My babies

Ruins - © 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Where did they go? Which way did they take them? Please tell me where they took my darlings to, somebody please help!” The high-pitched voice screeches through the night.

“They raided our beautiful home, killed my darling Alfred right before my eyes. But my babies, my darling children the barbarians took them from me, I pleaded with them but to no avail,” She continues wailing in agony.

“I was left half dead, fodder for the wild animals; I swear I’ll not rest until the last seed of the barbarian is destroyed,” she says in a cold blood curdling voice disappearing into the night sky.

A mysterious high-pitched hiss like that of a feral cat rents the night air at that precise moment Mweehissssss!

The kid’s around the campfire jump in fright, some cried and some laughed afterwards. It was only fitting to tell a spooky ghost story whilst camped close to the ruins.


Written by Chioma I.N

In response to the mondaysfinishthestory flash fiction challenge hosted by Barbara. The picture and the first sentence are provided and you have to complete the story in 100- 150 words. Click on the link to read others stories.

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Last words

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

“The team employed the use of Nightshade to get the information they wanted from their captive. Does anyone know why ?” Professor Hubert asked.

A deafening silence echoed throughout the auditorium. Some students met his gaze, others buried their head’s intent on avoiding it whilst others looked plain bored; she was one of those.

“The nightshade is a member of the plant family Solanaceae. The deadly nightshade/belladonna is the most poisonous, which is what the text refers to,” the professor continued.

“Symptoms of poisoning include redness in the face, dry mouth, difficulty in swallowing and speaking, blurred vision from the dilated pupil, cardiac arrhythmia’s, drowsiness, hallucinations, delirium, and in the worst case scenarios coma and death might occur …. ,”

Boredom turned to intrigue. His voice faded to the back of her mind as she envisioned a red faced, delirious, hallucinating Whitney; a low dose should do the trick. Taking the toxicology class didn’t seem so bad now.

“… Individual sensitivity makes it possible for a dose to kill one person and not the other…”

Shame Louise didn’t hear the last words.


Written by Chioma I.N

In response to the mondaysfinishthestory flash fiction challenge hosted by Barbara. The picture and the first sentence are provided and you have to complete the story in 100- 150 words. Click on the link to read others stories.

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In plain sight.

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

He thought he found the perfect hiding spot. No one would ever discover his trophies or mission, people tend to overlook things hidden in plain sight. He might have to eventually move them, but for now this would have to do. Tonight was going to be a good night, he could feel the buzz all over. It would be perfect no mistakes, his tenth trophy would not be tainted.

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He was a beauty, dark haired and doe eyed. A picture of innocence encapsulated in flawless flesh. He had to keep him that way else the world would ruin him. They had enjoyed a home cooked meal together before the little one slept. Now it was time to join the rest. Knowing he had saved another seven-year-old boy from a world filled with abuse made his heart swell with pride. It compensated for the lousy security job at the mall. At this rate he might need a bigger freezer.


Written by Chioma I.N

In response to the mondaysfinishthestory flash fiction challenge hosted by Barbara. The picture and the first sentence are provided and you have to complete the story in 100- 150 words. Click on the link to read others stories.

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Just a story.

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

“The petroglyph’s told the story of an unusual event, it tells of a time in history when an abundant harvest existed in the midst of famine” said Grandpa Ben.

“How can that be grandpa? Isn’t famine supposed to mean there’s no food? Asked eleven-year-old James

“Yes, that’s what it means, but in ….”

“So how can abundance exist with famine, that’s just impossible,” James continued

“Stop being a smarty pant and let grandpa tell the story,” Mikayla interjected.

She didn’t believe grandpa’s story any more than James did, but she understood why it was important for him to share his knowledge with them.

Ben smiled. Pre-teens/teenagers you can never win with them, thank God they still loved spending time with him on holidays.

Truth be told he had no clue what the petroglyph depicted, he was simply juxtaposing Joseph’s story from the Bible on the carving. It seemed befitting, after-all the carving did have animals and plants in it.


Written by Chioma I.N

In response to the mondaysfinishthestory flash fiction challenge hosted by Barbara. The picture and the first sentence are provided and you have to complete the story in 100- 150 words. Click on the link to read others stories.

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Daily angels

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham“Delphine always wanted to pilot her father’s plane and when he forgot his keys on her tenth birthday, she knew that taking off would be easy.”

Now all she had to do was get to the hanger without anyone stopping or following her. Her party was set to start two hours; dad was off to pick her cake from grandmas, mum and aunt Ruby were in the kitchen making party packs. Bruno barked, Delphine smiled.

“Mum, can Bruno have some water?”

“Sure  love, careful not to spill it on your outfit,”

“Someone’s being very helpful and grown up today,” Aunt Ruby chirped in.

Delphine smiled if only she knew. Bowl of water delivered, she skipped happily to the hanger. Door opened – check, pilot seated -check, key in the ignition – check, this was going to be the ride of her life.

“Going somewhere young lady?”

Delphine jumped, “Why do you always show up when I don’t want you to?” she asked angrily.

“Cos daddy’s are guardian angels we learn to love when we become adults,”


Written by Chioma I.N

In response to the mondaysfinishthestory flash fiction challenge hosted by Barbara. The picture and the first sentence are provided and you have to complete the story in 100- 150 words. Click on the link to read others stories.

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Caffeine brain

“The barista shook his head. That hedge couldn’t have moved closer overnight. Could it?”

“Yes it did, two inches forward and three inches to the left. But I’ll protect you if they attack,” Chester said with a smirk refilling the coffee canister.

“I think the heat is doing his head in,” Andy interjected

“You guys stop messing, come to mama Danny. Are you having a caffeine brain meltdown?” Eve cooed. Everyone laugh.

“You lot are totally hopeless, you know that right?”

Door opens and in walks three young ladies dressed in trendy outfits, it was a wonder how they walked straight with eyes and fingers glued to their mobile phones as though mesmerised. The perfect undergrad prototypes.

“Mate can you attend to them, can’t stomach any  stupid jokes or attitude,”

“Hey what’s wrong with a barista/barrister joke between customer and a barman,” Chester asked whilst approaching the ladies.

“A couple of decafes and bad attitude. Thanks Chester,” Danny replied


Written by Chioma I.N

In response to the mondaysfinishthestory flash fiction challenge hosted by Barbara. The picture and the first sentence are provided and you have to complete the story in 100- 150 words. Click on the link to read others stories.

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Suttlemount.

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

“The Mayor and the town manager waved as their next victim approached.”

Hank couldn’t help whistling under his breath; she was really a looker, legs up to her ears just the way he liked them too. He was getting excited.

“Get a grip on your testosterone Hank. We don’t want to spook her now, do we?” Harold whispered under his breath.

“Good day, sorry to bother you, but is the Mayor here? I was told I could find him here,” Mary asked.

“You are looking at him. Welcome to Suttlemount Miss Kersby, I reckon you’re the first beautiful teacher to grace our town,” Harold said turning on the charm.

“Thank you, very much,” Mary replied smiling

“Do sit down, Hank please bring the lady a cold drink,”

Shame it would be her last drink as Miss Kresby, by tomorrow she will be reborn a submissive well-mannered Mrs. …. depending on the highest bid.

Those job adverts were proving very effective.


Written by Chioma I.N

In response to the mondaysfinishthestory flash fiction challenge hosted by Barbara. The picture and the first sentence are provided and you have to complete the story in 100- 150 words. Click on the link to read others stories.

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The progeny

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Hey boys, how ’bout y’all makin’ yer Ma some wind chimes?”

“Ok. It’s official this has to be the worst summer camp ever; seriously making wind chimes for fun? Are you for really?” asked Max

“Men, you have got to be kidding me who says stuff like that? Yo! grandpa get with the times this is the 21st century” Jaden chimed in.

Laughing sarcastically they both swaggered out of the room into the hall way. Their attitude had put a damper over the group and the new coordinator. Everyone felt a bit silly getting involved.

Mr. Edmount smiled, boys like them weren’t a surprise to him. Three sons and two decades of personal experience beneath his belt he had no doubt he would whip them into shape at the end of the week or he wasn’t the director of Camp Enmendar … turning mustangs into noble steeds.


Written by Chioma I.N

In response to the mondaysfinishthestory flash fiction challenge hosted by Barbara. The picture and the first sentence are provided and you have to complete the story in 100- 150 words. Click on the link to read others stories.

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The first visit..Encubierto island 2

Hi everyone, this is my contribution to Monday finish the story writing challenge and it is a continuation of a previous story which you can find here. Thank you for stopping by.

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

“At first, it looked like an ordinary marble, but it was far from it.” To me it was just another piece of beautiful marble my Timothy could add to his growing collection. I was oblivious of the potent energy humming within it. 

“Timmy I have a surprise for you”

“Coming grandpa” Timmy replied hopping towards him.

Heads knocked together they admired its exquisite beauty.

“Wow! grandpa it’s amazing. Can I hold it,”

“Sure you can, add it to your growing pile,”

“Thanks grandpa” Timmy replied admiring his latest addition, the excited grin on his face was all the reward I needed for pottering in the garden all day.

That night the marble glowed and Timmy was taken to another world. There he found the most beautiful marble he had ever seen shinier than grandpas. Bending to pick it, Timmy noticed there were everywhere, each more beautiful than the other.

It was the beginning of Timmy’s amazing adventures on Encubierto island.


Written by Chioma I.N

In response to the mondaysfinishthestory flash fiction challenge hosted by Barbara. The picture and the first sentence are provided and you have to complete the story in 100- 150 words. Click on the link to read others stories.

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For honour

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Zeus was not having a good day and he made sure everyone knew it. But his wrath was not his alone, King Meidias was enraged. With a ferocious bark he upturned the banquet table, how had this happen? How had King Odaenathus found his Achilles heel, the one thing he could not forgive.

Odaenathus had lured them in under the guise of a peace treaty banquet. Alas, whilst they feasted his daughter Pericaliya had been defiled by Gallus a slave.

He had known Odaenathus had a treacherous nature, but longing to uphold the oath sworn by their fathers, he had ignored his instincts. Curse his noble heart!

Come tomorrow they would march into war, death would be their fate for Odaenathus’s  army outnumbered his by thousands but to ignore the injustice done him would be to shame his ancestors. Odaenathus could have his lands but never his honour.

Meidias prayed Zeus was angered on his behalf, then he might grant him victory.


In response to the mondaysfinishthestory flash fiction challenge hosted by Barbara. The picture and the first sentence are provided and you have to complete the story in 100- 150 words. Click on the link to read others stories.

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