Tag: #FlashFiction
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I WAS CALLED
I was visiting a church to take a rubbing, and as I wandered through the aisles, I fell beneath the cross. Not because I had been struck by some Holy visitation, I simply tripped, not paying attention to my feet. As I felt the cold tiles through my clothing, I had to wonder…
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#Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community
Another lovely 99 word challenge: This weeks prompt is “Peering From the Woods” About an hour into the woods, I thought I heard a sound. Just ahead of me, peering through the trees I could see 12 standing stones with a large stone table in the middle. I had never seen these before so…
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#FlashFiction Challenge for the Carrot Ranch Literary Community
This weeks prompt is Suitcase (in 99 words) To some people, I am a simple suitcase, something to put your belongings in to travel. I am lost and Sally cannot find me. I have been in the dark hole of a plane, dropped from the cargo hold and left on the tarmac. You would think…
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#Flash Fiction ‘Footsteps’ #romance
Footsteps My grandmother’s diary took Frank and me to Paris for the first time. I wanted to walk on the West Bank where she had fallen in love and had that wonderful sketch done of her and my grandfather. Hoping to get Frank to sit still long enough, I approached one of the artists,…
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#Flash Fiction 99 word Challenge for the Carrot Ranch Literary Community
“Not All is Lost 99 words” A burning rose lay on the hot desert sand, if not found, I would be next. I lay there beneath the hot sun, waiting to burst into flame, the voices of the Bedouin tribe close by. Hope still beat in my chest that someone would come…
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#WritePhoto ~ Remains #FlashFiction
#Writephoto Remains: The Gift It was early morning and James was trying to work, his pen hovering over the blank sheet of paper as he composed the verse in his mind. His mind wandered, unwilling to focus on the job at hand and he found himself thinking of his daughter instead. Still fragile, but…
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Flash Fiction 99 word Challenge for The Carrot Ranch Literary Community
This weeks prompt was to be about a bat and a bat cave… It is said that an old hermit lived in the old bat cave many moons ago. Children called him the batman, chanting behind him as he roamed the woods for herbs to make his potions. The villagers never worried about the old…