Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Flash Fiction - Which One?

Flash Fiction: A piece of fiction that is extremely brief, typically only a few hundred words or fewer
The Challenge: Write a piece in 100 words or less using the prompt…
The Prompt: Whichever path he chose would ruin someone’s life

 Sam looked between the cells. His heart ached. “Only one?” Whichever path he chose would ruin someone’s life.
The matron walked past again. “Have you made a decision?”
Noise echoed through the hallway. Sam cringed. “Now quite. How do you choose just one?”
She smiled. “It’s hard. I’d take them all home if I could.”
He sighed. “I’ll take the German Shepherd.”
She nodded. “Good choice. Gunner only has one day left. You’ll save his life.”
“And the lab?”
“Shooter stands a great chance of getting out of here.”
Gunner grinned as if he knew he’d just been saved.

Friday, September 15, 2017

Flash Fiction - Sneaky Devil

Flash Fiction: A piece of fiction that is extremely brief, typically only a few hundred words or fewer
The Challenge: Write a piece in 100 words or less using the prompt…
The Prompt: She’d got him wrong, but that was her loss

Two faces peered at her through the fence. “What the heck! I separated you guys last night!” She sighed and made her way to the gate. The grain slid from the bucket into the trough. Blossom and Hart both raced to the gate, pressing against it with their heads, begging for release. Begging for the sweet feed that beckoned, gleaming in the morning sunlight. “No milk for me, I guess.”
Hart was supposed to be in the pasture, not the pen. The sneaky devil was learning the routine way too fast. She’d got him wrong, but that was her loss.


Thursday, September 7, 2017

Writing Wednesday - Shotgun

Note... I DID start this yesterday but with work and a toddler dropping a cookie sheet on her toe and needing mommy to sleep next to her ... Yeah... It didn't get posted until today.

Flash Fiction: A piece of fiction that is extremely brief, typically only a few hundred words or fewer
The Challenge: Write a piece in 100 words or less using the prompt…
The Prompt: She dropped the shotgun on the bed

*****1*****
Cassie turned, her eyes wide. “What did they do? I can’t be married to him! Not David!”
Her breath caught in her throat as she choked back a sob. Tears trickled down her cheeks. The wooden stock glistened in the flickering firelight. Her hands shook as she took the shotgun from its spot on the mantle.
“I won’t be forced into this. He’s a horrible person.”
The door creaked open bringing with it a cold blast of air. David’s evil sneer turned to shock as the smell of spent gunpowder filled the room. She dropped the shotgun on the bed…


*****2*****
Fire pulsed through her veins. Overwhelming her. Consuming her. Her heart raced, pumping the flames even faster.
“Get a hold of yourself, Ember.” His murmured words were almost muffled by the crackling and popping in her ears.
The wood in her hands almost disintegrated into ash of it’s own accord while the metal became a dripping, molten mass. She scanned the room, her gaze stopping on Trent’s face. All the color had drained. She dropped what remained of the shotgun on the bed. The blankets seemed to pull back from it as if in fear, their edges singed and smoking.

*****3*****
Water dripped from her clothes, puddling on the floor. She glanced at the dog shivering next to her, crouching near the barely warm fireplace.
“Go lay down, Chance. You did real good today.”
The dog’s tail thumped once then was still as his head rested on his paws.
Tracy almost didn’t have the strength to strip out of her wet clothes before she collapsed next to the shotgun she’d dropped on the bed.
She groaned as a knock came at the door. “What?”
“It’s the game warden. Open up.”
She forced her eyes open a crack then rolled over.

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Writing Wednesday - Flash Fiction - Kidnapped

Flash Fiction: A piece of fiction that is extremely brief, typically only a few hundred words or fewer
The Challenge: Write a piece in 100 words or less using the prompt…
The Prompt: The day my mother was kidnapped

Warmth seeped through me as the amber liquid slid down my throat. I sighed and closed my eyes, thankful to be someplace warm. I lifted the glass to my lips and almost snarled when a rowdy bunch crowded me at the bar, jostling my elbow.
“Another round!” Someone slurred their words as spittle rained onto the counter. “Conrad here is telling us a tale.”
My Conrad? I shifted beneath my cowl to peer at the man.
The grizzled old man spoke, his voice as gravelly as he looked. “Aye, ‘twas a horrible thing. ‘twas the day my mother was kidnapped…”

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Writing Wednesday - Classroom Boredom

Flash Fiction: A piece of fiction that is extremely brief, typically only a few hundred words or fewer
The Challenge: Write a piece in 100 words or less using the prompt…
The Prompt: She was tired of him regaling her with his tales

Kiara’s head lolled back as she stared at the flickering fluorescent lights. One hundred thirty-seven. There are One hundred thirty-seven ceiling tiles in this room. She rocked forward and blew out a breath. Her fingers traced the carvings on the smooth wood in front of her.
The seconds ticked by, each moment echoing in her mind. She tried to focus on the repeating sound, wishing it would drown out his words.
She was tired of him regaling her with his tales. They weren’t all that spectacular anyway. Stupid English teacher. No one wants to hear about double negatives.


Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Writing Wednesday - Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction: A piece of fiction that is extremely brief, typically only a few hundred words or fewer
The Challenge: Write a piece in 100 words or less using the prompt…
The Prompt: He was impervious to her abuse

“What did you do?” He looked at the destruction throughout the room. Debris littered every horizontal surface. Some unidentified substance dripped from the curtains and lampshade. His boots stuck to the floor as he stepped deeper into the chaos. “What were you thinking?” He shook his head. “I’m going to have to shovel the entire mess into the trash.” He grabbed the snow shovel and started scooping.
“NO!” her tiny wail echoed through the stillness. Her tiny fists beat against his legs. He was impervious to her abuse as he cleaned up the mess of toys, peanut butter and chocolate.

***** OR THIS ONE *****

Daesha glanced behind her, hoping she wasn’t being followed. Da and Cordyn would be there soon. She squared her shoulders and ducked into the cave. Darkness enveloped her like a warm blanket. She widened her eyes, hoping to see something, anything. A rock tumbled, skittering across the cave floor - or was that the rasp of claws? Her fingers brushed the smooth walls as she crept deeper into the cave.
A hot blast knocked her to the ground. A huge weight pinned her down. She pounded her fists against the scaly leg. He was impervious to her abuse.
“Who goes there?”

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Writing Wednesday - A day late

Flash Fiction: A piece of fiction that is extremely brief, typically only a few hundred words or fewer
The Challenge: Write a piece in 100 words or less using the prompt…
The Prompt: She’d made a poor job of hiding the damage.

Cordyn shook his head as he surveyed the clearing. Branches littered the ground having been sheared from the trees. “What was she thinking?”
Trevor shrugged. “Does she ever?”
Cordyn smothered a snort. “Dinna let her father hear ye speak such.”
Trevor grinned. “Aye, but tis true.”
“Aye.” He moved past the cluttered timber to the blackened earth. He cocked his head to the side. “What happened here?” His fingers caressed the dark patch, wishing it could speak to him. Footprints scuffed the ground, leading into the forest. She’d made a poor job of hiding the damage.
He rose. “Let’s go.”