Painting by Kimber Mallett
I will not scream. I will not scream. I will not scream. I will not scream. I will not scream. I will not scream. I will not scream. I will not scream. I will not scream. I. Will. Not. Scream.
It was so quiet I could hear a shuddering breath being drawn. A hundred eyes stared, filled with a multitude of variations on worried surprise and gleeful disgust.
Damn. It hadn’t worked.
I shut my eyes against the warm orange glow of the candle I just light. I remember eating cinnamon and sugar apple slices, playing games of pool, and gardening. His kind eyes and easy smile. How big he seemed to me then. My tears sizzle in the wick’s flame and I inhale a shaky breath. I need to remember the memories I tell myself… as I prepare to say goodbye.
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Just last week I lost my adopted Grandpa, Lloyd. I loved that my neighbors treated me like their very own grandchild, and I loved them. Losing him is like losing a part of my childhood. I will always remember you Grandpa Lloyd and what you meant to me!
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Okay now on to something less weepy. Like this prompt! This is a fabulous prompt from Julia over at 100 word challenge for grown ups, here is the link.
Be sure to head over there to read the rest of the flash fictions using this prompt.
Had it been five years or 500? Not that it mattered anymore. The days no longer held meaning blurring into one never ending nightmare. Nothing changed and everything changed. My curse? To remain frozen in place as the world around me moved ever onward. Looking back, perhaps, I could have been slightly less stalwart in my crusade.
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This is a 100WCGU. The prompt was the picture only and the rules are stay within 100 words. To post your own story for this picture follow this link.
Shadowy gusts rattle lonely brittle leaves.
Creeping darkness presses in upon me.
Rigid Jack-o-lantern stares fill my sight.
Each echoed footstep intensifies my fear.
As his breath moistened my neck.
My knees buckle and I finally…
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I recently saw a six word story challenge on Leigh’s Wordsmithery. It involved telling a Halloween story scary, funny, or other in only six words. Building upon this already difficult challenge of sixes I set out to tell a Halloween story in 6-6-6 format.
6 sentences
6 words per sentence
6 sentences must spell out the final 6 letter word of the tale, using the first letter of each sentence.
It took me just over 24 hours but here you go…I hope you enjoy it 🙂
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The crisp air steamed above the fine porcelain in delicate curls as Lena raised her cup. Pausing, she inhaled the warmth rather than blowing it away, savoring the spicy aroma of her tea. Face half hidden behind the rim Lena watched the morning pass by, wearily, with cocked eyebrow. To the world she might be an enigma, but beneath her air of mystery was the smile, which while slightly less than demure was Lena’s alone.Â
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Here’s to smiling over secrets and slyly drinking piping hot coffee, tea, or chocolate 😀
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This is a 100 word challenge with the prompt …the smile…
The challenge is open till Sunday. Follow the link to leave your flash fiction or just to enjoy what others have written
The flash of the red lights and the feedback from an ancient PA system filled the small windowless room Jane waited in with 20 or so strangers.
“At our signal please prepare yourselves.”
The disembodied voice, harsh and metallic, cut away as suddenly as it had began. There was no useful information to be gleaned, but still Jane found herself asking the nearest stranger. “Prepare ourselves for what?”
“Hell if I know,” he replied with a shrug.
“But what’s the prompt?”
Jane never heard his answer, and as she moved towards a bright light she guessed it wouldn’t have mattered even if she had.
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This is a one hundred word challenge for grown ups prompt. You get 100 words plus the prompt…but what’s the prompt…you have until the 29th.
Thanks to Julia at 100WCGU
When the night demons visit…
They light bonfires which bind the eyes and lengthen the shadows.
They cackle and chant over cracked bones and things better left unnamed.
And as the world waits…
The creatures of the dark start their stirring while the ones in the deep strain to hear their master’s words.
But fear not sweet child…
For when the night demons visit the dream riders rally.
And they carry quivers filled with hope, swords gleaming with wonder, and war horns that sound of peace.
So sleep deep and easy my sweetling you are well looked after.
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Not sure if this would reassure a child or freak them out more *shrug* But I hope you liked it. I was trying to take a nursery rhyme approach, although this rings of the Brothers Grimm more so than of Mother Goose 🙂
This is a 100 word challenge for grown ups (100WCGU) prompt.
The rules were: no more than 100 words plus the 5 word prompt when the night demons visit
For more info or works of flash fiction using this prompt click here.
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She closed her eyes tight, and held her breath. In her mind’s eye Lexi saw the hand in hand strolls, the reddish-orange of sunrise over the rim of demitasses, and the tiny champagne bubbles just after a wedding toast. A wet plunk called her from her memories. Lexi turned and looked for the coin she had just tossed into the fountain blinking away her tears. If only we had tossed the last one in together, she thought, maybe Tim would be here too. Lexi never saw, but as the sun sparkled on the water a heads up silver dollar flashed…and for a second he was.
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This piece of flash fiction is based off a prompt on 100 word challenge for adults. Follow the link for the prompt and guidelines.
I despise being lied to, and for 167 days my roommate did nothing but lie.
“Did you see my leftover Chinese?”
“You finished that on Tuesday, right?”
“How about the better half of my birthday cake?”
“You must have eaten more than you thought.”
I consider myself to be a giving person, but this exceeds my generosity limit. So, I added colloidal silver to every single leftover. It’s been 137 days, and my lying roommate has no choice but to go as Papa Smurf this Halloween due to his “unexplainable allergic reaction”. Turns out revenge is a dish best served blue.
This man's skin has turned blue from using colloidal silver
This flash fiction comes from the prompt …silver… from Julia at 100 word challenge for grown ups. You get 100 words plus the prompt, so 101. The link to submit is here and will be open until Monday Oct. 28th.
She was a beaut shining like so much chromed silver, sitting there on her four white walled wheels. Nothing automatic about her, she wasn’t some gussied up remodel, she was a classic. Handled like a dream on corners too, even named her after the first girl I took for a ride. God was Betty a scream and a mess, not that you could tell now… that was half the magic of stainless steel.
Antique Gurney
This flash fiction comes from the prompt …silver… from Julia at 100 word challenge for grown ups. You get 100 words plus the prompt, so 101. The link to submit is here and will be open until Monday Oct. 28th.
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