Surprise! (flash fiction)





“Do you really think a bucket of water is going to harm me?” the vampire asked as they approached me smirking and sizing me up as their next meal.

I smiled and casually emptied the bucket of water all over them. As they slowly began to burn I watched the look of surprise on their face as they realised they had made a major mistake.

“A bucket of water? No. A bucket of holy water on the other hand? Yes!” I replied as they quickly ran away leaving a trail of smoke and ash. They wouldn’t trouble me again.


Joanne Fisher


Written with the prompt bucket of water provided by Carrot Ranch’s March 21 Flash Fiction Challenge.


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That Winter (flash fiction)



That Winter


There had been a snow warning so I stocked up on milk and bread. By the time I got home thick clumps of snowflakes were falling. I turned on the heater, made dinner and settled in for a cosy night in my warm living room, but it was not to be. There was a phone call saying the workshop had sprung leaks in the roof and so within a short time I was back at work emptying endless buckets of icy water in an unheated workspace all night. The rest of that winter I was sick with the flu.


Joanne Fisher


Not so much fiction but a reminiscence. This was written with the prompt bucket of water for Carrot Ranch’s March 21 Flash Fiction Challenge.

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Moving In (flash fiction)


Moving In


I was moving into Chloe’s place. We were taking the next big step.

Chloe saw among my belongings a box of records. She pulled one out and looked at it.

“Jean-Michel Jarre: Equinoxe” She read out. “What is the equinox?”

“It’s the time when day and night are equal length. It happens in spring and autumn.” I informed her. Chloe smiled.

“It’s so good having you here Science Girl!” She pulled me in for a kiss.

It was the beginning of a new adventure.


Joanne Fisher

Word count:  83 + prompt

This was written with the prompt equinox provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #97.

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An Interlude (flash fiction)



Aalen’s story: previous episode

An Interlude


Aalen had made camp for the night. Not feeling like sleeping she had found a piece of wood and used a sharp stone for a chisel. She began chiseling it into shape, though she had no idea what she was making. She heard movement in the bushes near her and then there was a loud panting by her ear.

“I wondered when you were going to show up.” Aalen said as she looked at Vilja. “They’re all dead Vilja. Killed in cold blood. We need to make things right.” She hugged her wolf and wept. Vilja licked her face.


Joanne Fisher


This was written with the word prompt chisel provided by Carrot Ranch’s March 14 Flash Fiction Challenge.


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My Life In Darkness, part six (fiction)



previous episode


My Life In Darkness, part six


6. The Bar


Music flooded from out of the building. Astrid opened the screen door and we came into a smoky bar room. There was a pool table in front of us with a couple of guys playing and a small crowd watching them. Along the sides there were wooden tables that were mostly empty. As soon as we walked in all eyes fell on Astrid. Tonight she was wearing some tight blue jeans and pumps along with a black tank top. A waitress with long brown hair tied back and wearing dark blue jeans with a bright red top came to greet us. Her name tag said Beth.

“Evening girls! You just sit yourselves down wherever you want.”

“Thanks. Could we see a menu, if you have one?” Astrid asked.

“Sure thing hun!”  All eyes were on us as we went to one of the tables at the side. We sat down and Beth returned with a couple of menus. “Do you wish to order some drinks?” she asked.

“I’ll have a red wine.” Astrid said. “A Pinot Noir if you have one.”

“I’ll have a beer.” I said. Astrid shook her head at me.

“I need to refine your drinking habits.” She said. I shrugged my shoulders.

“I drink wine occasionally, but everyone seems to drink beer here.”

“So you wish to fit in?” she asked as she suddenly grabbed my hand from across the table.

“I guess. But if we hold hands here we may get attacked.” I told her.

“I don’t think so.” She said. Maybe in Norway they didn’t have redneck bars where you could put yourself in danger by just holding hands with someone of the same gender, but they did have them here. Astrid continued holding hands with me. I noticed a few people around the pool table were looking in our direction and muttering. Beth came back with our drinks and seemed to ignore it.

“Would you like to order some food?” she asked.

“What do you want to eat Melissa?” Astrid asked. I snatched my hand back and stared briefly at the menu stopping myself from saying “you”.

“I’ll have a burger and fries please” I said.

“And for you hun?” the waitress asked Astrid.

“I’m not hungry.” She said. Beth quickly took our menus and walked off.

“Why do you never seem to eat anything?” I asked Astrid. She just laughed and took a sip of her wine.

“Don’t worry I get enough sustenance. I had a big meal earlier and I’m not hungry at the moment.”

“I can pay for my food if that’s an issue.” I said. She looked at me darkly.

“It’s not the issue.” She said to me in a serious tone.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to offend you.” I replied as delicately as I could.

“It’s alright.” She said in a soft tone staring into my eyes. “If I don’t want to eat, I won’t eat okay?”

“Okay.” I answered.

I don’t know whether it was because of the cook they had here or the drink Astrid had given me earlier, but the burger tasted different from any other burger I had ever eaten before. I could taste a variety of complex flavours. Even the fries tasted like the best fries I had ever eaten. I offered my burger to Astrid.

“Do you wanna bite?” I asked holding out the half-eaten burger in front of her.

“Of the burger?” she asked frowning.

“Well yeah” I said. “It’s the best one I’ve ever eaten!”

“Will it make you happier if I do?”

“Yes. It will help me feel less guilty about eating a meal in front of you.” I looked expectantly at her. She sighed and grabbed my burger and took a bite out of it. “And help yourself to the fries as well.” I added.

“Not bad.” She said.

I looked around and noticed the guys at the pool table were still giving us occasional glances. A few more people had entered the premises while I had been eating. I was trying to work out what town this was. I was pretty sure I had never been here before. There did seem to be a reasonable cross-section of people here. I got the feeling a lot of them were just passing through like us. The music blaring out of the jukebox was mostly classic rock with some occasional country. The guys around the pool table or at the bar I suspected were locals. They were laughing, drinking beer, and smoking, obviously having a good time. I felt like staying close to Astrid, this place made me feel uneasy.

“Can we go soon?” I asked Astrid.

“Sure finish your drink and we will head off.” Astrid pulled out some cash and left it with the bill. I was ready to go so I got up to leave and Astrid followed. As we walked past the pool table one of the men gave a long look at us.

“Maybe you girls should hang out with us and you’ll get to know what it’s like to be with a real man.” He said. He was tall and heavily built wearing a white singlet and jeans. He had tattoos on his muscly arms and close cropped brown hair. Astrid turned around and looked at him with a penetrating gaze.

“Whatever you have, it wouldn’t interest me.” She responded. The man looked angry and picked up a pool cue and approached us.

“Listen girl, you don’t talk back to me y’hear?”

“I’m not afraid of you.” She replied as she stood in front of me. “And if you come any nearer I’ll make you regret it.” The man laughed.

“Is that so?” he said as he continued to approach her. There was a sudden flurry of movement and within a second Astrid had pinned down the man’s head on the pool table and forced his right arm behind his back.

“I could really do some damage to you right now.” Astrid said darkly. The entire bar seemed frozen. Everyone stood there watching the unfolding drama. A feeling of tension quickly built up.

“Astrid.” I said weakly, my small thin voice trailing away into the air. Astrid stood up and in one movement pushed the man away. He landed against the wall in a loud thud.  There was a look of shock on everyone’s faces. Beth approached us.

“We don’t want trouble around here!” she said to us. I could see she was shaking. Astrid gave her a derisive look and walked out of the bar. I turned around.

“I’m sorry. “ I said to her apologetically and then I quickly left following Astrid.


Next episode: In The Dark


I’ve been debating whether to post this today. To be honest the last thing I feel like doing at the moment is creative writing, but I’ve posted this story at the same time and day for the last five weeks so I thought I would continue doing so.

All I want to do is grieve for the people lost and for my city 😦


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Darkest Day: The Christchurch Mosque Shootings


Today I’m absolutely devastated. At this point 49 people are dead from two mosque shootings in my city. My lovely city. I never thought anything like that could happen here. Not really. It feels unreal. Nine years ago my city was hit by a devastating series of earthquakes that destroyed many homes and the central city, and a lot of us here are still getting over that, and now we have to deal with this.

Our Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern called the events of today one of New Zealand’s darkest days. A man put on body armour, walked into a mosque with a semi-automatic assault rifle and opened fire. On the other side of the city another mosque was attacked, possibly by a couple of other people, it’s unclear at the moment. And now 49 people are dead with at least another 40 severely injured.

I’ve seen reports of shootings like this occur on the news far too regularly in places like the United States, but I never dreamed it could happen here, not on this scale. The shooter posted his “manifesto” online and then live streamed the shooting. The level of the sickness of this attack is overwhelming and unbelievable.


This was a white supremacist attack on the Muslim community here. It was planned and it was racially and politically motivated. The shooter was doing it in the mistaken belief he was trying to save Western civilisation from Muslim immigrants here. He cited Donald Trump as an inspiration, and let’s be clear here I hold Donald Trump’s hate speech against Muslims to blame. His rhetoric of hatred against minorities, has now spread even to my country. Trump’s evil is poisoning the very world in front of our eyes.

Our Prime Minister has rightly called this a terrorist attack. We all thought we were safe here in our little country far away from anywhere else, but obviously we weren’t. My heart goes out to all the Muslim’s living here in Christchurch who are dealing with the loss of friends and family and also to Muslims everywhere who feel unsettled by these attacks today. It’s been a very sad and emotional day here.


Afterthought (flash fiction)




The saying is “as quiet as a mouse”, but it’s not true. I’ve woken up to loud scratching in my bedroom from mice on several occasions.  One time I bought mouse traps, but as someone who used to keep mice as pets, it would break my heart every time I had to dispose of the dead bodies. One night a mouse fell into a rubbish bin. I was awakened to it scratching trying to get out. In the end I took it outside and released it. In the late autumn cold I watched it run off into the garden.

Joanne Fisher

Not so much fiction, but a real life account. This was an afterthought in response to the Carrot Farm prompt mouse.

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