Victory Uncertain (flash fiction)

Victory Uncertain

The legion marched through the ice towards the Black Fortress where the Winter Queen sat on her obsidian throne. The commander knew it was unlikely they would prevail, but they had to try…

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 32 + prompt

If only this prompt had been longer, I could have had a lot of fun with it…

This was written with the prompt legion provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #231.

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Stuck in the Mud (flash fiction)

Stuck in the Mud

I’m only on this godforsaken planet because I was sent here. Why anyone would actually want to live here escapes me. Frankly it stank, large areas were covered in mud, but not the mud you would find anywhere else.

One time I got stuck in it. It was a metre deep. I hoped someone might find me before I died of hunger or thirst. Luckily a search party rescued me. How many others had also got stuck, but never been found? I was so glad to see the settlement again. Though I saw quite an amazing sunset out there.

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt mud provided by the Carrot Ranch October 14 Flash Fiction Challenge.

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Annabel (flash fiction)

Annabel

The hairbrush had belonged to Annabel. Every time Kay saw it, she was reminded of Annabel, and how every morning Annabel would stand in front of the mirror and brush her long brown hair.

One evening Kay received a call that Annabel had been involved in a car accident. Annabel’s things were left lying around the house as she grieved. Then one day she packed it all up, though she left the brush as a reminder of watching Annabel every morning getting ready to face the world.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 87

This was written with the prompt brush provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #230.

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The Whisperer (flash fiction)

The Whisperer

I lay in the dark trying to sleep, when I heard a hissing. I looked to my left and thought I could faintly see two pale points of light, like two eyes watching me. I was completely frozen with fear.

“Hello.” whispered a voice.

“Who’s there?” I asked fearfully.

“Just go to sleep.” the voice whispered again, and the soft hissing began once more and got closer.

I lay there unable to move, as my eyelids got heavier and also now voiceless, knowing I might never wake up again, and there was nothing I could do. Everything went black.

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt whispering provided by the Carrot Ranch October 7 Flash Fiction Challenge.

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Her Lover Returns (flash fiction)

Her Lover Returns

Her love was across the water. She walked along the beach counting the days until his return. One day word reached her that his ship sunk and was lost beneath the waves. She grieved, wishing for his return.

One night on the beach she saw him: his hair was now seaweed and his skin was a pallid green thinly stretched over his bones, but it was definitely him.

“My love!” he croaked, holding out his arms. She hugged him, but his embrace was so tight she could hardly breathe or break free as he dragged her under the waves.

Joanne Fisher

This story was written with the prompt across the water provided by the Carrot Ranch September 30 Flash Fiction Challenge.

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Checking In (flash fiction)

Checking In

“I’d like a room please.”

“Your luggage is ginormous.”

“It’s my portmanteau. Can someone carry it for me?”

“Sorry this a motel, not a hotel.”

“But it’s really heavy!”

“Chillax! I’ll help.”

“Thanks!”

“It’s fantabulous by the way.”

“Is there any food here?”

“You can have my soysages.”

“No thanks.”

“You can get some brunch across the road.”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 58

This was written with the prompt portmanteau provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #228.

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The Author’s Chair (flash fiction)

The Author’s Chair

“So you want to write books?” the figure asked.

“Yes.” the author replied.

“What you need is the Author’s Chair. You won’t be able to stop writing.” the figure said. A brown leather chair appeared.

“That’s what I want. How much for it?”

“Only your soul.” The author laughed upon hearing this.

“It’s of no matter. Go ahead and take it!” the author urged.

“Fine.” The figure disappeared.

The author sat down and began writing and found he couldn’t stop. He wrote many works, but died of thirst, hunger, and exhaustion from never being able to leave the Chair.

Joanne Fisher

This nasty little story was written with the prompt Author’s Chair provided by the Carrot Ranch September 23 Flash Fiction Challenge.

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Afloat (flash fiction)

Afloat

One night Sonya’s yacht was smashed against some rocks during a tempest. She had abandoned ship and clung onto a piece of wreckage like some desperate water rat. The rest of her yacht quickly disappeared under the turbulent waves.

Now it was some indeterminate time later. She still clung on though she was extremely thirsty and so tired, so very tired. When she looked up and saw the wind turbines before her through the haze, the first sign of civilisation she had seen for days, she thought maybe she would survive this yet…

Joanne Fisher

This was written the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #149.

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Black Horse (flash fiction)

Black Horse

Jess and Cindy went out riding. It had been several weeks since Cindy’s miscarriage, and the gloom was still around her. Jess watched her anxiously. As they rode, a big black horse suddenly appeared in front of them. It was black as a storm cloud and it’s hoofbeats sounded like thunder. Instinctively Cindy chased it, with Jess following behind. Then the black horse disappeared, and Cindy brought her horse to a halt. Once Jess caught up with her, she found Cindy motionless and staring into space.

“What was that?” Jess asked.

“Some sort of phantom.” Cindy replied, feeling uneasy.

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt big black horse provided by the Carrot Ranch September 16 Flash Fiction Challenge.

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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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