Beautifully ugly

Dress: £50 from Dorothy Perkins

Shoes: £18 from Next

Coat: £50 from River Island

Jewellery: £20 from New look

Perfume: Chanel No 5 (a gift from dad)

Total: £138

She walked through the door all poised and calm. Her name was Twin A. She asked how my day had been and wished me a lovely night. I held her coat as delicately as she had treated my position.

Dress: £50 from House of Frasier

Shoes: £20 from Next

Coat: £60 from M & S

Jewellery: £20 from New look

Perfume: Carolina Herrera (gift from dad)

Total: £150

She walked through the door all poised and calm. Her name was Twin B. She gave me her coat, and walked through to the other guests. I held her coat as impersonally as she treated me. 

It’s as ma said, “we’re all the same, the heart is all that makes us different. It don’t matter what you wear, or where you sleep, with a bit of cash you might find yourself a happy neighbour to professor Higgins.”

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Written for Flash fiction for aspiring writers challenge. Hope it makes sense. Click on the link to read other stories and on this link to join in.

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Silenced

She gave her consent/ I am not entirely sure about this, could you give me a minute?

Did you at any point get a verbal consent?/ He won’t let me think, he kept shoving the advantages and signature page at me.

Your honour by signing the document, she said yes./ I thought if I signed he would leave me alone and my katie would sort it out later.

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Written for Sonya’s Three line tales and Daily prompt Juxtapose.

Photo by Julian Lozano

Ebbing and flowing

Colour me black, colour me white; colour me yellow with sprinkles of pink.

Colour me bright with an array of sparkles

It taints not the grey within, Eeyore has nothing on me,  I smile, bright as the sun.

Take two: 

Beyond the mount the gods arise to the sound of Cilo and her sisters,

Soaking in nectar, sipping ambrosia, they summon the stars to adorn their paths, like light through a prism they shine in glory.

Olympus, I long for thee, let me feast on thy beauty alone.

Take three:

We shall build a tower up to the gods, we shall adorn the towers brightly, the gods shall smile in delight.

Nay, we shall cover it in ashes, the gods shall bark and rave.

Aye, we shall cover them in both, the gods shall applaud our wisdom, for such is the tide  of life they bid  us live.

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Written for Sonya’s three line tales week 119.

Middle picture by Oneisha Lee.

 

 

 

 

Eyes on the money.

Congratulations Andy, never doubted your abilities for minute,

WELCOME back to the team.

“I’m sure you didn’t, too busy celebrating my ‘unexpected’ professional demise, were you?

……..

Screeching tyres; there’s more than one way to skin a cat.

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Written for three line tales challenge.

Host: Sonya.

Image: Alexandre Boucher

 

Party time

Hi,

You’re officially invited to the optical illusion masquerade. 

You’re advised to come in a costume befitting the idea of a distorted continuum. 

Epsilon will be dressed as the mad hatter.

Zeta will be coming as the March hare.

Omicron will be coming as Time.

Rho and Sigma will be the dumb twins (as per usual)

Upsilon will be there ever on time as the white rabbit.

I have taken time to explain this, please try to be a better alpha this time

granted Alice should be a bit confused but being totally clueless isn’t acceptable. 

xxx

Upsilon

Ted Strutz

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Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely Ted Strutz 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.

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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.

 

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.

Copyright Sandra Crook.

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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.

 

 

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.

Copyright Vijaya Sundaram

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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.

Indigo

Indigo ’92. My boat moored at the pier, meters away from the bridge.

I named it after my girlfriend. She was a rare beauty, I mean both the boat and my lady.

I don’t do things in half’s, I demand the best at all times.

Blond hair, bold blue eyes and a surfboard belly, steady on land, smooth on the sea. I mean the girl, not the boat. My Indigo.

‘Honey did you put enough ice in the bucket, you know I like my wine quite chilled.’

‘Sure did babe.’

The last drops trickled down his throat as she vanished.

Copyright George Koch

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Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by George Koch, 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.

Open Friday night

Everyone, I mean everyone loves open night Fridays at Funky munky pub.

It’s something to look forward to, loud music, pure unadulterated ale, lovely ladies with no strings attached. Different shapes and sizes to please everyone’s appetite. 

There was no need for prolonged chats or engaging conversations to source out a prime partner, everything is said with a sly look here and a hand rub there. Effective communication and satisfaction guaranteed.

I asked for Nicola next Open Friday night, no one answered.

But I couldn’t shake Nicola’s sultry eyes, so I pressed further. Frankie said she was in the chimney. That wasn’t any better, so I asked about the other girls he said they were in the recycle, they hadn’t tried to make personal contact with the client. He said to relax the green blinds were up on the left window so we would get fresh stock tonight.

Open Friday nights were spectacular, the preserve of Funky munky  patrons. No one gets to know.

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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 TJ Paris (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.