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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Taking a Walk (flash fiction)

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Taking a Walk

Cindy walked along the path. Ahead of her Lucky had found something to investigate. The leaves were starting to fall and it was getting cooler. Soon winter would be here.

In only a few days the harvesting of their corn was about to begin. It was her and Jess’s main source of income and the money from it would be used to run the farm for the rest of the year until next harvest time, despite Jess’s various attempts at side projects. To have so much hinge on one harvest always made her anxious. What if something went wrong?

After the harvest, winter would come and she always looked forward to snuggling up with her wife for warmth. Jess was her girl, and she was hers… Then after winter they would sow the next crop. This was her life now. She breathed in the cooling air and breathed out contentedly.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 150

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #108.

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The World Outside (flash fiction)

 

The World Outside

 

The group walked out of the Order and gazed at the world for the first time. Now all they had to do was walk through the short tunnel and they would properly be in the Outside.

“This is an awesome prospect.” Said the Keeper of the Small Moisturiser Pots

”Yes, I wonder what is out there.” Added the Hoarder of the Broken Lightbulbs

“Do you think anyone is left out there?” Wondered the Collector of the Empty Juice Bottles

Do you think we should give ourselves new names maybe?” asked the Sorter of the Rusty Mouse Traps.

“Don’t be ridiculous. We should bear our names with pride, whatever is still out there.” Answered the Procurer of Odd Sized Boxes.

The group moved slowly forwards and away from the home they had known all their lives. A couple of them began to wonder if maybe they hadn’t really been needed there…

 

Joanne Fisher

 

Word count: 150

 

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #106.

 

 

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Destroyed (flash fiction)

Destroyed

Mekanot the Merciless returned to his hall to find it in ruins. In times past he had bent all other pixies, sprites, and fairies to his iron will. He was the Dark Lord of the forest and surrounding environs. His might was unassailable, or so he had thought.

There had been rebellion. All the free pixies and their allies had led a revolt against him. They had besieged his home and cast him out. He was defeated and then exiled.

Now years later, he returned unnamed and forgotten to his seat of power to find it broken and his dreams of a return to his past glories destroyed.

Joanne Fisher

 

 

Word count: 108

You never know what’s going on in the bottom of the garden… I thought the idea of a pixie dark lord was amusing.

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #105.

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Display (flash fiction)

Display

“So what do you think is going on here?”

“Well as you can see someone’s been brutally murdered and had their skin and flesh stripped off, and now it’s being investigated.”

“And they just left the body there for everyone to see?”

“Obviously!”

“You don’t think it’s a just a shop window display?”

“No it’s the site of a gruesome murder!”

“Well I’m not convinced. I’m just wondering what they’re trying to sell. Chaise longues? Union flags? Skeletons?”

“Or murders maybe?”

“Well okay, but maybe they’re just trying to be confusing or daring so you’ll walk in there to check the place out.”

“So they can then murder you and strip off your skin and leave you as a window display?”

“Perhaps, but the odds of that happening are fairly remote I suspect. Shall we go in and have a look?”

“Okay, but you go in first.”

“Fine.”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 148

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #104.

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Remains (flash fiction)

 

Remains

 

She looked at the ground. It was the first remains of civilisation she had seen in a few days. It wasn’t much, just pieces of what was once someone’s house she supposed. She looked through it to see if there was anything worth salvaging. Not finding much, she then scanned the area to see if there was anything else nearby, such as possible signs of other people.

Taking her pack off, she grabbed her water bottle and took a drink. Her pack was getting heavier from all the abandoned smartphones she had found and, for some reason, kept. She wondered how many others were left since the cataclysm. Those last days had been utterly terrible. Not in their wildest dreams had they expected Pokémon Go to bring about the collapse of civilisation…

 

Joanne Fisher

 

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #103.

 

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Confused (flash fiction)

 

 

 

 

Confused

 

The duck felt bewildered. One of those giants that stomped around on two legs had thrown a stick at him. Though they had wildly missed him, it was enough to be disconcerting.  He had been happily floating on the water and even let out a few contented quacks, and then all of a sudden the creature had thrown the large stick his way while uttering some weird loud noise. Did he know the creature? Why was this creature so angry and displeased with him? Had he upset it some way? He floated on the water quietly and pondered his actions. What had led to this?

 

Joanne Fisher

 

Word count: 106

 

I thought I would take a short break from my 13 Days of Samhain posts and write this.

 

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #102.

 

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The Tryst (flash fiction)

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The Tryst

Princess Nylah rode to their meeting place. She dismounted her steed. It remained motionless, it’s white horn catching the sunlight. She walked to the ruins hoping they were here.

“My lady!” a voice said once Nylah walked through the doorway. Nylah quickly turned and saw Selene was standing there dressed in her dark street clothes. She had short dark hair and a thin frame which allowed her to squeeze through the smallest gaps.

“We haven’t got long. My father wants me to meet a suitor. As if I would want to marry them. I’d rather marry you.” the Princess declared. Selene smiled.

“I don’t think your father would want that. If I was caught in your rooms again I’d be back in his dungeons.”

“But you’re the thief who stole my heart.”

“I can give it back.” Selene offered.

“I want you to keep it.” Nylah replied as they kissed.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 150

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #101.

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The Other Portal (flash fiction)

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The Other Portal

Cindy was back in Faerie. That was close, she thought. In front of her was Babradon smoking his pipe, as always.

“You weren’t gone for long.”

“I tried to leave, but there was spider in-between the worlds that caught me. I only just managed to escape.”

“Ah yes, Her. You were lucky. Few ever escape her dark web.” Babradon replied.

“I had some help.” Cindy said. “But how do I get home? The way through that portal is trapped now.”

“I understand. Follow me.” He led her to a large tree that leaned. “There is a portal in this tree. Go through the opening in the trunk and you will get back to your world.”

“But I won’t fit in there.”

“You will.” He replied. Cindy looked at him doubtfully, but to her surprise the opening was now large enough and she suddenly found herself sliding down into the darkness…

to be continued…

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 150

This follows The Trap, part two.

I originally wrote around 250 words, so I had to cut a lot out…

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #100.

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Unknown Destination (flash fiction)

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Unknown Destination

She woke me early in the morning with a kiss. Her arms were around me and her lips softly kissed my neck.

“Morning sleepy girl!” she said when I finally opened my eyes.

“Didn’t think I’d see you until later.” I replied.

“Well I’ve been thinking. You know how we’ve got the next few days off? I thought we could go on a trip.” she announced.

“Like today?”

“Yep just pack a bag with enough stuff for a few days and then catch a bus. I’ve already got tickets!” she revealed as she brandished a couple of tickets in her hands.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“That’s a secret!”

So only a couple of hours later there I was in a bus with her. Once it started getting dark, I realised I was just enjoying spending this time with her as we traveled into an unknown future together.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: c. 150

I had another idea which was a lot darker, which I may still write…

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #99.

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