Some days the world felt so small. After college Lara spent the next few years traveling the globe.
“Travel while you’re young, honey,” her mum told her. She never mentioned though, that she was sick.
Lara received news of her mum’s passing two continents away. That day the world felt too big.
52 Words Exactly for Sacha’s 52 Weeks 52 Words Flash Fiction Challenge. This week’s prompt….Write about what happens next as it relates to the photo above.
Photo by Pamjpat at Pixabay.com
The closet in my parents’ room was off limits.
My little sister and I decided to sneak a peak while they were outside. To our surprise, the closet was full of toys!
Of course we never let on. We’d heard children who stopped believing in Santa didn’t get toys on Christmas morning.
~kat
For Sacha’s 52 Weeks 52 Words flash fiction challenge. This week’s challenge: Write about the day you ignored the ‘KEEP OUT’ sign. (in 52 Words EXACTLY)
Photo by fmatte at Pixabay.com
So engrossed was I in memorabilia that I didn’t notice the last call for visitors to leave. Didn’t notice, I say, until the lights went out and I realized was locked inside Poe’s Museum.
Suddenly I heard a rap-tap-tap from the window. There, a raven who said…
NOTHING!
Silly! Raven’s don’t talk!
~kat
52 Words Exactly for Sacha Black’s 52 Week’s in 52 Words Writespiration Challenge. This week’s prompt: Write about the night you accidentally spent in a museum.
1962 – First Grade, St. Joseph’s (I’m the innocent looking kid in the middle.)
It was 1962. First grade. Snacktime. My deskmate was slurping and smacking.
Something in me snapped. I couldn’t take another minute of his bad mannered noshing.
So, I squeezed my own Mr. Goodbar into goo and covered my entire face. He stopped. The whole class stopped.
Yeah, I was the weird kid.
~kat
For Sacha’s 52 Weeks, 52 Words Writespiration Challenge. This week’s assignment: write about the weird kid at school in exactly 52 words (no more, no less).
Sacha’s 52 Words in 52 Weeks flash fiction challenge: This week, I want you to look at the ending of the last book you read and write the first 52 words of a sequel. The book I just read is The Shack by Wm. Paul Young
Slamming iron echoed behind me as I entered the bowel of the state penitentiary.
I’d heard that Mack had been visiting Missy’s killer regularly. The reported change in the once non-repentant monster was something I had to see for myself.
I barely recognized the man sitting across from me. It was true.
~kat
like mercury colliding... 