Revisiting (flash fiction)


Karin opened the door and walked into the house. She turned to look at Janelle.

“Come in.” she said smiling. Janelle walked in looking puzzled..

“It’s like I’ve been here before. It seems so familiar.” Janelle said confused.

“Look at me.” Karin commanded. Janelle looked at her and then stood transfixed. Soon Karin would feed from Janelle and erase her memory, again. Hopefully this time Janelle would forget everything, otherwise Karin might have to drain her completely next time.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 79

This was written with the prompt familiar provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #238.

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The Pig Farm (flash fiction)

The Pig Farm

Never trust a man with a pig farm.” Nina remembered her father saying as she knocked. A large man opened the door. He wore coarse-looking clothes and smelt strongly of pig shit and sweat.

“You again!” the man said gruffly. She nodded while holding the back of her hand to her nose in an attempt to block out the smell. With her other hand she passed him an envelope. The man took it and briefly looked through it. “You need a hand little lady?” She gritted her teeth as she nodded again. She hated being called that.

“Sure.” she finally replied. He followed her to the car. She opened the boot, and the two of them lifted the body out. They then walked around the farmhouse carrying the body to where the man kept his pigs. Once the body was thrown into the pigsty, she walked back to her car.

“See you again soon I guess.” the man called out after her as she was leaving.

It was her job to make some people disappear. She didn’t know why they had to disappear, but she had learned not to question it. It was not a job she liked, but it paid well and she turned out to be rather good at it. Besides, if she ever refused it might be her own body being fed to the pigs next. Sometimes the pig farmer offered her some salted pork or even large slabs of bacon, but she always said no. She knew what those pigs ate.

Joanne Fisher

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Mudlarking? (flash fiction)


“There was a flying saucer, then Elvis appeared singing Heartbreak Hotel.”

“Surely Elvis would be really old by now?”

“Maybe aliens stop him from aging.”

“Frozen between performances? Did the others see all this too?”

“No, they were mudlarking.”


“Yes. What do you think?”

“Sadly I believe you think you saw this.”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 52 + prompt

This was written with the prompt mudlark provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #237.

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Cancelled Flight (flash fiction)

Cancelled Flight

Princess Saphielle woke up excitedly. Today she was flying across the Broken Sea to the Kingdom of Strasal on her gold dragon Vanarth. There was a knock on her door. It was her servant, Tialha.

“Your highness Vanarth has dragonpox and cannot fly today.” Tialha informed her.

“What?!” Saphielle exclaimed. She ran to the dragon roost, and sure enough, Vanarth had red spots all over her golden scales.

“You could always fly on Ommyth.” Tialha suggested.

“My life is so terrible!” Saphielle wailed. She wouldn’t look so impressive flying on a silver dragon. The flight would have to wait.

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt cancelled flight provided by the Carrot Ranch November 25 Flash Fiction Challenge.

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Blue (poem)


her eyes were deep blue
that was all I knew
staring into those eyes
and believing her lies
as she bit into my neck
making me a complete wreck
while she drained me dry
leaving me to slowly die

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 38 +,prompt

This was written with the prompt blue provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #236.

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So There! (micro fiction)

So There!

His cycling tour of the alps was going better than expected. Everyone said he was a fool for thinking he could go mountaineering on a bicycle, but it was surprising how determination and sheer bloody-mindedness could get you further than you would think….

Joanne Fisher

I’m not advocating doing this by the way…

This was written with the photo prompt provided by MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie.

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Outlaw (flash fiction)


He was an outlaw. We all knew that. Every time he robbed a rich merchant or some lord, he would come to our village and give us coins, not really to help us, but so we would keep silent. Not that we could say anything anyway. If the authorities knew he was giving us money, then we would be in trouble too. Besides, once the outlaw and his band of cutthroats were in the forest, no one could find them.

Every time the outlaw robbed someone, sure enough the Sheriff and his soldiers would come to our village wanting information, but of course there was nothing to tell them. Sometimes this angered the Sheriff and some of the villagers would be dragged off to his dungeons till they talked, but they couldn’t really tell him anything, and so we would never see them again. We hated the Sheriff and wouldn’t want to help him anyway. Even if we could. All we really wanted was to be left alone, by both sides, so we could tend our fields in peace. Though he gave us coins, we also hated the outlaw for putting us in this position in the first place.

Joanne Fisher

My dad loved Robin Hood stories. I don’t think he would like my take on it though. Just trying to look at the stories another way…

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Fixing the Car? (flash fiction)

Fixing the Car?

“What you doing?” Cindy asked.

“The car won’t start.” Jess told her as she examined the car engine.

“So why not call a mechanic?”

“They’re too expensive. Besides, I fix the tractor regularly.”

“Yes fix it regularly, because it keeps breaking down. Do you even have the right tools?” Cindy asked.

“Of course I do. Anyway I believe it’s fixed, see if you can start it.” Jess suggested. Cindy got in the front seat and turned the key, but nothing happened. “Okay, maybe it’s something else?” Cindy rolled her eyes. What would it take for Jess to admit defeat?

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt tools provided by the Carrot Ranch November 18 Flash Fiction Challenge.

I’ve been ill over the last few days which is why I haven’t been writing much. I’m feeling a bit better tonight and hoping this is going to continue.

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The Passage (flash fiction)

The Passage

Talem was a technician. It was her job to ensure the ship’s systems remained functional. As a child, she used to like visiting the hold to see the frozen bodies. Now as an adult, she seldom visited it, and if she ever did it was to check everything was running smoothly.

She was a middle generation. There were generations before her and there would be generations after her ensuring the ship would continue to slowly move onwards to their new home, a planet Talem would never see. Yet she was essential if her species was going to carry on.

Joanne Fisher

This is my second take on the prompt carry on provided by the Carrot Ranch November 11 Flash Fiction Challenge.

Thanks for the supportive messages from my previous prompt response ❤️

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No Mirrors (flash fiction)

No Mirrors

“Thanks for letting me stay the night. I didn’t know what I would do when I got lost.” she said.

“No problem.” I replied. “We’re happy to help.”

“You’d be surprised by how many people get lost around here and end up at our door.” Helena, my partner, added.

“I was hoping to freshen up, but can’t find any mirrors here, not even in the bathroom. You two girls a couple of vampires or what?” she laughed. We laughed too. She would find that out for real once it was dark and we needed to feed.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 95 + prompt

This was written with the prompt mirror provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #235.

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