, lifting her safely out of the way.

“My, I’ve had to sneeze for centuries,” a deep voice rumbled.

Chloe looked into the warm brown eyes of the statue, uh, living giant holding her in his palm.

“Um, bless you?”


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