Cold Pizza for Breakfast (flash fiction)




Cold Pizza for Breakfast


“Morning!” Astrid said kissing me on the cheek, and then the lips.

There was an hour before work. I got up and wandered into the kitchen. I hadn’t eaten much and was feeling ravenous. Fortunately my fridge was full of pizza. I grabbed a large wedge and began stuffing it into my mouth. Astrid followed me into the kitchen. She was frowning.

“You’re having cold pizza for breakfast Melissa?” She asked surprised. I shrugged my shoulders and kept eating.

“I don’t care.” I answered with a full mouth. “I’m hungry and I love cold pizza.”

“Obviously.” She replied unimpressed.


Joanne Fisher


This is an excerpt from my novel My Life in Darkness. Having pizza as a prompt made me think of this. Honestly, like Melissa, I love cold pizza directly out of the fridge.


This weeks prompt was pizza provided by the Carrot Ranch April 2 Flash Fiction Challenge.


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What to do? (thoughts)



Today is Day Eight of the Lockdown here. Being an introvert and a homebody I thought having to stay at home for at least a month would be no problem for me. However what I didn’t consider was that everyone else would be at home too.

I currently live in a small house with two other adults, one of whom is working from home now and has set up a workstation in the living room and can often be heard talking loudly on the phone to clients all day. My bedroom is also only a few metres away from the neighbours backyard and they love going into their backyard to argue/talk loudly with each other, or play loud music, or make other random loud noises. So during the day I now have a lot of noise around me and because of this I’m finding it hard to write anything. When I’m unable to write I often fall into a deep depression, as I seem to be doing now.  A couple of days ago I was trying to write a new Jess and Cindy story, but I had to abandon it due to the noise coming from next door.

Another problem is that unlike the last place I lived in I can’t seem to find a decent workspace. I had plans to do a final edit of My Life in Darkness, and also begin work on a new novel, but I just don’t seem to have any place where I can focus on them.

All this is making me feel depressed, irritable, and grumpy, and I’m not sure what I can do. At least my physical health is good, and I know I should be thankful for that. I know a lot of people in the world are dying from Covid-19 and I find that hard to deal with. The sheer immensity of it is frightening and very scary. I’ve been trying to use this blog lately to help take people’s minds off it for a while, but it’s hard to keep the world out even when you’re writing fiction.

I have also thought about taking a break from blogging, but this blog is often what’s keeping me alive and if I let it go I’m not sure what will happen to me. It keeps me creative and focused. I like blogging, but I also know I’m not a big success with it. The viewing numbers have been steadily falling since October, and I know this year part of it is due to the virus, but I do feel like I’m making less of an impact with it these days. It does sometimes make me wonder if I should be doing something else with my time.

I’ll do my best to keep this blog going for the meantime. It may change focus however. If I’m not able to write fiction I may just start writing articles as I do have quite a few ideas for them, and this is what I wrote when I first began blogging.

Anyway, I hope you’re all well and safe. I know we will eventually get through this difficult time.

Kia kaha.





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My Turn (flash fiction)

Shivan Dragon by Melissa A. Benson


My Turn


“My dragon attacks you for five points of damage.” I say tapping the card before me. I then tap all my mountains for red mana. “The dragon also breathes on you for a further eight points of fire damage.” Just after I say this, my opponent is suddenly engulfed in flames. Eventually it subsides and he sits there smouldering covered in burns.

“My turn!” he announces grinning deviously.  I look down at the horde of zombies he has acquired. All of them looking hungry. This was going to hurt.

This new reality version of the game had no winners….


Joanne Fisher


Just thought I would let my geek flag fly… When the Carrot Ranch prompt was tapping I immediately thought of Magic The Gathering. In the end I also wrote another piece that used the prompt and opted to post that one instead because I thought it was better and I wasn’t sure people would get this one. Having reread it, I thought why not finally publish it?


The current news here in New Zealand: today is day six of the lockdown. So far there are 647 people here who have Covid-19 and one death.


This was written with the prompt tapping provided by the Carrot Ranch March 12 Flash Fiction Challenge.


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Taking Charge (flash fiction)



Taking Charge


The explosion tore through the starship. Trisha struggled through the wreckage to access the bridge. Once there, she found most of the crew were either dead or injured. Pushing the Captain away, she checked the starship’s diagnostics and managed to reroute all remaining power to the shields, life support and whatever drive systems still worked so all the crew still left could survive. Thankfully she found the controls were still responsive. She piloted the ship away heading for neutral space.  The enemy starships held their fire allowing the crippled starship to limp off. Trisha breathed a sigh of relief.


Joanne Fisher


This was written with the prompt about a character who takes charge provided by the Carrot Ranch March 26 Flash Fiction Challenge.



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The Door of Time (flash fiction)

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The Door of Time


It was on the day Sylvia returned from her grandmother’s funeral that she found a tall man in a dark suit standing in her home.

“Excuse me, what are you doing in my living room?” She asked the stranger who stood there resolutely.

“Your grandmother wanted you to have this.” He held an old key in his hand.

“What’s it for?” Sylvia asked him, surprised.

“It’s a key to the Door of Time.” He stated. Sylvia frowned. Was this man for real?

“The Door of Time? That sounds portentous.”

“It’s the door that secures the time-stream in this world. There are creatures that live beyond Time always wanting to gain access to this dimension. Should they do so, they will do irrevocable harm to the Space-Time continuum. The Door of Time here stops them from entering the weak point in this world. You are now its guardian.”

“Why is it a door? Why not a Gate or a Bead-Curtain of Time?” Sylvia asked sarcastically.

“It’s always a door.” The man replied holding the key out to her. She snatched it from him.

Thinking back to her childhood, she remembered the door upstairs in her grandmother’s house that was always locked. She always wondered what was behind that door. Whenever she asked her grandmother about it, her grandmother always told her that that door should never be opened. It always made her more curious about what it led to. And now her grandmother had left her the key to it.

A few days later she went to her grandmother’s house, which was now hers, and she immediately climbed the stairs that led to the door. Without a moments thought she put the key into keyhole and unlocked it. Even her grandmother hadn’t seen the black rotten heart that lay within Sylvia. Now she was finally going to see what was beyond the door…


Joanne Fisher


Word count: 312


This was written with the photo prompt provided by Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: 2020: Week #13. I’m 112 words over the limit. Sorry about that.



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Saving Reality (flash fiction)


Saving Reality


The Doctor emerged from the TARDIS with Sarah-Jane following closely. He adjusted his long scarf.

“Where are we Doctor?” Sarah-Jane asked.

“The planet Skramnaw.”

“It looks a lot like Earth.” Sarah-Jane remarked.

“Yes it does.” The Doctor agreed.

‘What are we doing here?”

“I followed The Master here. I’m worried he wants to Pull the Plug.” The Doctor answered mysteriously.

“Pull the Plug?”

“You see that giant plug? Legend has it that if the plug is removed then what’s down there will swallow the Universe.” The Doctor revealed.

“Why would he want to do that?” Sarah-Jane asked surprised.

“He’s probably just curious.”

“Curious?” The Doctor turned to her smiling.

“Well it’s never been removed before, so no one really knows if it’s true.”

The Doctor scanned the crowd and saw The Master was buying an ice cream. The Doctor reflected that Skramnaw was also well-known for it’s ice cream.


Joanne Fisher


Word Count: 149


I’m watching way too much Doctor Who at the moment, it’s begun invading my fiction. This time it’s the Fourth Doctor.


This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #72.



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The High Castle (poem)



The High Castle



the world is silent now


once something sang

in the branches of the dying tree


it had a name

they all had names


there were names for everything

I cannot remember them


the older I get the less sure I am of anything

all I see is my world falling into darkness


stomping around the empty halls

with a festering wound that will not heal


I wish I could die



I wish I could die




the world has seen

alpha & omega


life still clings to this rock

let go


let go let go let go let go let go let go

before it all


happens again




long ago there was a vision –


a golden chalice

healing the old wounds

of the decayed earth


I do not know if it was meant for me


some days I sit beside the river

choked with dry weeds

watching a fading sun slowly descend


the trees scratching the dead sky

with bony fingers


hoping to see

a stranger

holding aloft

the golden cup


until then, I wait




the vortex

face the fury

& burn



Joanne Fisher



Like Drought Rhythms this is one of my apocalyptic poems. It is based heavily on the Fisher King myth. The narrator has gone slightly insane…



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