Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

What Matters

photo prompt by © Jellico’s Stationhouse

“What about that old bike?” the auctioneer asked. “Whippets draw a nice price. Collectors always looking for…”

“No,” Abby cut him off, “not the bike. Everything but the bike,” she turned away, tears burning down her cheeks.

“Whatever you say,” he retorted, “just trying to…”

“The rest goes,” Abby repeated. Mom’s china, the silver, Grandma’s Waterford stemware, Daddy’s ivory straight razors, century old heirlooms and the family homeplace; all would soon be cashed in to pay the medical bills.

Grandpa taught her to ride on that bike. His bike. She would ride again. “No, not the bike, Grandpa” she whispered.

kat – 6 April 2017
(100 Words)

For Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers based on this photo prompt by  © Jellico’s Stationhouse


Twittering Tales #24

1476833681824

About the challenge:  Each Tuesday I will provide a prompt, and your mission, if you choose to play along, 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!

Twittering Tales #23…the Drone – The Round Up

drone-1142182_1280

Drone – Photo From Pixabay.com

From Ramya at the Logophile’s Corner

Sounds Of War
The gun replaced the toy in his hand when a drone entered his town. His innocence faded when violence arose with the droning sounds of war.
(Character Count:139)

From Kitty at Kitty’s Verses

Zoom! It flew past, Am I being filmed? The tigress gave a resounding roar and struck an elegant pose.
124 characters

From Michael at Morpethroad
My neighbour sunbaked nude
For many years in complete privacy.
My drone flies over, hovers, then swivels
sending images to make my eyes pop.
(137 Characters)

From susmitamukherjee at Uniqueses
Treasure hunt
His drone zoomed near old Miss Maple’s window where she was found cautiously taking out the contents of her casket. “Oh! jolly,” cried he.
(140 characters)

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes
Twitterer shrieked a last visual mayday message before Eagle’s talons crunched through its body & dropped the mangled machine in disgust.
(137 Characters)

From Di at Pensitivity101
Is it a bird or a plane? the mixed flock asked.
Absolutely no idea, Said Owl.
But that flat top makes great target practice!
(122 characters)

From Sangbad from Thoughts of Words

What did you see…I asked. Cuckoo…she scrawl. I sigh. Neither you’re blind nor am mute…she scribbled on my palm. The drone again flew.
(139 Characters)

From Martin at Martin Cororan
“We can confirm that the suspect was neutralized in a drone strike. The drone sent compromising photos to his wife and she emasculated him.”  
(140 characters)

From Mick at Mick E Talbot Poems
Alien transmission

*”£!” $%+=u) (*&^ ~}{+_K & ^% $£”!
IIU& (“!|Z|¬ ¬ !
^% )( *) (* ) )*^ % $ +_(_) ( *@ #~> <!+_ &^ % $ £”! &^%$£”! “£$%^ &*()_!

Translated

Come in mother ship,
Got you drone.
We’ve got less than a 100 year before the next mass extinction, then were moving in, for now lets go home.
140 characters

From Reena at ReInventions
Gone are the days, when actors hung from helicopters, with songs to capture the attention of their love. You are being stalked, darling….
(137 characters)

From Lorraine at In 25 Words More or Less
He was never invited to parties as he tended to drone on and on about nothing interesting. So, he went via his drone spy camera.
(128 Characters)

From Kirst at Kirst Writes
Growing the hedge hadn’t worked. Folks were still spying on him. Why were they so interested? He aimed his best assault rifle at the drone.
(140 characters)

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger
The excited boys launched their school project drone. Seconds after the video came in, they realized their error in camera placement. DOH!
(138 Characters)

From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings
The skies were full of hero’s! Prices from £150 up to well over £3,000. Not quite like during the blitz though! They were real heroes.
(136 characters)

From Francine at Woman Walking Max
Church Brothers agree: our flock has strayed, they have lost the path. Duty calls us to gather them into the fold. We need data
(100 characters)

and mine
After the coup each person was assigned a tracking drone. Privacy was a novel concept from the past, hidden in the footnotes of history.
(131 Characters)

Wow! Thanks everyone for taking part in last week’s twitter tales! You all just get better and better at this! If for some reason I missed your tale in the round up, please let me know so I can add you.
This week’s prompt is a photo from Pixabay.com that I have looked at several times. There are a few possibilities with this one I think. Can’t wait to see what you come up with.  Have Fun!

Twittering Tale #24

boats-1838939_640

“Boats” from Pixabay.com

Fireworks
Lara’s husband and that tramp of his were on board. She set the bomb to go off just as the fireworks started. “Happy Independence Day Baby!”
(140 Characters)
kat – 4 April 2017

A Tiny Interruption

photo prompt by Jules Paige.


The gray, overcast skies matched his mood. John had a bad habit of staying in relationships long past their demise. She was waiting for him at the end of the pier. Their spot. John was beginning to regret that he didn’t suggest they meet at the cafe on the corner.

“Hey. Hope you haven’t been waiting long,” he lied. He was late, hoping she’d get mad and leave, allowing him to do this by text. No such luck.

Darla turned around when she heard his voice. She had been crying. “There you are,” she sniffled.

“I’m sorry I was late. Darla, we need to talk.”

“We do John. I’ve been sitting here wondering how I was going to tell you this. But you go first,” she looked at him through tear stained eyes.

“No. You go ahead.” Maybe she realized it too, John hoped. Then he wouldn’t have to be the bad guy.

Darla sighed, “I’m pregnant John. We’re going to have a baby.”

kat – 31 March 2017
(164 Words)

For Sunday Photo Fiction based on his photo prompt by Jules Paige.

 
 


No place like…

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria


I grew up on an island. My family’s business was fish.

All us kids had jobs. Mine was collecting fish guts, tails, heads in a bucket; bait for the next day’s catch.

I hated it; the salty air, the fishy smells and slimy ooze.

When I graduated from college I landed my dream job and settled in the city, as far away as possible from the coast.

My company recently transferred me to its new office. “You’ll love the view,” they said.

Funny! Ended up where I started but with a bird-eye view. Have to admit, I do love it.

kat – 30 March 2017

For Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers challenge based on this photo by Fatima Fakier Deria.


Sludge

tltweek61

photo by Caleb Woods via Unsplash

Sludge

Charlie spent months researching, attending conferences, test driving models, doing side-by-side feature comparisons and saving extra cash, a lot of it, until he settled on the perfect drone.

On the day of her maiden voyage, Natasha (Charlie liked to name things) was magnificent to behold hovering in the wild blue sky, dipping, weaving, soaring, with Charlie at the controls orchestrating her every move until a gust of wind tossed her just out of radio contact range.

Charlie felt the hiccup first in his fingers, like a skipped heartbeat, the empty disconnect that plunged him into despair and poor Natasha into the middle of a nearby lake where she sunk and settled into the ooze, never to be seen again.

~kat – 30 March 2017

For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on this photo prompt by Caleb Woods via Upsplash.