Category Archives: Flash Fiction

Fiction Friday: Not That Easy

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Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Sandra Crook

Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Sandra Crook

Not That Easy

“I can’t just go walking up to it in the middle of the day and retrieve the gun, Ted. It’s not that easy. How was I supposed to know it was going to be cleaned up and opened to the public as a park. Yes, I know which tree it is. Don’t worry. I’m almost there. Everyone should be at home now, keeping warm.”

Coming out of the copse, Seth stopped at the bridge, silently staring at the stump where the tree used to be.

“Seth,” Ted’s tiny voice came out of the cell phone. “Do you have the gun?”
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Fiction Friday: The Promise

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Friday Fictioneer challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Dawn Q Landau

Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Dawn Q Landau

The Promise

The dog found her that night, lost in the forest. At sunrise, he nipped at her heels. She couldn’t see him – he died two years before – and the nips were so faint she didn’t realize what they were. He guided her to the railroad track, shielding her from harm, as even death couldn’t prevent him from keeping his promise to protect her.

When he saw the others approaching, he faded into the trees with one last bark in her direction. At the familiar sound, she turned, eyes wide with wonder. She raised her hand, called his name, and waved goodbye.
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Fiction Friday: Primary Colors

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Friday Fictioneers challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Marie Gail Stratford

Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Marie Gail Stratford

Primary Colors

Blue, yellow, red. Helios has no imagination, Eos sighed. Their parents gave him a whole planet to play with and he uses only primary colors? She picked up the brush and spent the new few millennia mixing hues, putting them all over her brother’s planet.

Helios returned. “What are you doing?” he yelled. “Crystals are not supposed to be purple!”

Eos laughed. “You mean amethyst?”

He picked up the canvas and threw it at her. The paint dripped all over her robe, and forever more all sunrises in the universe were streaked with pink, peach, blue, violet, orange and red.

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Fiction Friday: Lunch Can Wait

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Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Lunch Can Wait

Jeannie came out onto the balcony to call to her grandfather, Big John. She had a salad, sandwiches, sweet tea and brownies ready for their lunch. She could see him at the picnic table with Sally. Sally was spending the summer with her grandchildren, a few streets over.

The breeze kept mussing up Sally’s curls. Big John reached up, trying to put the strands back behind her ear. Smiling, Sally took his hand and cupped it with both of hers. Snippets of their laughter drifted up.

They are just so darn cute at that age, Jeannie thought. Lunch can wait.
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Fiction Friday: Friendly Warning

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Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Melanie Greenwood

Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Melanie Greenwood

Friendly Warning

Nigel said, “Friendly warning: The maze has its own ideas.”

“Sure, old man,” Julian snickered. Seems Nigel has lost it.

Julian walked into the maze, planning to start in the middle. Something jostled his shoulder as he raised the trimmer, making him drop it. Retrieving it, he stood up and found the maze walls were now towering above him.

What’s this about? Julian wondered.

Retracing his path to exit the maze, Julian found no opening, only an impenetrable barricade blocking his way, darkening the sky.

“Nigel,” Julian called. “Nigel!” Julian screamed, again and again until he could scream no more.
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