The Witch’s Anger (flash fiction)

The Witch’s Anger

It was a dare.

My friends dared me to sneak into the witch’s house in the woods and steal something. Being somewhat foolish, I took up their challenge. I hid among some trees near her house. When she went off somewhere, that was when I made my move. I snuck in to her house.

The first thing I saw was all the jars and potions and the cauldron on the hearth. I grabbed a piece of amethyst, the nearest thing to hand, and quickly left, but I didn’t get far. As soon as I crept out of the house, I saw the witch standing there looking at me bemused. I fell to my knees and apologised, but she was unimpressed.

I became immobile. I could still see, but could no longer move or speak. I have no idea what she has turned me into. I hope she forgives me soon…

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 150

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #151.

Um, whoever has been visiting my Contact page over the last couple of days, could you please leave a message next time? I end up sorting through my emails and finding nothing. You could say “I like your blog” or “You suck” or whatever, just say something please…

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Vanishing Point (flash fiction)

Vanishing Point

Margot looked out into the garden and saw Jen was gone. She had only been there a few seconds ago doing some gardening, and now all that was left was the gardening fork stuck into the dirt. She went outside and looked around, but couldn’t see her anywhere. Maybe she shouldn’t have let Jen use the vanishing cream she had bought from that strange old woman…

She had appeared on her doorstep one dark and stormy night selling her a number of potions, such as the Hare Restorer. Margot had thought it was a misprint, but sure enough once Rowen, her pet hare, suddenly died she had tried the Restorer on her and Rowen sprung back to life. She had initially bought them all from the woman just to get rid of her, but now she really wanted to see her again, as she had a growing number of questions.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 150

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #150.

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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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Loss (flash fiction)

Loss

Cindy stroked the horses head. The farm had now acquired a couple of horses which meant Jess and her could go riding together, like they used to. Cindy was spending time with their newest addition, which helped her keep her mind off things, or so she wished. Two weeks ago, Cindy had awoken in pain and found there was blood everywhere. She was rushed to the hospital, but they only confirmed what she knew: that she had lost her baby.

Jess was being as supportive as she could be, but just now Cindy wanted space with so many thoughts in her head. Jess said they could try IVF again, but Cindy knew she wouldn’t survive if it happened a second time. In one moment her dreams of being a mother were cruelly denied.

“We’ll go riding soon girl. You want that?” she whispered to the horse. The tears were falling again.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 150

This was difficult to write, but I guessed that this was how it was going to go….

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #147.

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The New Library (flash fiction)

The New Library

“Hi I’m new to this place. I was wondering if the town has a library as I can’t seem to find it.” I asked someone in the street.

“Well the old library was bulldozed to make way for a new carpark.” They told me. They pointed to a multilevel carpark. “That’s it there.”

“Very nice.” I said. “If I was a connoisseur of car-parks I imagine I would be very pleased with that one. Did you happen to build a new library after you destroyed the old one?” They nodded.

“Yep, it’s over there.” They pointed to what looked to be a red phone booth.

“The phone booth?” I asked.

“I think it was.” They replied. I decided to check out their new “library”.

It was still cramped with only a few shelves of books remaining. I wondered if I was one of the few left who still actually read books…

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 150

Yes there is a serious point to this story…

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #146.

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Hiding (flash fiction)

Hiding

All she had done was decide to take a walk in the sunlight. That was all. She didn’t think it would lead to problems such as her having to run away in terror when those creatures unexpectedly appeared. Then they had chased after her, making all manner of noises while doing so. It was terrifying.

Now she was hiding in the tall grass looking out for them. Once she decided the coast was clear, she would quietly make her way back home, hoping they wouldn’t spot her. At least her home was underground where they hopefully would never find it, those strange bipedal creatures that seemed to multiply at a staggering rate on the surface. Every time she came back up here, there always seemed to be so many more of them…

Maybe next time she would fly. It was probably time she used those old leathery wings of hers again.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 150

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #144.

Don’t ask me what the creature is…

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Out of His Depth (flash fiction)

Out of His Depth

The two of them lay on the bank as the man appraised the sign warning of deep water and grunted.

“I wonder how deep that pond really is.” he commented. The woman gazed at him interestedly.

“They say that pond has no end. The water just goes down and down straight into the bowels of Hell.” she told him. The man rolled his eyes.

“Of course it does, and if you believe that, then you’ll also believe all the other bullshit they spout in this village.”

“Maybe they’re right.” the woman offered. The man stood up.

“There’s one way to prove this is codswallop, and that’s by diving in there.” the man told her.

“Please… don’t.” the woman replied without much conviction. Taking no heed of her tone, he plunged into the water. The woman waited. Minutes ticked by. The man never resurfaced.

“Yet another one.” said the woman smiling.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 150

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #141.

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The Big Surprise (flash fiction)

The Big Surprise

Jess was on her way to the south field, when she noticed a shimmering down the path. Investigating it, she walked through into another world. She looked around. Everything here was greener and more vibrant.

“And who might you be?” asked a voice below her. She looked down to see a tiny man with a long beard smoking a pipe.

“Where am I?” she asked.

“You’re in Faerie, or Elfland, or the Fey-wild, or Fairyland if you so wish.” he replied. “My name’s Babradon. I’m the guardian of the portal you just walked through.”

“I’m Jess.” she told him.

“You must be Cindy’s wife. She’s mentioned you.”

Jess collapsed into the lush grass. All this time she had thought that Cindy was cracking up, like her grandmother had, when she talked about her travels in Faerie. She now knew she owed Cindy a massive apology, like the biggest one ever.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 150

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #140.

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This Seat Reserved For Zombies (flash fiction)

This Seat Reserved For Zombies

“I suppose that seat is for people who want to enjoy the peace and quiet of the cemetery. I imagine you could spend an idyllic afternoon here.”

“I guess you could, but the seat is actually for the zombies.”

“Zombies?”

“Yeah after they’ve dug up through the earth, they always need a bit of a breather, before going off to eat people’s brains.”

“You’re kidding right?”

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #137.

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Out Riding (flash fiction)

Out Riding

“Everyone thinks your grandmother is crazy and talks to fairies.” Jess told Cindy as they rode horses together.

“I know.” Cindy replied. She chose not to tell Jess she had also seen the fairies her grandmother talked to. “Do you think she’s crazy?” Jess shrugged her shoulders.

“No. I like how she lets me sleep over with you. She’s always been nice to me.” Jess answered. Cindy smiled.

“That’s because you’re my bestie.” Cindy told her.

“You’re my bestie too. I hope we’re always besties.”

“Pinky swear?” Cindy asked holding out her pinky. Jess locked her pinky with hers.

“Best friends forever.” they chanted together. For a brief moment they held hands, before letting them fall back.

“I can’t imagine not ever being friends with you.” Jess said.

“We better get back. My grandma will be waiting for us.” They turned their horses back in the direction of the farm.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 150

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #135.

I’ve been looking at this picture all week going um. I decided to write a story about Jess and Cindy when they were younger.

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