Interrogation (micro fiction)


“You need to make a confession.” Andrea demanded. She pinned Terri down so she couldn’t move.

“I’m innocent.” Terri declared.

“Don’t give me that!” Andrea insisted. “I know you ate all the chocolate-chip cookies.”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 33 + prompt

This was written with the prompt confession provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #308.

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Surviving (micro fiction)


Once I awoke from out of my coma, they informed me I had been in a car accident. They did cognitive tests to understand the extent of my brain damage.

It wasn’t until I saw my family that I learned Maria, my girlfriend, had died in the crash. Was it really surviving to go on living without her, I wondered.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 59 + prompt

This was written with the prompt cognitive provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #306.

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Unrepentant (micro fiction)


“After we broke up, you began telling all sorts of vicious lies about me. I lost many friends because of you. Why did you do that?” Annalise asked. Samantha shrugged her shoulders dismissively.
“I needed to hate you, and I wanted our friends to hate you too.” Samantha responded.
“I knew you’d be unrepentant, but can’t you at least say sorry?”
“Is there any point if I don’t mean it?”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 69 + prompt

This was written with the prompt unrepentant provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #305.

Unfortunately my computer wouldn’t open WordPress, so I’m doing this on my phone.

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Music From Another Room (flash fiction)

Music From Another Room

I loved her, more than I would ever admit. She didn’t love me though. I was quite certain of that. One morning I found her knocking on my front door. She had a basket in her left hand.

“I’m surprised to see you.” I told her as I opened the door. She smiled.

“Hi Jo, I did some baking this morning, and thought of you.” She stated. In the basket were cookies with love hearts cut into them.

“Thanks.” I said taking them.

“Look into my eyes.” She requested. I looked and was immediately lost. They were impossibly blue.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 99

This was written with the prompt impossibly blue provided by the Carrot Ranch March 27 Story Challenge.

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A Better View (micro fiction)

A Better View

Cindy climbed up into the treetops. Looking south, she saw the forest going on forever. Looking north, more forest, but also a golden city, maybe the Queen’s city.

“Having a good eyeful are ya?” Said a voice. Looking down she saw an angry pixie. “This is my vantage point!”

“Sorry.” Cindy said and she went back down.

“What did you see?” Jess asked.


Joanne Fisher

Word count: 63 + prompt

This was written with the prompt treetop provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #301.

I’m having problems with my computer. It’s taken me hours to do this post. It should have taken half an hour at most. I’ve been asking people to support this blog for years, but few have. If you could donate some money then I could upgrade my computer and begin posting regularly again. Otherwise it will just be sporadic posts from now on.

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Waiting in the Dark (micro fiction)

Waiting in the Dark

It was past midnight now and Alison lay in bed listening. Tiffany wasn’t back yet, and so she waited.

Eventually she heard a car stop and then drive off. The front door opening and closing, and Tiffany’s soft footsteps coming up the stairs. Not long after that, Tiffany gently slipped into the bed, presumably so not to wake Alison, and then she turned over and went to sleep.

Tomorrow Alison could ask Tiffany where she was spending her time every late evening this week, but then she was terrified of what Tiffany might actually say…

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 94 + prompt

This was written with the prompt midnight provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #300.

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Breakfast in Faerie (flash fiction)

Breakfast in Faerie

Jess and Cindy went downstairs for breakfast. They saw many others sitting at the tables. Jess ordered some breakfast. A few moments later it was set down in front of them. Jess spread a thin smear of jam across some bread and took a bite. She then looked astonished.

“You have got to try this.” Jess insisted handing the bread to Cindy. She took a bite. It was as if she was eating the ripest and sweetest strawberries she had ever tasted.

“Wow!” Cindy stated. She knew any jam she now ate at home would never taste as good.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 99

This story follows The Inn

This was written with the prompt a smear of jam provided by the Carrot Ranch February 13 Story Challenge.

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The Inn (micro fiction)

Fantasy Tavern by fmikeart

The Inn

“Welcome, ah, humans. Two human females! How interesting.” The Innkeeper said. He was tall with a long brown beard. There were two prominent horns on his head.

“Hi!” Cindy said. “We’re wanting a room.”

“Certainly.” The Innkeeper replied.

“And one bed.” Jess added.

“No problem.” The Innkeeper handed Cindy a key. “Your room is on the top floor.”

“Thanks.” They both felt thankful they had a place to stay for the night.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 71 + prompt

This was written with the prompt key provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #297.

This story follows What Happens in Faerie…

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I Can See Clearly Now (flash fiction)

I Can See Cleary Now

“I can see clearly now the rain has gone…” Sofia sang along to the car radio. Phillipa, who was driving, joined in.

Sofia’s father had beaten her when he found out she was gay and had a girlfriend. He forbade her to see Phillipa again. Social workers intervened once the bruises became obvious and she ended up in foster care.

Now that school was over, Sofia and Phillipa packed all their things and headed to the city where they would live together. It would take time for Sofia’s scars to heal, but she was in a better place now.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 99

When I’m in a deep depression I do like listening to the song I Can See Clearly Now as it helps remind me the darkness will clear eventually.

I was lucky, my family has always been supportive, but I have friends who weren’t so fortunate…

This was written with the prompt of writing a story with optimism provided by the Carrot Ranch January 23 Story Challenge.

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What Happens in Faerie… (flash fiction)

What Happens in Faerie…

“There’s a pair of knickers up on that tree.” Cindy said pointing upwards. So far all their missing clothes had been spotted hanging on the tops of trees, as they wandered around naked looking for them.

“Well you did say: “Let’s go hiking in Faerie, it could be interesting.” Well you were right there.” Jess stated. Cindy shrugged her shoulders.

“Well that’s the thing with Faerie, anything can happen.”

“Great.” Jess replied. “You have fae blood. Do you have any powers?”

“Of course I don’t. I’m not Melissa.” Cindy blurted out.

“Melissa? Melissa has powers?” Jess asked surprised. Cindy’s face went red.

“I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Melissa has powers?” Jess repeated.

“Yes, she’s a sorceress.” Cindy admitted.

“A sorceress? How do you know?”

“One of the last times I was in Faerie. I sold that letter of hers for the silver bell at the Faerie Market. The seller took it as payment as it was “a letter of apology from a sorceress”. Thinking back on it now, I may have been ripped off. Later I got trapped on a spider’s web in-between the worlds, and Melissa helped me escape.”

“Huh! Were you ever going to tell me about any of this?” Jess asked.

“I didn’t want to tell you about it. I’m always scared I’m going to lose you to Melissa.” Cindy admitted. Jess sighed, put her hands on Cindy’s shoulders and looked into her eyes.

“I want you to listen to me Cindy. I like Melissa, but I don’t love her. I love you. That’s why I married you. I really wish we could get beyond this.” Cindy nodded at her words.

“So do I.” Cindy agreed.

“Well… we could climb the trees.” Jess said changing the subject.

“It would take a long time to retrieve all our clothing. Besides some are on pine trees and we would get covered in resin.”

“Do you have any ideas? I’m not doing the rest of the hike naked.” Jess stated.

“Maybe if we go find help from someone.” Cindy suggested.

“From whom? We haven’t seen anyone since we went through the portal.”

“If we go down the path, we might find a homestead or something.” Cindy said. Jess sighed again.

“Well it’s better than nothing I guess. Lead on.”

They walked down the path. They hadn’t gone very far when they saw a small figure walking towards them. It was a gnome with a long grey beard. He wore grey robes and had a little walking stick in his right hand.

“Hi.” Cindy said once he got nearer to them. The gnome stopped and looked up at them quizzically.

“Hello.” He said. “I don’t mean to pry, but do you always wander around Faerie naked? I think I should warn you there are certain places I wouldn’t advise you to go without clothing.”

“This isn’t a choice. We went swimming and now all our clothes are at the tops of trees. I suspect pixies are to blame.” Cindy told him.

“I see.” The gnome replied while scanning the treetops. “It does sound like pixie mischief.”

“Do you know anyone who can help us?” Cindy asked. The gnome nodded.

“One moment.” He replied. Dropping his walking stick, he fished out a small flute and then played a few notes. A few minutes later a fairy appeared fluttering it’s butterfly wings. The gnome spoke a few words to it in a language Cindy and Jess didn’t know. The fairy then fluttered off. They stood there waiting. A short while later fairies began appearing carrying Jess and Cindy’s clothes in their hands. The fairies began dropping the clothes at their feet. Within an hour, all of Jess and Cindy’s clothes lay in a pile before them, as far as they could tell.

“Thank you.” Jess said. The gnome looked over their clothes.

“Another word of advice: if you ever plan on meeting the Queen, wear something less mundane.”

“Well I don’t think our plans include meeting the Queen.” Jess replied.

“Thank you for your help.” Cindy said. The gnome bowed low.

“My name is Lemnas.”

“I’m Cindy, and this is Jess, who is my wife.” Cindy told him.

“You live in a farm next to a portal, don’t you?” Lemnas asked.

“Yes. How do you know?” Cindy asked.

“Let’s just say you are known.” Lemnas replied.

“Okay.” Cindy said confused.

“I’ll leave you ladies to get dressed.” Lemnas said. “You owe me a favour.”

“I guess we do.” Cindy replied.

“It will be getting dark soon. There is a good inn a few miles up the road. I have stayed there many a time, you might like it there.” Lemnas suggested.

“Thanks for the suggestion. We’ll check it out.” Cindy replied. Lemnas bowed low again, then turned and walked away.

“We’ve been here two days, and already we owe a favour.” Jess said as they got dressed.

“Can’t be helped.” Cindy answered.

“It’s strange he appeared just when we needed help.” Jess stated.

“Happenstance.” Cindy suggested.

Once they were ready, they continued their journey. They had been walking a few hours and it was getting dark once they came across the inn that Lemnas had told them about. It was a large wooden building with three storeys. There were lights in all the windows and it looked welcoming and inviting to both of them. They walked up the path to the main doors and opened them. Light spilled out along with the smell of ale and smoke, laughter and talk. They both looked at one another before going over the threshold.

to be continued…

Joanne Fisher

This story follows The Waterfall

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