series of misfortunate events

“I think that boat is sinking.”

“No it’s not”

“Hmmm…. are you sure?”

“Well if it is, don’t you think the man sailing it would show some signs of distress? “

“Who knows? He might be suicidal for all we know?”

“And  you might be struggling with an overactive imagination, who knows?”

“Hmmm …. I guess you’re right.”

Sighing, I sit back to enjoy the rest of our visit to the beech in peace. 

Digging into the sand with her toes Elli seemed content to let that happen.

“I think the sand is going to fall on him.”

I should have known it won’t last.

“Why would the sand fall on him?

“Cause it’s all rumbling and scary and his going very close to it.”

“Well it won’t fall on him ….”

“Why?”

“Ahhhhhh, Ellie I don’t know. Perhaps because it hasn’t fallen on anyone before.”

“There’s always a first day for everything, that’s what grandma always says.”

I laughed despite my weariness.


In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph is from the lovely Louise a storytellers abode (interesting photo can’t wait to see all the stories it inspires) and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories. 

 

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Indisputable

There are approximately a hundred and thirty-five squares on that side of the wall. I know what your thinking, boredom does strange things to the human mind. Do I have any options?

And the colour? It doesn’t do much for the imagination does it? On second thought; it reminds me of school lunches and detention hallways. Places designed to forewarn you of life in prison; lukewarm meals and dinge spaces.

His voice jars me from my reverie, it’s gone all pitchy. 

He sounds desperately  innocent.

“I understand Mr Finch …..” I say

Do I believe him? Sure, the walls pink ain’t it?

 


Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely J hardy Carroll, the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.

 

Doused

 

Twinkle twinkle little star, 

how I wonder …. 

No! No, I don’t wonder.

I know what you’re, evil shrink ray that destroyed my cow.

Beautiful Bessie … all because she jumped over your stupid brother moon.

It wasn’t her fault.. it was that flaming old man 

the one who played knick-knack up in heaven.

Said he was going to ask God 

to grant his grandson sleep

Stupid kid who wouldn’t hush

even after they bought him a goat, a cow.

But I hushed him all right.

Twinkle twinkle little star

I’ll douse your flames one day.

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by our lovely host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.

 

Stars in our numbers

One plus one, two.

Two plus two, four.

Three plus three, six.

… a star slowly emerges.

Equal numbers giving rise to something bright.

One plus two, three.

Two plus three, five.

Three plus four, seven.

… cuts of diamonds slowly emerge.

Unequal numbers giving rise to something brilliant.

“Whatever sequence, code or pattern you’re trying to study, write or discover you must remember: the best secrets are kept in plain sight, the simpler they’re the more difficult it is for the human mind to accept.  There are stars in our numbers, there are impurities in our diamond.”

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
Copyright Roger Bultot

Oh well …. what can I say. That’s what came to mind.

Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by Roger Bultot the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.

 

Sewn in

1928

Theddddd-thdddddd-tddd. Stop and straighten. Grandma in the corner making a new cotton bodice for a blossoming teenager.

1952

Theddddd-thdddddd-tddd. Stop and straighten. Mother in the corner making a turtle neck black dress with a slender waistline, a replica of Dior’s design for her teenage daughter.

1982

Snip, snip, snip. Turn the pattern. Me in the corner cutting out the pattern for the schools Christmas fete. 

Thedddddd- thddddd-tddd. Stop and straighten. Four new staff members in the corner sewing away under grandma’s watchful gaze.

Mother in the front room taking new styles and orders.

Father by the bales of cotton pitching perfect materials.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
Copyright Sandra Crook.

Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by Sandra Crook, the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.

 

 

Fixing adventures.

“So are you going to answer my question, and don’t say I don’t want to know, cos if I didn’t I won’t be asking?”

“Fine, I got into fixing tattoos because I wanted to erase my dad’s tattoos, he said they reminded him of all his adventures, so I thought if I took them off he would stay and have new adventures with me, told you it was lame, happy now?”

“It was a sweet thought, not lame at all, how about we start our own adventure?”

three line tales, week 31: tattoos  and sliver rings
Copyright ALEX HOCKETT

Written for Sonya’s TLT – week thirty-one

First time.

The wonder in her eyes sparkled like the fire works above “I can’t believe you planned all this, it’s so beautiful.” Shifting her gaze from the skies to him, she smiled.

Shrugging his shoulder “I wanted tonight to be special.”

“It’s more than special, it’s perfect.”

Sensing her gaze he turned, and in that moment they pulsed in rhythm to the primal tunes of ardor.

Her mind swirled in circles to a whole new world.

His raced in a quest for revenge.

Soon his seed would flood her virgin womb ripping it apart in minutes.

Unsoiled descendants to avenge Komossa’s honor.

PHOTO PROMPT -© Vijayay Sundaram
Copyright Vijaya Sundaram

I have no clue why my mind went down this path …. it just did.

Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by Vijaya Sundaram, the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.

Sketching the mind

“Tracey, would you like to tell me what you see?”

Tracey giggled, shifting on her sit .

“Tracey?”

“There’s a lady standing in the corner wearing red …”

Gently massaging her palms with her fingers “Tracey, I wasn’t referring to ..”

Tracey carried on “… perfect streamlined shape, long arms, and legs that reach up to her ears. A vision in red.”

Smiling patiently “We both know I wasn’t asking you about the mannequin, I want to know what you see when you look in the mirror?”

“I told you there’s nothing wrong with me.”

“And I agree Tracey, but I would still like to know what you see when you look in the mirror?”

“I see a massive lump of flesh, stumpy arms, legs that barely leave the ground and trust me I don’t look good in red, any shape or shade.”

Silence.

“What? Aren’t you going to tell me that I’m wrong? That I am beautiful and the world is a crazy place not me?.”

“No, I’m not. How about we paint some still life today? Your sketches are getting so much better each week. Gretchen says you have a creative mind.”


In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph is from the lovely Iain Kelly (interesting photo can’t wait to see all the stories it inspires) and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories. 

I love you.

I’m going to love you, more for the reasons you don’t expect and less for the reasons you expect.

I’m going to love you, because I promised to give my heart away just once. To fall, grow, stretch and blossom in love just once.

I’m going to love once, not because love can’t happen again but because I hope this once stretches to eternity.

I’m going to love you, ‘cos love is a choice. And on days when that choices makes me giddy, I know it’s simply a dividend of loving you through grouchy days.

I’m going to love you, ‘cos I chose to. And if a day comes when I stop loving you, make no mistake, I choose to stop loving you.

Love is … a choice

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More than a bargain

They signed the deal in a darkened room deep within his house, a trade bound by time but not space.

‘I will be back to collect my dues when the time agreed is come, make no mistake about it.’

‘And I’ll hold up my end of the agreement have no fears, whats more I’ll add a gift, my victims shall comprise of everyone who falsely blames their misfortune on you.’  Snarled Faust.

three line tales, week 30 – pocket watch
Copyright Rachel Crowe

Written for Sonya’s TLT week Thirty.