The Way Through (micro fiction)

Fantasy Forest by renanrdgs

The Way Through

Passage through the forest was viable she had been informed, but the forest itself was inhabited by elves who shot humans on sight, apparently. Nevertheless, she plunged into the forest while making as little noise as possible.

“Human!’ A voice said from the treetops. “What are you doing here?”

“Just passing through.” She replied nervously.

“Keep moving!” The voice commanded. She moved as fast as she could. When she eventually came back out into the sunlight, she reckoned she heard laughter behind her.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 82 + prompt

This was written with the prompt viable provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #278.

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Stuck in the Mud (flash fiction)

Stuck in the Mud

Jess got out of the tractor. Due to an excessive amount of rain the south field had turned into a swamp. Her tractor was mired, the tires caked with mud. She sighed. Already she had tried for several hours to get the tractor moving again, but to no avail. Cindy had gone to Faerie to meet the Elven Queen. She had been gone a couple of days now. Jess hated it when Cindy wasn’t here. The farm never felt right without her. Jess decided to walk back to the homestead and figure out what to do over some coffee.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 99

This was written with the prompt mud on the tires provided by the Carrot Ranch September 19 Story Challenge.

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Final Clash (flash fiction)

Final Clash

Anne drew her cutlass and grabbed hold of a rope. In one move she swung over to The Damnation while urging her crew to follow. As soon as she landed on the deck of her enemy, her crew also began boarding the ship. She was immediately attacked by several of Harrington’s men. Fending them off she looked around for Harrington, but couldn’t see him. Was he skulking below decks? She signaled to Stryker to lead the assault while she looked for Harrington. Stryker nodded back at her as she went below deck.

She went down a narrow passageway that led to his cabin, but found he wasn’t there. She came to a door that was locked. Breaking the lock she opened the door to find, to her surprise, a young woman with long dark hair who looked terrified. She was chained to the bed, while on a table sat Anne’s jewelry box along with other treasures. Anne stood there wordlessly while the sound of fighting above got louder. They stared at each other in confusion.

“You looking for me girl?” said a familiar rough voice behind Anne. She spun round and parried Harrington’s blow.

“Harrington!” she spat out. “Interesting company you keep. I didn’t realise you had a guest staying.”

“You’re welcome to join her.” Harrington replied as he swung his cutlass at her again. She parried it and drove forwards forcing him into the passageway. Anne then swung her blade at him, which he dodged.

“I’d rather set her free.” Anne told him as she launched another attack. This time he parried her attack. He grinned at her with his rotting teeth.

“No girl can be a pirate.” He stated as he sliced at her with his cutlass. She dodged out of the way while grimly smiling at him.

“But a woman can.” She replied as she swung at him again, this time cutting him across the forehead when he failed to get out of the way. Blinded by the blood streaming into his eyes his next attack was a wild swing that Anne easily dodged. She then smacked him in the head with her blade and he collapsed onto the floor. Finding some rope, she tied him up. She went back into the cabin. The young woman there still looked terrified. Anne sheathed her cutlass.

“Who are you?” the woman asked.

“My name is Anne. I’m captain of The Red Arrow. I’m here to free you.” Anne said. The woman looked at her uncertainly.

“My name is Katherine, though everyone calls me Kate. That man attacked the ship I was on. I’m the only survivor. He’s kept me in here for days. I don’t know how long. He kept bringing jewels every time he came in here…” Her voice trailed off. She looked away while tears began to fall. Anne understood.

“Don’t worry, he’ll never bother you again.” Anne told her. Stryker, her First Mate, appeared.

“His crew has mostly surrendered. Their morale was rather low.” He informed her.

They freed Kate and took what gold and jewels they could find. Several of Harrington’s men joined her crew, while the others were put into her ships brig to be released later. Anne and a few others deliberately scuttled The Damnation. They all watched the black ship sink below the water.

“Davy Jones can have that cursed ship.” Anne stated once the ship had fully disappeared under the waves. “How’s our ship First Mate?”

“We are quite damaged Captain, but I reckon we can make it back to Port Royal. We can always do some repairs on the way.” Stryker replied. Kate had joined them on the forecastle and had watched The Damnation sink with quiet satisfaction.

“Have you anything left of your own belongings?” Anne asked Kate.

“No. Most of my things were left aboard the ship when Harrington sank it.” Kate replied. Anne brought out her jewelry box and, after taking a couple of things out of it, gave it to Kate.

“Well this is a start.” Anne told her. Kate accepted it with gratitude.

“Is he truly gone?” Kate asked.

“Yes Harrington is with Davy Jones now, along with the remains of his ship.” Anne replied. She smiled darkly at the water. “You’re welcome to join us you know.”

“I’m not sure if I’m a pirate, but thanks for saving me.” Kate said. Anne nodded.

“Set a course for Port Royal!” Anne called out.

“Aye Captain!” Her crew replied.

The End

Joanne Fisher

Earlier episodes: Chasing Damnation | Confrontation

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They Were Zombies (flash fiction)

They Were Zombies

“So why have I been arrested?”

“You went on quite a killing spree last night, didn’t you?”

“Yes of course.”

“You admit it?”

“Of course I do.”

“We have photographs here of all the people you slaughtered. It may have been well over a hundred. We haven’t recovered all of the bodies yet.”

“They all had to die.”


“They were zombies.”


“Yes zombies. If I hadn’t acted quickly and killed them all, the infection would have spread far by now.”

“Can anyone corroborate this story of yours?”

“Well in the beginning there were a few others helping me, but they all got bitten eventually and I had to kill them too. So I guess not.”

“I see…”

Joanne Fisher

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No Deal (micro fiction)

No Deal

“You reneged on our agreement, so I’m afraid we can no longer do business together.” She informed him.

“We never had an agreement since we never pinky sweared on it.” He told her.

“Pinky sweared? We’re adults. Adults don’t close agreements with a pinky swear.” She replied incredulously.

“Says you!”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 49 + prompt

This was written with the prompt renege provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #277.

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Confines (poem)


today I'm at South Brighton
walking along the foaming sand
watching escalator waves
rolling in
I'm holding my camera tightly
as if you were contained
within its body
& you are

we were in the garden
& I was storing images
your rare smiles
for a single
the flurry of movement

all I have is
a dozen blurred pictures
of your embarrased 
shy smiles
trying to escape
the lens

Joanne Fisher

This poem was first published in JAAM 8.

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Late Night Incident (micro fiction)

Late Night Incident

Sara knocked on my door late one evening. There were bruises on her face and a nasty cut on her arm, which I quickly bandaged before taking her to the hospital and contacting the police. Why this beautiful woman was living with such a violent man I couldn’t fathom. If she had been into women, I would have gladly lived with her.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 61 + prompt

This was written with the word prompt bandage provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #276.

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The Hustle (flash fiction)

The Hustle

So we found two marks. They were a couple of successful businessmen. We pretended to be investment brokers who had discovered a way to get speedy returns. They were suspicious of us at first, but we convinced them to invest a small amount of money which we gave back to them shortly afterwards with some of our own.. Satisfied, they then gave us a couple of million in briefcases to invest, which we then ran off with. It was all going swimmingly until we were suddenly surrounded by cops. It turned out our marks were undercover policeman all along.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 99

This was written with the prompt swimmingly provided by the Carrot Ranch September 5 Story Challenge.

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Blog Update

A few days ago I added the Articles page to Joanne the Geek. Over the last week I then added all the remaining articles, poems, flash fiction, and longer fiction to their relevant pages that hadn’t yet been added. I’m a bit crap at drawing straight lines with a mouse, so I apologise for the squiggly lines. Aside from a couple of articles and short stories which I haven’t included due to quality issues, all my blog posts are now accessible via these pages, aside from the serial fiction narratives of My Life in Darkness and The Sky-Pirates of Durn which have now been compiled and edited into novels. I’m still not sure what to do with either of these serialisations on the blog. I might delete them, keep them up for people to find, or add a Serialised Fiction page and add these posts to it. If you still want them to be available on this blog let me know.

It was nice to read some of my older flash fiction posts that were written almost four years ago now. I haven’t seen many of them for some time, but if I ever have the opportunity I sure would like to get the chance to edit a few of them…

Have a nice day everyone! 😎

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The Flying Monster (micro fiction)

Tropegnathus by Peter Minister

The Flying Monster

“It appears avian in nature.” He stated

“Because it has wings?”

“Well…” Unexpectedly he was grabbed by the creature. I helplessly watched as some winged monster flew away with him.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 29 + prompt

It seems many have missed my previous post The Red Convertible. You can see it here.

This was written with the prompt avian provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #275.

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