Category Archives: Flash Fiction

Picture It Fiction

The Lovers

She was the center of his universe.  Once he succumbed to her tempting seduction there was no turning back.  Completely dominated and powerless to escape the thrill of her passion, his only ambition was to please her.   Never would he dare defy or undermine her insatiable need to control him.  He was twisted and manipulated into being exactly what she wanted him to be…a diabolical killer.  The human race was her prey and he was her hit man.

(Photo Credit – Kill them. by Senju-HiMe)

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Picture it and write with ermilia. Write a  paragraph of fiction or a poem to accompany the image. Anyone who wants to join in is welcome. Post a link to your story in their comments.

Friday Fictioneers 9/7 – via Madison Woods

-Freedom is Not Free-

Just a few miles from the Canadian border, the stone house was their last stop on the road to freedom.  A family of six huddled in the candlelight eating hot broth and freshly baked bread, exhausted from the day’s journey.  Escape from slavery had once seemed impossible but with the help of many brave, caring people they were only a day away from the freedom they dreamed of. Leaving a life of servitude behind, they knew that no matter what happened their future would be better.  They lay down on the cold dirt floor and slept in peace.

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This is my post for this week. Your comment and feedback is most welcome.

Photo by Piya Singh (Bittercharm)

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Every Wednesday visit Madison Wood’ssite to see the picture prompt for the week’s 100-word writing challenge. Write a 100-word story or poem that’s inspired by the picture. Post the writing on your blog.  On Friday post a link to your blog entry in the comments section of her Friday Fictioneers post.

Picture It and Write Fiction

Sara’s Story

My sister Sara was always attracted to new adventures. She was fast and smart and there were times when I couldn’t keep up with her. She loved playing tennis more than anything and I was sometimes envious of how good she was.  Even on my best days I was no competition for her on the court.

She also loved to read, especially Harry Potter books.  Her favorite quote was by Dumbledore, “Dark and difficult times lie ahead. Soon we must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy.”  Sara decided to join the military when she turned eighteen and there was nothing I could say to change her mind.  Sara became a soldier.

Afghanistan was her last adventure on earth.  At twenty years old she died a hero’s death in combat.  She was my best friend, a proud, courageous, adventurous, strong, beautiful girl who lived and died for what she believed was right.

(This story is purely fiction. I wrote it in memory of the 140 female American soldiers who died serving their country in the name of freedom in Iraq and Afghanistan.)

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Picture it and write with ermilia. Write a  paragraph of fiction or a poem to accompany the image. Anyone who wants to join in is welcome. Post a link to your story in their comments.

Friday Fictioneers 8/31 – via Madison Woods

Turbulence

When the “FASTEN SEAT BELT” sign lit up Gramps helped him tighten the buckle.

“Are we almost there Gramps”?

“Yes, we’ll be landing soon.  Sit here and keep your seat belt on. I’m going to use the bathroom.”

As soon as Gramps disappeared from sight the plane flew into a wall of clouds.  The plane shook and rocked violently. Suddenly it dropped like it was falling out of the sky.

He was terrified but when Gramps returned he laughed at the bewildered look on his face.

“Are you OK Gramps?”

“Tommy don’t ever try to pee in turbulence!”

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(word count 100)

This is my post for this week. Your comment and feedback is most welcome.

Photo by Stacy Plowright – “Clouds in Toronto”

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Every Wednesday visit Madison Wood’ssite to see the picture prompt for the week’s 100-word writing challenge. Write a 100-word story or poem that’s inspired by the picture. Post the writing on your blog.  On Friday post a link to your blog entry in the comments section of her Friday Fictioneers post.

Friday Fictioneers 7/20 – via Madison Woods

She was a woman torn between love and logic. In the aftermath of breaking her engagement, doubts and regrets plagued her. What seemed to be such a well-thought out decision at the time had become a torturous emotional crisis.  She missed him more than she ever imagined she would.

She felt like the woman in Robert Frost’s poem Wild Grapes. Intellectualizing a future without him was easy, but she wasn’t sure if she was emotionally prepared to leave him behind.  If she had known how much pain leaving him would cause she would have been wiser and followed her heart.

(word count 101)

This is my post for this week. Your comment and feedback is welcome.

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Wild Grapes by Robert Frost

“I had not learned to let go with the hands,

As still I have not learned to with the heart,

And have no wish to with the heart-nor need,

That I can see. The mind-is not the heart.

I may yet live, as I know others live,

To wish in vain to let go with the mind-

Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me

That I need learn to let go with the heart.”



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Every Wednesday visit Madison Wood’s site to see the picture prompt for the week’s 100-word writing challenge. Write a 100-word story or poem that’s inspired by the picture. Post the writing on your blog.  On Friday post a link to your blog entry in the comments section of her Friday Fictioneers post.

Picture It Fiction #34

My Isabella

The first time he saw Isabella was a moment he would never forget.  As he placidly sat at his favorite piazza sipping his usual evening cappuccino, his thoughts were focused on the days events.  In the dim light, memories flowed onto the page with profound detail, preserving for a lifetime the many wonders of Rome that had captivated him that day.  Looking up he saw a woman staring at him, calmly waiting to be noticed…a beautiful woman with dark, dancing eyes and inviting lips.  Their eyes met and he smiled, knowing something exciting was about to happen that could change his life forever.

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Picture it and write with ermilia. Write a  paragraph of fiction to accompany the image.
Or, it can be a poem. Anyone who wants to join in is welcome. Post a link to your story in their comments.

Friday Fictioneers 7/13 – via Madison Woods

The Vulture Ruler

Guardian of knowledge

Fitful masked imposter

Master of generous insistence

Initiator of a frustrated mind

Urgently and beyond reason

Manifest the poison of doubt

Fill the inner monster’s cup

Prey on stumbling indecision

Trust the villain’s beastly vision

Praise the tortured serpent’s plight

Feed an aimless panicked ego

Claim the skeptic’s empty shadow

Haunt a withered broken heart

Blur all truth as heresy

Until belief cannot be seen

Buzzards nested on barren limbs

Swoop to feast on cold remains

Fallen soldiers bloody, maimed

Hunger for truth to explain

The final crush of a devil’s reign

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This is my post for this week…. Your feedback and comments are welcome. I’m still working on it so share your ideas if you like.

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Every Wednesday visit Madison Wood’s site to see the picture prompt for the week’s 100-word writing challenge. Write a 100-word story or poem that’s inspired by the picture. Post the writing on your blog. On Friday post a link to your blog entry in the comments section of her Friday Fictioneers post.

Friday Fictioneers 6/29 – via Madison Woods

Liz patiently watered the raspberry bushes that she lovingly nurtured each summer.  They had grown to five feet tall and were bearing fruit that had to be picked daily.

Raspberry season was one of Liz’s favorite times as a child.  Her grandfather’s trellised vines were twice her height.  Each morning she and her grandmother filled a bucket with ripe berries. It was her job to pick from the bottom.

After blessing the harvest they would eat a bowl of raspberries covered in thick cream.  Today Liz wanted to prepare her grandmother’s favorite dessert for her granddaughter, raspberries and pound cake.

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Every Wednesday visit Madison Wood’s site to see the picture prompt for the week’s 100-word writing challenge. Write a 100-word story or poem that’s inspired by the picture. Post the writing on your blog. On Friday post a link to your blog entry in the comments section of her Friday Fictioneers post.

This is my post for this week…. Your feedback and comments are welcome.

Friday Fictioneers 6/22 – via Madison Woods

-Tiny Wonders

Fragile, delicate, unconfined, she pauses to rest her weary mind.     The gentle sound of water against rock is soothing in the unfamiliar landscape.  Giggling, she dips her tiny feet in the cool water.  Timidly moving between the rocks, she’s careful not to slip and fall.  Her curiosity is awakened by something hovering near a rock.

“Look mama. What is it?”

-“I think it’s a dragonfly honey.”

“It doesn’t look like a dragon. Can dragons fly?”

-“If a dragon has wings it can fly.”

“Oh, the dragon is flying away.”

-“Wave good-bye and then we’ll go home.”

“OK, bye dragonfly.”

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Every Wednesday visit Madison Wood’s site to see the picture prompt for the week’s 100-word writing challenge.  Write a 100-word story or poem that’s inspired by the picture.  Post the writing on your blog.  On Friday post a link to your blog entry in the comments section of her Friday Fictioneers post.

This is my post for this week…. Your feedback and comments are welcome.

Friday Fictioneers 6/15 – via Madison Woods

Every Wednesday visit Madison Wood’s site to see the picture prompt for the week’s 100-word writing challenge.  Write a 100-word story or poem that’s inspired by the picture.  Post the writing on your blog.  On Friday post a link to your blog entry in the comments section of her Friday Fictioneers post.

This is my post for this week…. Your feedback and comments are welcome.

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The two women walked along the trail to the lake in silence. They were both dwelling on the strange turn of events last night.  Neither had ever spent a weekend away without their husband, but they knew they’d be safe at the cabin by themselves.  This weekend was planned as an innocuous escape from the burnout they were feeling.  Surrounded by the serene beauty of nature they sought freedom from a chaotic life.

“Should we tell them Meg?”

-“No, I don’t think so.”

They giggled and walked hand in hand as lovers do, along their chosen path.

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