The Yard Sale (flash fiction)

The Yard Sale

“This is the best yard sale I’ve ever seen! How come everything is so cheap?” the woman asked.

“I’m going overseas, so I need to get rid of everything quickly.” the man answered.

“Well, I’ll take that clock and those shelves for twenty dollars. That okay?”

“Thanks!” the man smiled at her. Suddenly a car pulled up and a man and a woman ran out of it.

“Who are they?”

“Probably the owners!” the man replied while grabbing all the money and running off.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 83 + prompt

This was written with the prompt yard provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #226.

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Rachel’s Cooking Show (flash fiction)

Rachel’s Cooking Show

“Welcome back.” Rachel said smiling at the camera. “Today I’m making my no fail chocolate cake. In the last segment I mixed the cocoa, flour, and baking powder. Now I’m going to cream the butter and sugar. A microwave is good for softening the butter, but make sure you don’t melt it…”

They looked at her through the glass window.

“What do you suppose she’s doing?” asked one,

“She thinks she’s hosting a cooking show. A rather unfortunate case.” the other said, as they watched her beating an imaginary bowl. They then moved on to observe the next patient.

Joanne Fisher

When I’m cooking I sometimes like to pretend I’m hosting a cooking show, but maybe I’m not where I think I am…

This was written with the prompt about a cooking show provided by the Carrot Ranch September 9 Flash Fiction Challenge.

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Newspapers (flash fiction)


“What’s that you’re reading?”

“A newspaper.”

“What, you printed one out?”

“No I bought it from down the street from the newsagents.”

“You bought it?”

“Yes, newspapers were in print a long time before they ever appeared online, and still are in print.”

“Wow. So how does it update?”

“It doesn’t. There’s a new edition printed every morning, though some print an updated edition later in the day.”


Joanne Fisher

Word count: 68 + prompt

This was written with the prompt newspaper provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #225.

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An Unexpected Guest (flash fiction)

An Unexpected Guest

“My name is Gruu’nuh. I wish to look pretty and go to prom.” Gruu’nuh announced after emerging out of a portal in Samantha’s bedroom floor. Samantha was going to say that prom was for students and guests only, but she looked up at the towering figure with claws and writhing tentacles, and well, who was she to say no?

Nothing in the house would fit Gruu’nuh, so Samantha draped material over her and stapled it together. Satisfied, Gruu’nuh applied lipstick to her many mouths and eyeliner to her clusters of eyes. It was going to be a memorable evening.

Joanne Fisher

My previous post is dead in the water, so I thought I would do another one. When in doubt go weird.

This was written with the prompt not everyone fits a prom dress provided by the Carrot Ranch September 2 Flash Fiction Challenge.

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One Size Does Not Fit All (flash fiction)

One Size Does Not Fit All

Max (short for Maxine) had always been a tomboy. Now into her teenage years others assumed she would finally become more feminine, but she continued to defy expectations by always wearing jeans and t-shirts and keeping her hair short, but now it was time to attend prom.

After going around clothes shops and trying on dresses, Max knew it wasn’t her every time she looked in the mirror. Her father remarked: “Not everyone fits a prom dress” when he saw her frustration. So Max went to the prom in a tux instead. No one was the least bit surprised.

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt not everyone fits a prom dress provided by the Carrot Ranch September 2 Flash Fiction Challenge.

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Answers (fiction)


Cindy was wandering along a path, not really noticing where she was going. Her recent miscarriage was the only thing in her mind at the moment. She chanced upon Hidnoot, the gnome who helped around the farm. He looked up at her sadly.

“I’m sorry to hear of your misfortune my lady.” He said.

“Thanks Hidnoot.” Cindy replied.

“Babradon wants to see you.” he told her.

“Okay.” she acknowledged.

It was several days before she got around to visiting Babradon. She assumed he just wanted to offer his condolences, as everyone did at the moment. After she went through the portal, she sat down beside him.

“Thanks for coming to see me.” Babradon said. “I’m sorry about the loss of your child.” As soon as he said that, Cindy broke down and began crying again. Babradon quietly waited for Cindy’s wailing to subside. “I need to tell you something.”

“What do you need to tell me?” Cindy asked after wiping away her tears.

“There’s a reason why you and your family line can freely walk through the gates to Faerie.”

“I thought we just had a special gift.” Cindy told him.

“It’s deeper than that. It’s because you all have fay blood in you.”

“What?” asked Cindy surprised.

“Somewhere in your family line, an ancestor probably, was someone from Faerie. A high elf I suspect.” Babradon revealed. “The Outer World these days is not a good place for the fay to reproduce. If you want to carry a child to full term, you are going to need help.”

“Help? From whom?”

“Beyond the forest is a wondrous city. When you’re able to journey again, I suggest following the forest path until you come to this city. You can ask the Elven Queen for help.”

“And she’ll help me?” asked Cindy doubtfully.

“I don’t see why not. She helped your grandmother carry your father to full term.” Babradon informed her. Cindy looked at him surprised.

“You said my family line all has fay blood. Does that mean my father could also see the fay world and come through the gate here too?”

“Yes he could, but he chose not to. I think he decided to live in a very narrowly defined world. The fay world scared him.”

“He threw me out of the house for being gay.” Cindy commented.

“Yes it was a very narrow world.” Babradon replied. “One thing: if you do ever decide to visit the Queen, take plenty of silver, true-silver if you have any.”


“For tribute.”

“How could I ever go there? What would I say to Jess?” Cindy asked.

“Tell her the truth. She’s been here. She’s seen Faerie.” Cindy’s mouth dropped open to Babradon’s news.

“When did this happen?”

“A couple of months ago now. I opened the gateway so she could come through. I thought it would be better for your relationship if she knew the truth.”

“How come she hasn’t told me?”

“Maybe she doesn’t know how, or maybe she’s still processing it. A lot of momentous things have happened in both your lives recently. Give her time.” Babradon counseled. Cindy nodded. She would need to think about all of this, and maybe being able to have a child hadn’t been taken away from her after all…

Joanne Fisher

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Loss (flash fiction)


Cindy stroked the horses head. The farm had now acquired a couple of horses which meant Jess and her could go riding together, like they used to. Cindy was spending time with their newest addition, which helped her keep her mind off things, or so she wished. Two weeks ago, Cindy had awoken in pain and found there was blood everywhere. She was rushed to the hospital, but they only confirmed what she knew: that she had lost her baby.

Jess was being as supportive as she could be, but just now Cindy wanted space with so many thoughts in her head. Jess said they could try IVF again, but Cindy knew she wouldn’t survive if it happened a second time. In one moment her dreams of being a mother were cruelly denied.

“We’ll go riding soon girl. You want that?” she whispered to the horse. The tears were falling again.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 150

This was difficult to write, but I guessed that this was how it was going to go….

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #147.

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Flying Pigs (flash fiction)

Flying Pigs

“Don’t those pigs have wings?” I asked looking up at the pigs in the laboratory.

“This is our research into flying pigs. We crossed them with bats. Unfortunately vampire bats, so not only do they fly, but they’ll swoop down and drain your blood. Hence the protective safety glass.” My guide tapped the barrier.

“Just one question: why?” He shrugged his shoulders.

“We thought there might be a market for it.”

“Flying vampiric pigs?”

“Well maybe not vampiric…” He conceded. “We’ll iron out the problems in the next trial. Hopefully they won’t escape the lab this time.”

“This time?!”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 99

I think this could be the beginning of an interesting horror movie, but then again I want to see a movie about giant hyper-intelligent murderous keas that escape the research facility and run amok in the countryside (keas are rather intelligent native mountain parrots that have a penchant for disassembling cars. I kid you not.)

This was written with the prompt flight of pigs provided by the Carrot Ranch August 26 Flash Fiction Challenge.

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Morning Song (poem)

Morning Song

while sunlight streams
into the room, Mahler's

I've Lost Touch With the World
plays in the background

a title rather apt these days,
while I might be the star

of my own dreams, nowhere
else do I garner such 

significance, I exist in
the margins of thoughts

struggling to rise above
the vapidity of modern

life, so I'm adrift in the
labyrinths of my own

fantasies, probably not
a bad thing if I am truly

lost to this world...

Joanne Fisher

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Dumb Vampires 2, part two (fiction)

Dumb Vampires 2


“She wasn’t pleased to see me.” Robert said. As he stood there, the man in front of him leaned back in his seat.

“I’m not surprised. She thought she had killed you, finally.” William replied, sitting in front of his huge oak desk. Behind him were shelves full of ancient tomes, some even in languages Robert didn’t know. “Must have been a shock for her.”

“I don’t think she’s interested in helping us. I even mentioned she could have Sarah back., but I don’t think she believed me.”

“I guess we should begin the process then. Maybe if we had a walking and talking Sarah to dangle in front of her, she may be more conducive to aiding us.” William stated. He picked up his phone. “This is Collins. Get the powdered remains of Sarah Williams ready.” He put down the receiver.

“Do you honestly think it will work?” Robert asked. William shrugged his shoulders.

“We can but try.” William answered. He then checked his watch. “Golly gee it’s lunch time! Do you wish to join me?”

“Sure. You going to the cafeteria?” William let out a grunt.

“No way I’m eating there. There’s a good sandwich bar a couple of blocks away. We can go and sit in the park and continue our conversation.” William suggested.

“Sounds good.” Robert replied.

They both left through the main entrance. Robert looked behind at the mirrored glass building they had left which had THE INSTITUTE in big black letters at the top of the building. It was always an impressive sight. They walked along the busy street.

“Believe me, getting Freya to help us is important.” William said as they walked together.

“Why do we need her anyway? Shouldn’t we be content to have her safely locked up in a cell?”

“She’s an ancient vampire, and we need all the firepower we can get. The Council has the Sorceress, but they aren’t using her. If we can bring enough pressure to bear on The Council, then that will force them to reveal the Sorceress. When this happens, we can attempt to steal her away from The Council. If we do that, we can prevail against them, finally. It’s all to play for.” William told him. Robert nodded.

They came to the sandwich bar. William got a pastrami sandwich, while Robert got a ham on rye. They took their sandwiches and coffees to the nearby park. They both sat on a park bench and watched ducks swimming on a pool of water. The leaves in the trees were starting to turn red.

“Where is she?” Robert asked after he had finished eating.

“I don’t know. It’s as though The Council has her in cold storage. Maximilian claimed he had found her, but that’s the last we heard from him.” William told him.

“He didn’t say where she was?”

“No, though that man always played with his cards close to his chest.”

“If he’s dead, can’t we bring him back?” Robert inquired.

“That’s the thing, our seers can’t find any trace of him. It’s as though he was destroyed completely. Not just his body, but his soul as well. Gone completely from the world as though he never existed.” Robert shuddered at the implications of William’s words.

“You suspect the Sorceress?” William smiled darkly and stood up.

“Yes I do. With that power at our fingertips we could change the face of this world, quite literally.” He looked up at the sky and sniffed the air. “I do so like New Amsterdam in fall. We should head back to work.” He started walking back in the direction of The Institute. Robert stood up and followed him.

to be continued…

Joanne Fisher

I’m dealing with a deep depression at the moment, which is why my output has slowed of late. Hopefully I’ll feel better soon.

Index of previous chapters: Dumb Vampires

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