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The bright laughter of the playing children mixed with the sound of the fountain in the center of the park. He picked a vivid red bench and sat. When had they painted the benches red? he wondered. It had been awhile since he had visited this particular park. He did like to rotate.

He relaxed and people watched. Who would it be today? He discounted the children playing tag immediately. They were both far too easy and yet too hard. They had no experience. Some older women sat playing cards, but didn’t hold his interest for long. They were too busy clucking among themselves.

A young couple caught his eye. The girl was a true beauty, far outstripping her suitor. But one could see the love between them. The young man got up to get something from a vendor. Perfect.

The girl walked to pond, talking to the ducks. He ambled over next to her, the syringe sliding down into his palm. She smiled at him tentatively. He smiled widely back at her.


“Sarah? Sarah?” The young man turned to the ladies playing cards. “Did you see where my fiancée went?”

“She was over there by the pond, honey, talking to that old man. Huh. He’s gone too.”

(209 words)

My take on the happy scene that Priceless Joy gave us this week. It is rather a follow-up of my post earlier this week, where I pointed out that dark things can happen in bright daylight. Priceless Joy’s story also had a theme of fear this week.  Check out everyone else’s take on the photo here.



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“Why, Mama?”

“Why what sweetie?”

“Why is Grandpa here?”

“Grandpa isn’t really here, honey, he is in Heaven.”

“Then why do we come here?”

“To think about him.”

“But I think about him all the time, Mama. Can I only do it here?”

“No, of course not. You can think about Grandpa whenever you want. He would like that.  But when we come here there are no distractions and we can think about only him. What is your favorite memory of Grandpa?”

“His trains. He always let me drive. He said I was the best engineer.”

“Yes, he did, didn’t he? He loved those trains. He loved you too, you know. Very much.”

“I know…..Mama?”

“Yes Harry?”

“I miss Grandpa.”

“I know, sweetie, I miss him too.”

“What is your favorite memory Mama?”

“When I first put you in his arms. Daddy was away, and Grandpa drove me to the hospital when you decided to arrive. Early, I might add. He was so flustered, his little girl having a baby right in front of him. He paced and paced–or so I was told. I was busy having you! And when he saw you, it was love at first sight. That’s why we named you after him.”



“I think that might be my new favorite memory.”

An excellent prompt from Priceless Joy.  I managed 219 words today. I chose to do it as a conversation because, in general, I destest writing dialog. So opinions on how I did are welcome 🙂  As always, make sure you check out all the other wonderful stories, including Priceless Joy’s, here.


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“Ok,” the teacher called, “do it again.”

A chorus of groans met her as the students reined their horses back into formation.

“Georgia, get Tomey back two steps. Henry, Honey needs to stretch a bit, loosen up the reins.” Angie walked around the riders, fixing the line as she went. Finally, she stepped back and smiled.

“Good job everybody!”

Horrays went up as the line scattered. Last five minutes of the lesson was always for play. The kids trotted around the arena, bouncing awkwardly on the patient animals. Horses were zigged and zagged in all directions.

Finally the teacher called them in and led them back to the stalls. After the tack was put away and the horses brushed, each child offered up a snack to the horses before being picked up by a parent.

Angie opened the exterior stall doors and watched in amusement as the horses all charged out into the paddock, bucking and tossing heads. Several immediately dropped and rolled, destroying the brush work of the kids. It was the same every week: the horses were quiet and sweet for the children, and the moment they were gone, the horses went berserk releasing energy.

(191 words)

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, led by Priceless Joy. Each week  we follow PJ’s lead as she gives us a photo prompt to write a story of  150 words  (more or less). Please check out the other stories here.  Leave a comment so all the writers know how awesome they are!


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The noise,  noise echoing in the interior of my brain. It won’t stop. I shake my head, my hair flying around my ears before laying roughly on my neck. They’re laughing at me again. They are always laughing at me.

I stare at the boys, thinking maybe that will silence them. I try to look menacing, but turn away in defeat. Nothing can stop them. Why won’t they leave me alone? They have everything.  I have nothing. I have given all.  I stumble, wrapping my arms around myself. Catching my balance I walk away from the boys. The laughter follows me, echoing in the air and down into my home below the street.

I lay on my blanket, rocking back and forth, hoping to ease the pain in my head.

(129 words)

My entry for our Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers this week. As always, thanks to Priceless Joy for our photo prompt. Check out her highly amusing story along with the others inspired by the picture HERE.


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“Mum, what’s that?” Almaya asked, pointing at the big building.

“That’s a museum now, honey. It used to be a church.”

“Mum, what’s a church?”

“People used to go there and pray. They thought there was a God, and they wanted him to answer their wishes. Once a week they gathered there and listened to one man speak about God,” Almaya’s mom answered patiently. “That one has been really well maintained, most churches have fallen down by now.”

Almaya  swung her mom’s hand as they walked down the street, thinking about that.  Skipping backwards to face her mom, Almaya looked back at the church.

“Why don’t I know about churches?”

“You will, honey, you just haven’t gotten to it in school yet.”

“Mum, why don’t we go to church anymore?”

Her mom looked at her lovingly. Such a curious little mind. “Because when the Government took over, they proved there wasn’t a God,  Almaya. There is only science. We have moved so far beyond that superstition.”

Almaya looked at the church again, bright in the sunshine. It seemed so huge, stretching up into the sky. Maybe having a God wasn’t a bad thing, she thought.

My story for the prompt from our leader, PricelessJoy. Using all the words I didn’t use last week,  I hit 195 words for the story. Check out all the other stories HERE.




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Harry’s Last Stand

Darkness crept towards the pond as the sun sank beyond the far hills. Harry looked around nervously, expecting evil creatures of all sorts to leap out from the underbrush. The fading glory of orange and pink streaking the sky couldn’t hold his attention as he strained for every sound coming from the shadowy woods.

They had told him not to be out after dark. But did he listen? No. And now here was, the light leaving him and he had miles to go to camp. What had he been thinking? No girl was worth this. Suddenly, he wondered if he had been played. Was there a faction in the camp that wanted him gone?

Abruptly, he realized that it didn’t matter. He was surrounded. How had they done that? For creatures with no brains, they were quick and cunning. That was about Harry’s last thought at the zombies shambled forward. He went down swinging, but he still went down.


Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers rides again! I used a total of 159 words this time around. Thanks to Priceless Joy for our prompt again this week and for being our fearless leader! Check out all the other stories inspired by the picture.



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Bart crept out, one paw slowly placed in front of the other, avoiding the painful rail. Joey was still nursing his paw somewhere behind him.  Slowly he placed his snout on the top edge of the canyon as he edged into the light.

Noise and brightness and scent assaulted Bart. Odd, two-legged creatures rushed around, pushing each other as they moved. Noise blared as sounds in the air and the creatures each tried to drown the other. The flashing lights dizzied Bart, and he withdrew his snout, sinking back into shadow. The creatures smelled good, like food. Bart snuck his nose back up.

What was this place? Why were they all running about? What could be so important? Bart was wondering all this when suddenly a roar far more frightening than the beasts that ran on the rails sounded down the tunnel.


“BARTHOOOLEEEMEEEEEW!!!!” his mother hollered, filling the tunnel with her rage. Bart spun and raced back the way he had come, his tail flicking the air as he ran.


Once more into story land we go! Thanks to Priceless Joy for another wonderful prompt. Please check out at all the other fabulous stories HERE.



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Once more we follow Priceless Joy on our adventures in writing. Please check out all the other stories inspired by this picture. Our goal is a story in roughly 150 words, today I used 158.

Alyssa hated waiting. Sitting in the waiting room, the old magazines looking up at her, she focused on the huge gaudy print across the room. It practically took up the whole wall.  The scene as alright, she guessed, but that bird seemed unnatural. Mocking her. Just hanging there, motionless,  like she was.

Alyssa looked up as another patient was called, then returned her frustrated gaze to the bird. She too was stuck in this endless moment, unable to make any plans. Finally, Alyssa’s name was called. She followed the pink scrubs down the hall, past the exam rooms to the office. After greeting her, the doctor sat back in his chair.

“I won’t make you wait, Alyssa,” he told her gently. “The tests were negative.  I know how concerned you were when you found the lump, with your family history. But you definitely do not have breast cancer.”

Alyssa stared at him for a moment, then broke down sobbing.





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My entry for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, brought to us again by the wonderful Priceless Joy

Martha closed her eyes, listening to the children as they played on the porch. David’s voice rose, and she cracked an eye, then closed it as the giggles resumed. Her rocker creaked as Martha sunk deeper.  David and Sara could play out here for hours. Martha couldn’t count the hours spent on this porch. It became a spaceship after they watched the Apollo mission, a pirate island after they  read Treasure Island. After watching John Wayne, the railings became horses to chase after the black-hatted bad guys.  Martha smiled as she relaxed one last time.

“Mom? Oh, David, I think she’s gone!”

(100 words)


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Evening at the Circus

   Gerri giggled with delight as the animals paraded by; elephants holding tails in trunks as they ambled, acrobats in sparkling costumes on the backs of  trotting ponies, monkeys dancing gaily around clowns. The Ring Masterclapped his hands in the center and all the circus performers froze, even the monkeys. The Master clapped his hands again and Gerri gasped as the monkeys scampered up onto the elephants and sat between the huge ears.

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