Wired – a mostly true story

FFFC 3.18.19

For Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge

Each week I will be posting a photo I grab off the internet and challenge bloggers to write a relatively short flash fiction piece inspired by the photo. While there are no definitive style or word limits, I suggest trying to keep your posts to under 300 words.

Wired – a mostly true story

He was only seven when the monsters came. Whispering to him late at night, telling him stories, telling him … things. I sat and watched as he stood open-eyed, staring off into the distance, talking to someone I couldn’t see, in a language I’d never heard. He was only seven. Continue reading “Wired – a mostly true story”

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Inn of the Purple Door – a Crimson Creative Challenge

CCC 3.13.19

For Crimsons Creative Challenge

Inn of the Purple Door

The bottles were lined up in a row. The window faced the full moon and each bottle touched some bit of the metal grid. All was in readiness. Shara entered her circle of salt, lit the candles and settled herself to the ground. She began mixing herbs with her mortar and pestle and chanting her spell. Continue reading “Inn of the Purple Door – a Crimson Creative Challenge”

Fate of the 6210 – a Twittering Tale

TT 3.12.19

Fate of the 6210

Heavy raindrops soaked his cigarette as Sam stood assessing the wreck. Bloody steam bandits! They had derailed the train en-route and, in the confusion, made off with the steam generator. Sam stepped lightly over twisted metal and worse. Now to catch the thieving buggers.

character count 272

For Kat’s Twittering Tales

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Noemei

For the March Speculative Fiction Prompt 

March speculative fiction

Noemei

Noemei opened her eyes to her squalid surroundings. The stench of sweat and excrement mixed with something worse, the smell of fear. The air was ripe with it. Slavers! Her Island village had been raided. She’d been thrown in the hold of a ship with the other children and what adults were left after the massacre. She brusquely wiped a tear away. This would not do, her mother had told her to get away and get away she would. Continue reading “Noemei”

Stream of Consciousness Saturday Abashed

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For Lindaghill.com’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “abash/a bash/bash.” Use “abash,” or “bash” as a noun or a verb. Bonus points if you manage all three. Have fun!

Much Abashed about a Bash

Helena was much abashed when she arrived at the party wearing the same frock she’d worn just weeks ago. But with the servants gone, what else was she to do? She’d thought to take a bash at dressing herself for the evening gala and felt she’s done fairly well. Her gown was not new, but she’s done her hair up in a fashionable twist with tiny ringlets falling to her shoulders. The hair style was simple with her naturally curly hair and she’d further adorned it with her mother’s silver combs. The double strand of pearls around her neck had also belonged to her mother. Helena fondled them for a moment in quiet contemplation. Oh how could her parents have had the bad taste to be murdered and left her all alone. There was nothing for it, this party was her meal ticket. Many favors were owed her family and she intended to collect. Plus, it was the poshest bash of the season and the food was bound to be good. Helena’s tummy rumbled silently as she stepped across the threshold and presented her invitation.

Word count 185

Til next time ~Peace  ~JPP

Old McDonald a Twittering Tale

TT 3.5.19

A grim reminder of the days when the McDonalds had run the little side show still glowed neon. The sign’s tip fell. It now pointed at a red stain where Old McDonald had been eaten by the tigers he once held captive. It was a gruesome sight, still it did bring in the tourists.

Character count 278

For Kat’s micro fiction challenge – Twittering Tales

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

The Day After

Tfirst line friday 3.1.19

For Dylan’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie challenge: First Line Friday and the first line is:

This day was summer when the sun shone, and biting winter when clouds overtook the sky, a tumultuous mix of seasons in the span of an afternoon.

The Two Day War

This day was summer when the sun shone, and biting winter when clouds overtook the sky, a tumultuous mix of seasons in the span of an afternoon. The war began on the 13th. By the 15th it was long over leaving survivors struggling through the aftermath. They were calling it the “Two Day War.” Continue reading “The Day After”