This Christmas (flash fiction)

This Christmas

“So what did you do at Christmas?” Stacey asked.

“Mum would make us scrambled eggs with lots of butter and toasted homemade bread. Then we would open presents. One of us would hand them all out, and then we’d open them one at a time going round the room. In the evening we’d have dinner with the rest of the family, and of course, open more presents.” Hannah replied.

“Nice.”

“But I’m missing it this year since I’ve been kicked out for being lesbian.” Stacey hugged Hannah.

“We’ll just have to start our own traditions then.” Stacey told her.

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt to write a story that includes family traditions provided by the Carrot Ranch December 3 Flash Fiction Challenge.

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©️2020 Joanne Fisher

Taking a Walk (flash fiction)

Taking a Walk

Cindy walked along the path. Ahead of her Lucky had found something to investigate. The leaves were starting to fall and it was getting cooler. Soon winter would be here.

In only a few days the harvesting of their corn was about to begin. It was her and Jess’s main source of income and the money from it would be used to run the farm for the rest of the year until next harvest time, despite Jess’s various attempts at side projects. To have so much hinge on one harvest always made her anxious. What if something went wrong?

After the harvest, winter would come and she always looked forward to snuggling up with her wife for warmth. Jess was her girl, and she was hers… Then after winter they would sow the next crop. This was her life now. She breathed in the cooling air and breathed out contentedly.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 150

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #108.

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©️2020 Joanne Fisher

Kaikoura Rave (haibun)

Kaikoura Rave

My friends are on acid, moving in worlds I cannot penetrate. On the beach I build a driftwood throne so like Canute I can command the waves as they foam ashore. Kaikoura is a place to see whales and dolphins, or stone formations. Tonight the otherworld permeates the warm air; primeval rhythms pulse from the trees as everyone dances an invocation…

a new sun

fills

the sky

Joanne Fisher

This was originally published on my blog in April 2018 in a slightly different form.

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It’s a Disaster! (flash fiction)

It’s a Disaster!

The news was dire: the Double Chocolate Fudge Cookie Ice Cream that Sylvia loved was being discontinued.

“My life is over!” Sylvia sobbed into her pillow.

“You know another brand makes a very similar flavour.” Cheryl told her.

“But it’s not the same!” Sylvia wailed.

Cheryl walked away while shaking her head. Sylvia was such a drama queen!

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 58

This is my second take on the prompt dire provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #185.

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Wolves (flash fiction)

Wolves

Jenna was thrown while riding through the forest. Once she got to her feet, she heard growling. There before her was a dire wolf, which was why her horse had got spooked.

Jenna drew her dagger. No princess was going to end up being eaten, she thought defiantly. As the dire wolf advanced, Jenna heard more growling behind her…

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 58 + prompt

This was written with the prompt dire provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #185.

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©️2020 Joanne Fisher

The Toilet to Hell (flash fiction)

The Toilet to Hell

“Ashley honey, you okay?’ Steffi asked as she knocked on the door. Ashley had been in the toilet for quite some time now. Cautiously Steffi opened the door to find she was gone. “Son of a bitch!” Steffi shouted as she closed the toilet lid.

Everyone had wondered how Steffi could afford her luxury apartment that was in an ideal location. She told everyone it was because the toilet was demonically possessed, but nobody believed her. Regardless of that, she loved her new apartment even if her toilet did occasionally eat people. She was going to miss Ashley though.

Joanne Fisher

This is my second take on the prompt of a story that glorifies a toilet provided by the Carrot Ranch November 19 Flash Fiction Challenge.

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The World Outside (flash fiction)

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The World Outside

 

The group walked out of the Order and gazed at the world for the first time. Now all they had to do was walk through the short tunnel and they would properly be in the Outside.

“This is an awesome prospect.” Said the Keeper of the Small Moisturiser Pots

”Yes, I wonder what is out there.” Added the Hoarder of the Broken Lightbulbs

“Do you think anyone is left out there?” Wondered the Collector of the Empty Juice Bottles

Do you think we should give ourselves new names maybe?” asked the Sorter of the Rusty Mouse Traps.

“Don’t be ridiculous. We should bear our names with pride, whatever is still out there.” Answered the Procurer of Odd Sized Boxes.

The group moved slowly forwards and away from the home they had known all their lives. A couple of them began to wonder if maybe they hadn’t really been needed there…

 

Joanne Fisher

 

Word count: 150

 

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #106.

 

 

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Paradox (flash fiction)

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Paradox

 

“So why are you building a time machine?”

“If I stop my parents meeting I won’t have to exist.”

“Er okay… You realise it won’t work?”

“Why not?”

“If you go back in time and stop your parents meeting then you don’t get born, but that means you don’t build a time machine to stop them meeting, which means they do meet and you do get born. It’s a time paradox.”

“Nuts.”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 71 + prompt

This was written with the prompt paradox provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #184.

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©2020 Joanne Fisher

Time Out (flash fiction)

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Time Out

Tess sat on the toilet. She usually avoided loud parties, but had been dragged to this one by a close friend. It didn’t take long for her to get overwhelmed by the sheer number of people in the house, and so she ran off to the bathroom where she could be alone. She could leave, but that would involve trying to find her friend again. Tess sat there listening to the music thudding through the walls. All she wanted was to have just a few minutes of peace and quiet to gather her thoughts. Someone knocked on the door.

Joanne Fisher

This is something I’ve done at parties.

This was written with the prompt of story that glorifies a toilet provided by the Carrot Ranch November 19 Flash Fiction Challenge.

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©️2020 Joanne Fisher