Category Archives: Flash Fiction

Following the Crowd – A Three Line Tale

A Three Line Tale for Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on this photo by Edwin Undrade via Unsplash. 

photo by Edwin Undrade via Unsplash


Following the Crowd
The charismatic leader called for volunteers and a whole host of willing followers raised their hand to be counted.

But it was not clear what they were volunteering for, as evidenced by the mumbling that rumbled from the crowd, “What are we raising our hands for?”, “Did you hear the first part of the call?”, “I’m not sure…I just don’t want to be left behind.”

“Round them all up and take them to the holding cell,” the speaker proclaimed to his armed guards with a sinister smile, “our alien guests will be pleased with the variety of our menu!”

~kat – 16 February 2017


Twittering Tale #17 – 14 February 2017

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About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a prompt photo, and your mission is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less.

If you accept the challenge, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing us a new prompt.  Have Fun!

Here is the roundup of last week’s creative twittering tales based on the photo below. If I missed your story, please let me know so I can add it to the line-up.

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Photo from Pexels.com

From Michael at Morpethroad:

The cat trained me well. I knew when to fed it when to nurse it when to leave it alone.
It purred contentedly in my lap when happy with me.
(140 characters)

From Di at Pensivity101:

He could feel the love through the pain, and sighed.
She knew where to assert just enough pressure and with tears in her eyes, felt him go.
(138 characters)

From Willow at Willowdot21:

Tom was busy he took his  work seriously! The  food  and  perks  were good.He  was well loved and  he  was proud of his title Hospice Cat.
 (139  Characters)

From Lorraine at 25WordsOrLess:

After many years of practice, Patricia perfected the Vulcan mind meld on cats. Live long and prospurr.
(102 characters)

From Ros at RamblingsFromRos:

No cats inside. Who was she to care? In a few minutes they would be somewhere without rules. She’d fed the cat. She just had to eat hers.
(138 characters)

From Joy at Poetry Joy

Tired, sweetly supine in her
arms, this dear feline friend
remains more faithful than
the rest, whom time and age
gradually removed, dispersed
(140 characters)

She didn’t want to go, leave
this house and home, for who
else would know how to take
care of her darling cat or give
her such loving attention?
(140 characters)

She stroked him under the chin
and chuckled deep within, for
none could know this cat now
in sweet repose was none
other than a witch’s familiar
(140 characters)

From Kathryn at AnotherFoodieBlogger:

Gladys was fed up with the damned therapy cat they kept placing in her lap.

“Shhh kitty, be still. You won’t feel a thing.”
(139 Characters)

From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings:

Sophie, the dementia care cat, knew that she may be roughly handled, she didn’t mind. She’d seen too many come and go, but loved them all!
(140 characters)

Claude had been a faithful companion to Mary for 15 years.  This was the best lap in the world. Together they breathed a last contented sigh!
(140 characters)

From Nicola at Sometimes Stellar Storyteller:  

Every day I’ve squeezed the life from my childhood pet, and every day he’s woken, reborn. Defiant. Never will I be free of Lucifer’s cat.
(137 Characters)

From Kirstwrites:

Minutes ticked by. Every day just like the last, alone with her memories. At least the cat was company. She wished the phone would ring.
(138 Characters)

From Reena:  

The bridal henna was fading away, but Kitty had not allowed my husband to come near me. It was a tough choice between love and loyalty.
(135 characters)

From Gayl:

Old, Wrinkled, Still Beautiful
Her hands were wrinkled, but still a certain beauty lingered about her.
Trouble is it seemed no one cared except her fluffy feline friend.
(138 characters)

Grief and Comfort
Her heart was heavy. Her soul mate was dead.
Kitty seemed to sense her pain and refused to leave.
It brought a bit of comfort in her grief.
(139 characters)

The Gift of a Pet
Bella loved Sam, a gift from her son.
She laughed at the antics of this furry pet.
He wore himself out, only to sleep peacefully in her lap.
(140 characters)

From Irena at Books and Hot Tea:

My pet loves to cuddle and I love the soft touch, too. But at times, the pet cuddles for too long. I guess that’s what I have the claws for.
(140 characters)

From sydthejack at 2WholeMinutes:

I stroked his neck, his fur and purring calming me, centering me. Our eyes met, a silent understanding between us. My bubby, his human.
(136 Characters) 

From Mick E. Talbot Poems:

twittering tales
from the hearts of many
love despair hope

so much goodness
twittering tales all from the heart
love hope empathy

Twittering Tales (Acrostic)
Twittering
Wishes
Interesting too
Taken from life
Tales
Experiences
Reflections
Inner visions
Nature
Glimmering

Take heed
All thee who care
Love
Evolution
Seek truth
(Characters: 140)

From Pat at Black Cat Alley:

Gran is a-jammin’
smokin’ right
her groove got
with bat alight.

Gran is a-jammin’
in 7th Heaven
she her weed
me my seed
nippy cat’s meow
delight.
(character count: 136)

and from me:

Morty
Morty roamed the halls of Shady Grove growling at anyone who got too close. But it was well-known if he liked you, your days were numbered.
(139 Characters)

Thank you EVERYONE for participating. Such sweet, whimsical, and macabre tales this week. What a variety!  And thank you as well for sharing the challenge with your friends and followers. A few new voices joined the challenge. Hope everyone comes back this week to tell the tale of the photo below. In honor of Valentine’s Day I give you Twittering Tale #17.

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She walked here each day. Norm traced a heart in the sand. As she passed by, a huge wave swallowed his ankles. “Tomorrow,” he sighed.
(134 Characters)

kat – 14 February 2017 


Along the Selchie Shore

There was a legend told of old by fisherman who ought to know…

“To find yourself a bonnie bride, when the moon is full, high in the sky, get thee to the northern shore to spy the selchies sleeping on the rocky shoal. They lay their her heads upon soft beds of silky skin that they have shed. Choose the lass most beautiful and hide her pelt before she wakes. Forevermore she will be yours unable to return into the deep.”

Some townsfolk swear the legend is true. And if you doubt it they’ll tell you this tale.

One stormy evening at a local pub, a young lad named Benjamin overheard a few old salts prattling at the bar about this and that and the selchie legend. He decided to see if it was true. On the very next full moon night he set out for the selchie shore with a shovel and an empty satchel.

Glistening in the pale moonlight, not one but four maidens slept upon their silken hides. Benjamin crept silently from one to another to the next and the next, his heart racing with indecision. Each one was more radiant than the former and he feared the witching hour would pass before he chose his bonnie lass. 

So Benjamin did what any young lad would do when faced with a such a choice and nothing to lose. He gathered all four pelts, stuffed them in the satchel and rushed inland to bury them.

He returned to the shore, as the sun was rising with cloaks to cover his lovely maidens. One by one they stirred awake and when they set their eyes upon his face, each was overcome with pure devotion. 

It was a young man’s dream. Benjamin swelled with pride as he led his harem into town to his simple stick-built shack. Never was a man happier than Benjamin on that day and the many days that followed.

But as the blush of new love faded, each selchie maiden became jaded, not happy to share their Benjamin with the other. They came to see that being human was not at all what they dreamed it would be. Oh, how they longed to return home to the freedom of the sea.

Together they devised a plan to rise before the cockle doodle, while Benjamin was fast asleep, to search for their pelts along the selchie shore. They would never find their treasure, and Benjamin, who had become accustomed to having four-fold attention, never gave away his hiding place once he learned of their scheme. 

Alas, these poor selchie maidens four were immortal, yet cursed to a life of human misery. Benjamin eventually died an old man with a secret and they continued to scan the beach, some say, even to this very day. 

You might even catch a glimpse of them there,  by setting out before the dawn, just as the amber sun is cresting along the selchie shore.

-kat – 7 February 2017

A tale for Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge based on the painting above by Frederick Leighton.

 


Twittering Tales #16 – 7 February 2017

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About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a prompt photo, and your mission is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less.

If you accept the challenge, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing us a new prompt.  Have Fun!

Here is the roundup of last week’s creative twittering tales based on the photo below. If I missed your story, please let me know so I can add it to the line-up.

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Photo from Pexels.com

Gayl from her blog of Words, Photos and Art started us off with three wistful tales bring us full circle.

Leaving Home
With a lump in his throat he took one last look.

Saying goodbye was hard. Determined, he turned away.
He’d do his best and make them proud.
(137 characters)

The Big City
Big city awaits
Scary for this country boy
A new place and job

Her letters charmed him
For the first time they would meet
Would they hit it off?
(139 characters)

Coming Back Home
Would anyone recognize him? 16 years had passed!

Still, it was home. At least his mom would welcome him with a hug.
He was nervous but happy.
(139 characters)

Pat from BlackCatAlley wrote about rites of passage.

Look left at what’s left behind.
Right holds no purchase yet
A shadowed place of regret
Black ashes fill your mouth
Rite of passage will out.
(character count: 138)

Michael at Morpethroad wrote a tale that really tugged at the old heartstrings with a cliffhanger! Grab a tissue.

Will he be there?
What will I do if he’s not?
I’ve nowhere to go.
He said he’d be there.
I can’t turn around now.
Please be there.
I love you.
(136 Characters)

Kathryn at AnotherFoodieBlogger gave us a cautionary tale about what happens when one does not pay attention. I have to admit she got me. I completely misread the ending!

With his Beats on full blast, he didn’t hear the “assume crash position” command in the final minute before touchdown. All survived but one.

Lady Lee Manila penned a tale of pondering and acceptance in her twitter poem.

Endured the pain
Summer came
Was there a flicker of hope?
Did I overcome the storm?
When the flame died down
I had to accept

No place like home
(137 Characters)

Di at Pensivity101 wrote about the high price of overcoming a phobia.

She wondered if it was worth it.
Ten thousand bucks to look out of a window.
That was the cost of addressing her flying anxiety.
(126 characters)

Joy at Poetry Joy shared three poetic tales tucked into a lovely essay about home.

He feels a tug to look back
calling him homeward
His eyes realize how vast
the universe can be
He aches to stay as he
breaks the cord to leave
(139 characters)

A window seat is a way
to see more clearly, get
a fresh perspective, because
home is anywhere at all
No more or less than
a place to lay his head
(140 characters)

“Are you ready for this?

He nods, gulps back tears, turns to take another look outside, where home shrinks small while he faces new horizons.
(140 characters)

Peter at Peter’s Ponderings wrote a chilling, dark tale that I’m guessing did not have a happy ending!

For maximum casualties from the full load of fuel, the bomb would explode as the plane reached 100 feet. 

Just time for one final prayer!
(136 characters)

Willow at WillowDot21 took us on a whirlwind tale of regret that ended in relief! Whew!

Had he done wrong?Too late now!It had seemed an innocent request. Panicking he open the bag, it was just a scarf the label said.Love to Mum.
{139 Characters}

Sonali at Howling with the Wolf was moved by the gray tones in this week’s prompt, giving us a sad tale.

Weren’t your friends supposed to be on this trip? 
She smiled forlornly.

“They couldn’t make it.”

Abandonment was a bitter pill to digest. 
(137 characters)

Lorraine at her FrillyFreudianSlip took a whimsical look at the mind of a worry-wart.

did I  water the fichus?
did I turn off the stove?
did I unplug the heater?
did I lock the door?
did I leave my keys in the door?
did I . . .
(136 Characters)

Nicola from SometimesStellarStoryteller gave us a futuristic view of a world unraveled by a political ideology. I do hope it’s not a premonition!

I often rode the train to gaze on history, aching for a return to the life replayed here in grayscale, before Trump cremated the surface.
(137 Characters)

Newcomer this week, Paul at LifeAt17 took us on a liberating journey of letting go and hope for the future.

“Finally, I am venturing forth into a new journey away from the shackles of past, away from toxic people and situations sucking me dry.”
(108 Characters)

Irena at Books and Hot Tea wrote about starting over and new beginnings.

Window introduces me to my new home. Leaving was hard, though I had nothing to leave. Arriving is harder, with everything to win or lose.
(137 Characters)

Leara, another newbie to the challenge, of LearaWritesAndTakesPics also told us a tale about new beginnings.

The Tracks
Watching the past pass away with its lights and shadows, I leave it all behind. I leave them all behind. Down these tracks, a new life waits.
(141 Characters)

The Bag Lady carried the new beginnings theme home with a tale of leaving.

Joanne looked out and silently said goodbye to her past. She had to look only forward now. A new life, new job, new destination, success.
(137 Characters)

And starting you all off, here is my tale about going back home…

Home
It had been years. Everything had changed, new buildings and faces. But one thing remained. Home was there, smaller than he remembered.
(135 Characters)

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I just have to say, YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME! What a great group of twitter tales this week! I love that each one is unique. Even if the theme is similar, it is so interesting to hear your unique voices adding to the narrative. And Bravo y’all. You are masters of brevity, telling your stories, one and all, in 140 characters or less!

Are you ready for this week’s prompt photo? Here you go. Have FUN! 🙂

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Morty

Morty roamed the halls of Shady Grove growling at anyone who got too close. But it was well-known if he liked you, your days were numbered.
(139 Characters)

-kat – 7 February 2017


Twittering Tales #15 – 31 January 2017

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About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a prompt photo, and your mission is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less.

If you accept the challenge, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing us a new prompt.  Have Fun!

Here is the roundup of last week’s creative twittering tales based on the photo below. If I missed your story, please let me know so I can add it to the line up.

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Photo from Pexels.com

From Michael at Morpethroad a sassy sheep tale:

You lookin’ at me?
you ain’t pulling no wool over my eyes
This is the face of a thousand fleeces.
You better believe it.
So read my lips.
Baa!
(137 Words)

From Di at Pensitivity101 a true tale:

Hello? Where’s my dinner.
You’re not my usual driver.
Come to think of it, maybe this isn’t the right van.
(104 characters)

From Nicola Auckland at Sometimes Stellar Storyteller – New here, with two tales to tell! 

#1
“What is it?”
“I don’t know”
“Poke it”
“I did”
“And?”
“And nothing”
“Can we eat it?”
“It’s blue. No food is blue. Don’t touch it….Bob?”
(128 Characters)

#2
“Stay very still. It might not see us.”
“It’s looking at me.”
“Is the beast from Blefuscu?”
“I know not, pass me an egg and we shall test it.”
(139 Characters)

From Lorraine’s Frilly Freudian Slip a cautionary guess what’s for dinner tale:

Dolly is invited to the McGregor’s for supper. Unfortunately, she doesn’t know what the recipe for haggis contains.
(109 characters)

From Joy at Poetry Joy who had two tales to tell:

1-
Thick swirled tight curls
encase this woolly jumper,
this white night-leaper through
my head, as I finally seek a
decent sleep within this bed
(140 characters)

2-
Feeling sheepish?” she smirked.

“Just a bit”, he huffed and puffed beneath weighty flank of sheep, ‘I didn’t expect her to sit on my chest!”
(140 characters)

From Pat at Black Cat Alley, “asheep” on the job:

Hey you!
Little Bo Peep. 
What kind of shepherdess are you? Asleep on the job.
Damn it to fleece that Ba-dooray doesn’t work on humans.
(133 Characters)

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger and other-worldly tale:

The aliens were very small beings and chose a most unfortunate landing area. Imagine their surprise when they opened the space capsule top!
(139 Characters)

Peter from Peter’s Ponderings joined us for the first time this week with a tale about a nightmarish flight:

The gas is fast escaping and it smells awful!

I really think we’ve been fleeced.

Why the hell did I agree to this airsheep flight anyway?
(136 characters)

Irena from Books and Hot Tea wrote about a “rude awakening”:

Hazy-eyed, he awoke to see a sheep looking down on him. He never truly looked into its eyes before. He saw wisdom now. Emotion. Rebellion.
(138 characters)

And finally, I started the round off with two tales. I really love this photo!

I woke up in a field, the sun blocked by two beady eyes, hot green breath on my face. The last thing I remember? An eerie light in my room.
(139 Characters)

So consumed in passion were they, that they didn’t notice the herd of sheep who seemed very interested in the mating ritual of humans.
(134 Characters)

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Here is your new prompt photo. Tell me what you see and I will see you next Tuesday at the Round-up! Have a great week! 🙂

Twittering Tales #15 – 31 January 2017

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Home

It had been years. Everything had changed, new buildings and faces. But one thing remained. Home was there, smaller than he remembered.
(135 Characters)

~kat – 31 January 2017


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