FF: The Train


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PHOTO PROMPT – © Kent Bonham

I gunned my car into the parking lot and screeched to a halt in the handicapped spot. Racing into the station, I checked the schedule board. Let’s see… Pennsylvania, I needed to get there, quickly. My wife was having her baby!

It never occurred to me that the narrow alleyway I went through led to the train to Transylvania and not Pennsylvania. I dashed into the train, barely making it before the doors closed.

I found a seat, and threw myself down, tired from the dash. Slowly but surely, I looked up to the woman next to me. She had fangs. I looked to the man sitting on my other side. He had fangs. Everyone on the train had fangs and was smiling at me.

== 125 words ==

Thank you, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple, for hosting Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words or less.  Everyone is welcome to participate in Friday Fictioneers by writing your story and connecting it with the blue froggy button below.

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FF: The Train

MLMM: The Revelation


“Would you like a drink?”  There was a tinge of rascal in the old woman’s tone.  I’d been wandering around the woods lost for hours before stumbling upon her cottage.

Tired and hungry, I took the fragrant drink gratefully.  A warmth consumed me — it was a nice warmth.  Soon there were beautiful, eerie multicolored swirls in the air.

The old woman dangled a locket in front of me.  “This holds the secret to your life, but if you open it you will never be the same again.”

I took the locket and opened it.  It was a picture of me, dead in a coffin.  “I don’t understand.  Will I die?”  I slurred, a bit tipsy.

“No, you’re already dead.  You died in an operation 10 years ago.  Everything in your world has been and will be a dream for the rest of eternity.  There is no exit.”  The old woman cackled and cackled.

This was good news.  That meant all of my problems were just a dream.  I could ignore work and bills and tell all of the idiots in my life to go to hell.  I could just accept the joyful, happy things in this… dream.  I didn’t mind spending eternity here at all.  I thanked her and left as she continued to cackle.

After she left, the old woman picked up her cat and kissed her, “We did it again, Pumpkin!  That lady thinks she’s dead!”  She almost dropped the cat as she fell on the floor laughing.

== 250 words ==


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MLMM: The Revelation

PiaW: Hell


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Photo Credit: Unknown

He peeked out his window. Everyone had warned him not to do it, but his curiosity about the scurrying sounds got the best of him. Feet scampered and wings flapped in the alleyway.

Before he knew it, claws were grabbing him, and he was plunging, plunging, into pure darkness and evil. His breath caught in his throat. Red eyes and cold, wet, unearthly bodies were all around him as he fell.

He couldn’t hear a woman scream and the window slam behind him. “I told him not to look out,” a woman sobbed. “But I couldn’t explain why. After all, what would a 4-year-old child know about hell?”

== 110 words ==

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PiaW: Hell

FF: The Snack


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PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“Bernie, a snack,” he commanded the robot.

“Yes, Master,” Bernie droned. He opened the back door and let off a torpedo from the side of his hovercraft.  A scream and a disconnected arm appeared.

Bernie picked up the arm and then hovered back into the living room.

“Thank you, Bernie.”

“Yes master.”

Master’s flesh oozed as he reached for the arm. Dead meat hung off of his face as he chomped and slurped. One day humans would become extinct – at the rate they were getting killed – then there would be a food shortage. Oh well.

== 95 words ==

Thank you, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple, for hosting Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words or less.  Everyone is welcome to participate in Friday Fictioneers by writing your story and connecting it with the blue froggy button below.

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FF: The Snack

MLMM: Red Shoes


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Photo Credit – Zwobel

I was so in love with her. She wore dark red shoes and matching lipstick that was mmm amazingly sexy.

Her laugh made me blush, she was so incredibly beautiful. I knew right then and there that she was the one I had always wanted and would always want for the rest of my life.  I knew she felt the same way about me.

My heart swelled with love for her. I wanted to marry her, have lots of kids, a huge house, a dog, and an SUV.

Then I awoke.  The heat was overbearing through the plastic curtains covering my window.  I was a 40-year-old single man who owned just a bicycle for transportation.  Imprisoned in small-town America and working two jobs, I had no romantic prospects. Despair and sleep were my only friends.

== 138 words ==


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MLMM: Red Shoes

PiaW: The Beauty


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—Sculpture by Mark Newman

Had there been whisperings?

Her beauty was beyond description, and eyes followed her wherever she went. At 19 years old, she was at the height of her youth and the unlimited potential of it. The whole world was in her hands.  She seemed so pure and innocent.

She could smell the wild tulips.  They filled her with delight. The breeze felt cool against her skin. She sat back against a tree trunk, raising her face to the sun.  She laughed, a laugh so full of mirth that even the squirrels stopped to smile.

How can it possibly be that this beautiful creature with her entire life ahead of her is now dead from an overdose?

==116 words==

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PiaW: The Beauty

MLMM: The Student Wizard


Photo Credit: http://www.hikepyrenees.co.uk/blog/2010/02/21/the-dolmen-of-santa-elena/
Photo Credit: Santa Elena Dolmen

Master walks into the sacred circle by the dolmen. Jenny looks up from her meditation, “Morning, Master.”

“Jenny, I want you to do something for me.” Master takes his wizard hat off, scratches his head, then puts it back on.

“Your wish is my command, Master.” Jenny bows deeply in reverence.

“Save the Universe.”

“Wha… How?” Jenny stands up, cocking her head at him in a question mark.

“I dunno, I’m the Master, you’re the student. I give the orders, you solve the problem.”

“Oh, ok, no problem, Master.”

“Here’s a map of the Universe.”

She stares at the map, turning it around and flipping it over, then raises a finger. “Um… Where’s the ‘You Are Here'”?

== 117 words==


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MLMM: The Student Wizard

SPP: The Game


Photo Credit:  Garry Armstrong
Photo Credit: Garry Armstrong

Harriet turned to Susan, “I can’t BELIEVE he said that to her!”

Susan shook her head sadly, “Me neither, sister, me neither.”

“I KNOW he’s cheating on her! Jesus Christ, everyone knows that.” Harriet was fuming, and her hands balled up in fists as she cried, “I’m never going to watch any of his movies ever again!”

“Very true,” Susan said thoughtfully, and then wagged her finger at Harriet. “But she’s not innocent either, though, I can tell you THAT. Remember three years ago when…”

Barry kept watching the game. It was a pretty crazy-good game, and he was glad he’d come. Still, it was too bad he couldn’t hear anything, though, since he was wearing earplugs.

–118 words–


Thank you to Marilyn Armstrong for sponsoring Serendipitous Photo Prompt #8 . We are asked to write a story without boundaries to her prompt (or anything else of our own fancy).

SPP: The Game

FFfAW: The Picture


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Photo credit: ©Ellespeth’s Friend

I took the picture from the drawer.  They looked like just some schoolboys, without a care in the world.  “Did they grow up on the streets?”  I wondered.

Every single one of these boys was gifted, though, specially chosen to study at a distinguished university.  They all went on to be prestigious doctors, lawyers, and researchers.

… except one.  He became an ordinary street cleaner.

Dad now gone, I put the photo in my wallet.  I would find this man, thank him, and learn his story.

You see, 15 years after this photo was taken and three years before I was born, the quick thinking and courage of this seemingly insignificant person saved my father’s life in a freak river accident.

==120 words==


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FFfAW: The Picture

PiaW: The Evening Call


Treppe zum Bergfried von Altweilnau ©2005-2015 Kaeros-Stock
Treppe zum Bergfried von Altweilnau
©2005-2015 Kaeros-Stock

She stepped out onto the grating and looked down. The drop was three floors. “How easy it would be to end it all right here,” she thought to herself. “No more problems, no worries, no pain, forever at peace…”

She looked up. The last of the sunset was peaking out through a curtain of cumulus clouds, beckoning her.

The sky was soooo beautiful, more beautiful than she had ever seen it. She took a deep breath, embracing the cool, fresh, and healing air.  An owl called to her in the distance.

She turned and went back inside. Tomorrow maybe.

— 98 words —


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PiaW: The Evening Call