The Chair (flash fiction)

The Chair

“There it is!”

“That’s the chair you were talking about?”

“Yup. What do you think?”

“This is the chair you want to take home?”

“Yes!”

“Why?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Why do you want us to have this chair?”

“Because it’s a chair. I’m sure we could use it.”

“What for exactly?”

“Er, sitting on?”

“You want to sit on that chair?”

“Sure.”

“It’s covered in moss. Or have you failed to notice that?”

“I know it’s covered in moss, but we could remove it somehow.”

“Somehow? Like how exactly?”

“I hadn’t really thought about it.”

“Big surprise there.”

“I just thought it looked like a good chair and we should take it since no one else seems to want it.”

“Yes you’re right there. I’m pretty sure no one else wants it.”

“We could reupholster it.”

“And you know how to do that?”

“Why are you so negative all the time?”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 150

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #120.

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Šī¸2021 Joanne Fisher

Just in Time! (flash fiction)

Just in Time!

Jeremy’s car had broken down, so he walked to the creepy castle in the middle of a thunder storm for assistance. When he knocked on the door, it was answered by a creepy-looking old man who led him straight to his Master. While Jeremy explained to the Master about his car, everything suddenly went black and he collapsed onto the floor.

“That was fortunate. Talk about right place, right time!” the Master said as he looked down on his creation, now with Jeremy’s stretched face added. “Now Igor, let’s hook this up to the grid, and see what happens!”

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt right place right time provided by the Carrot Ranch February 18 Flash Fiction Challenge.

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Šī¸2021 Joanne Fisher

On the Way to the Terminal (flash fiction)

On the Way to the Terminal

“See I told you we were going the right way.”

“How far is 500 yards? Why aren’t they using metres?”

“It’s about 450 metres I think. I don’t know, maybe it’s an old sign. Anyway we’ve got to hurry. We would have had more time if you hadn’t spent so long talking to your friends.”

“They’re your friends too.”

“I don’t feel like I’m part of your little clique at times. They always ignore me, even if I say something.”

‘You’ve got a quiet voice, maybe they don’t understand what you’re saying.”

“Maybe.”

“They like you, they’re just not into vampire movies. It’s all you seem to talk about at times, you little freak.”

“It’s an interest. I thought they might want to watch something different for a change.”

“Anyway, what’s this terminal lead to?’

“What do you mean?”

“Are we catching a bus, boat, or plane?”

“You don’t know?”

“No idea.”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 150

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #117.

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Šī¸2021 Joanne Fisher

Dressing Up (flash fiction)

Dressing Up

As the sun set, they rose out of their coffins in the crypt.

“Shall we hope someone walks through the graveyard tonight? Or shall we get dressed up and go into town?” asked Samantha.

“Yes let’s go into town!” Katherine replied.

They dressed up in their finest gowns and coats, then headed off. When they got to town they were surprised by the sheer number of people there.

“Are you going to choose one?” Samantha asked after a while.

“There’s just too many of them! I can’t decide!” Katherine replied. Samantha rolled her eyes. Why did this always happen?

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt dressing up provided by the Carrot Ranch January 14 Flash Fiction Challenge.

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The Final Match (flash fiction)

The Final Match

All things going well, he would be the World Champion by the end of today. Even in the last few weeks his skills had been better tempered in the crucible of battle.

Before him was the arena. He was now ready. Cameras from the world’s press ringed the room waiting to see every move made in this match. As he strode in, camera lights flashed all around him and people cheered and clapped making it seem like the whole world was there.

He stared down his opponent. Now it would finally begin. With everyone watching, he moved his pawn forward.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 100

This was written with the prompt crucible provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #191.

I did consider making it tiddlywinks, but I’m a huge fan of chess…

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2021 Joanne Fisher

Happy 2021! May It Be A Better Year For Us All!

As it will be 2021 in approximately nine hours here I would like to take this opportunity to wish everyone a Happy New Year! I hope 2021 is a happier and better year for everyone.

I’m an optimist at heart and though things may seem bleak now, I do think things will eventually get better through the next year. So hang in there!

I’ll be back some time in the new year, so until then here are some random memes. Enjoy!

See you all next year! 🙂

Example (poem)

Example

The elf had preached open defiance

of the mean tyrant Man in Red

to rise up from their slavery of

making toys until they were dead

but Santa had got wind of

the elf’s rebellious words and deeds

so, as an example, crucified

him then and there, to snuff out seeds

of rebellion, by making others watch

him tie this elf to the lamppost

as a warning to never disobey

his words, or else they would be toast

instead, the other elves began

to talk among themselves and

plotting in secrecy planned

to kick Santa out of their land

Santa did not realise his cruel

reign of terror was coming to an end

from now on his days were numbered

with him gone, the elves would be on the mend

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 132

Don’t take this too seriously….

This is my second take on the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #110.

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Šī¸2020 Joanne Fisher

Languid (flash fiction)

Languid

“Hey Suzanne, wanna play some tennis?” Marie asked.

“No, I’m happy here.” Suzanne replied as she lay in the sun.

“For goodness sake! Ever since we got here you’ve hardly moved a muscle. I never thought you’d be so lazy on this holiday!’ Marie complained. Suzanne looked up at her surprised.

“What exactly are holidays for then?”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 57

This was written with the prompt languid provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #188.

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Šī¸2020 Joanne Fisher

Atlantis Needs Cars? (flash fiction)

Atlantis Needs Cars?

“I guess it must have been driven off the cliff.”

“But you also find remains of boats on the beach.”

“Are you suggesting it was washed up on the shore?”

“Well maybe.”

“So where it would it have come from?”

“Perhaps it comes from Atlantis.”

“Atlantis? A mythical underwater city?”

“Yeah that’s the one.”

“Why would they need cars?”

“How else would they get around?”

“They could swim everywhere.”

“I dunno, that sounds a bit tiring.”

“Okay, so how would they build a metal car underwater?”

“Maybe they import them?”

“From where? Wakanda? Agrabah?”

“No idea.”

“How would they even drive a car underwater?”

“Perhaps Atlantis is enclosed in a giant bubble or something.”

“And so they drive the cars inside this bubble?”

“Exactly! You got it!”

“So how did this car end up outside this bubble?”

“It must have crashed.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Hey where you going?”

“Away from you.”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 150

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #109.

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Šī¸2020 Joanne Fisher

Disturbance (flash fiction)

Disturbance

“Hey watcha doing?” he asks trying to be nonchalant as he sidles up to me. I keep reading doing my best to ignore him.

“I’m reading a short story by Tolkien, called Leaf by Niggle.”

“Any good?”

“It’s one of his few allegorical ones, but yeah I like it.” I reply.

“So, you wanna get a drink or something?”

“No, I want to finish this story.”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 66

This was written with the prompt niggle provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #187.

This was based on experiences of guys trying to chat me up…

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Šī¸2020 Joanne Fisher