Photo Credit: Sonya- Only 100 Words

“Cockalorum! He makes me sick!”

“Just look at that peahen turning herself inside out, trying to get his attention. Someone should ban him from the barnyard!”

“He’s a mutant you know. His kind are all show! I don’t think he has one peachick to his name. He just uses our peahens. Scoundrel!!!”

“You’re right. We just need to be patient.”

“Wait! Is she looking our way?!”

“She is! It’s strut-time! Good luck buddy.”

“Ahhhhh whhaaaaahh whahhh whhhhaaaa! May the best peacock win!”

~ kat ~ 16 November 2015
(98 Words)

A story for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. To read more click HERE.

Photo Credit: A Mixed Bag 2015

It was the first thing she noticed when the social worker escorted her to the imposing fortress where she would live for the next several years. It scared her…that lion face, ears lurched forward, cold glaring eyes. After her parents died in the car accident everything scared Emily. But with a steel resolve and an extra squeeze of her teddy bear, she marched right past that lion never letting on how terrified she was.

Years came and went. It was a good time of making new friends, learning and growing…and naming “Old Leo” as Emily came to call him. No longer frightened by his austere demeanor, she felt comforted, protected by his presence. Old Leo was her special sentinel against the harsh realities of a world that had left her orphaned. A wise guard, always on post, he allowed her the time and space she needed to heal and to thrive.

Heroes come in all shapes, sizes and types. And it seems that some of the most powerful, like Old Leo, are carved in stone.

~ kat ~ 16 November 2015
(175 Words)

This story is prompted by the photo above for Sunday Photo Fiction. If you’d like to participate or read more stories click HERE.

Photo Credit: J. Hardy Carroll

“Shhhhh…(whispering) Look! Just in front of the blue door. Do you see them?!”

“Oh wow! Yeah, I see ‘em. Heard about the “Three Graces”. Wow!”

The “Three Graces”?

“Well the story is that those three little girls died in a fire in the church back in 1907. Sad story. See how they’ve bricked up the windows? Used to be stained glass. The blaze was so hot there was nothing left of them. Sad. 

Quick! Get a picture with your phone. Nobody’s gonna believe this!

I never woulda’ believed it if I hadn’t see ‘em myself. But there they are!”

~kat ~11 November 2015

(99 Words/Genre: Supernatural Fiction)

This story in response to Friday Fictioneer’s 100 Word Story Challenge (Photo prompt provided by J. Hardy Carroll). If you would like to read more stories or participate in the challenge, click HERE.

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“Phone booth? Who has phone booths theses days? What’s the house number?” 

“Don’t worry about that. You’ll know when you get here.” I could hear the wide grin on her face. 

“Ok. See you soon.” 

Sandy was right. How could I miss it? 

It was Beansie! That old car took us on many an adventure. Hanging out at the Burger Barn, roller skating, football games, movie nights. She was a silent witness to our teenage angst. The hopes, fears and dreams we shared back before life got complicated. 

Old Beansie wasn’t burning any rubber these days. But seeing her brought back so many memories.  

“I can’t believe you still have Beansie!” 

Sandy smiled.“It’s so good seeing you! How long has it been?” 

“Too long!” 

She and I spent hours remembering.

~kat ~ 9 November 2015
148 Words

This story prompted by Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) weekly challenge. To read more stories or participate, click HERE.