Out Riding (flash fiction)

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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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They Are Coming (flash fiction)

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They Are Coming

All of the village’s warriors stood waiting on the shoreline while their leader looked out across the water from further up.

“The Seer said the raiders would attack today. Expect to see their longboats at any moment.” He warned them all. They all stood there looking out at the water. Some were armed with bows, some with spears, and a select few had swords and other weapons such as flails at the ready. They waited for hours, but saw no sign of a war party approaching.

“Are you sure the Seer got the right day?” one of them eventually asked.

“She’s usually extremely reliable.” The leader replied. “Maybe she was wrong about today.” No sooner had he said that then there was a sudden rough tapping on his left shoulder…

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 130

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #134.

Over the weekend we had quite bad flooding here from four days of intense rain. To add to this we’ve also had a few shakes. I guess the local faultline is just letting us know not to forget it… They still give me flashbacks to February 22 2011… So I’m feeling a bit frazzled at the moment.

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Blessings From Above (flash fiction)

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Blessings From Above

The Holy Pigeon often looked down from the cathedral observing all the pious believers below as they walked in and out of the building. Then he would launch into the air to bestow his own blessings on the believers. He usually aimed for the head, but sometimes it landed on their shoulders, or very occasionally, missed them entirely. The people didn’t seem terribly happy when they were chosen, but they failed to understand that it was a great honour for them to be marked this way.

On this day the pigeon looked down at the crowd again wondering which follower they would bless today…

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 104

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #131.

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The Leaving (flash fiction)

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The Leaving

Ginny stood on the river bank and watched the water running swiftly past. Breathing in the cool air she listened to the sounds of the river and the birds singing in the trees above. She was alone and feeling like her insides had been all mushed up. Today she had broken up with her partner, and now she felt sad, confused, and in a lot of pain.

She knew she would get over it, even though it didn’t seem like it at this time. Right now she needed to be alone and work though the hurt. Ginny dropped the feather she found into the river and watched it float away from her. The feather would move on to places she had never seen, and so would she.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 130

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #130.

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Evidence (flash fiction)

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Evidence

The two figures looked at the steps before them. Their shuttle had landed over a kilometre away and they were doing a reconnaissance of the area.

“This proves there must be some form of intelligent life on this planet, no matter how primitive.” Said one of them.

“Maybe, but it can be surprising what structures can be made by nature alone.” Said the other.

“You think this was made purely by chance?”

“Well it could have resulted from animal movements over the long years.”

“And what set the paving stones into the hill? A freak burst of wind? Birds dropping them from the sky? A small glacier?”

“Now you’re getting sarcastic.” The other warned. “But you do have a point, though it would be advantageous if we could find some more concrete examples.”

“Unbelievable!” They shook their head.

As the two figures argued, many eyes regarded them from the bushes.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 150

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #128.

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Flight (flash fiction)

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Flight

It was down the steps and then into the shed, and then down some more steps. Even as a child Stacey had known about this. It was her “secret” place she would run off to be alone when she stayed with her grandparents. She never thought she would have to come back here again, but when the sirens had suddenly sounded she grabbed what she could and fled the city in terror. Once in the country she made for her grandparents farm knowing the one place where she might be safe.

In reality the place wasn’t a secret. All of her family knew about it. As Stacey quickly went down the steps, she wondered how many other family members had got away in time and ended up here too. Was she going to face the long dark on her own or would there be others? She slowly opened the door…

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 150

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #124.

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Going to the Clinic (flash fiction)

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Going to the Clinic

Today Cindy was going to the clinic. After having daily injections of hormones, it was now time for her eggs to be harvested by the doctor so they could be fertilised. She hated medical procedures and felt nervous about going there. Jess was meant to be with her today, but there was an emergency at her parent’s farm she had to help them with, which meant Cindy was now going into the city by herself. Which made it worse…

“The next step is to fertilise the eggs. When you come back next week we’ll transfer a healthy embryo to your uterus.” the Doctor told her after she had collected Cindy’s eggs with a fine needle.

Once Cindy got home, she saw there were flowers on the doorstep. The card read: “Hey babe, sorry I couldn’t be with you today. I hope it went well. I’ll be home soon. Love Jess.”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 150

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #121.

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The Chair (flash fiction)

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The Chair

“There it is!”

“That’s the chair you were talking about?”

“Yup. What do you think?”

“This is the chair you want to take home?”

“Yes!”

“Why?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Why do you want us to have this chair?”

“Because it’s a chair. I’m sure we could use it.”

“What for exactly?”

“Er, sitting on?”

“You want to sit on that chair?”

“Sure.”

“It’s covered in moss. Or have you failed to notice that?”

“I know it’s covered in moss, but we could remove it somehow.”

“Somehow? Like how exactly?”

“I hadn’t really thought about it.”

“Big surprise there.”

“I just thought it looked like a good chair and we should take it since no one else seems to want it.”

“Yes you’re right there. I’m pretty sure no one else wants it.”

“We could reupholster it.”

“And you know how to do that?”

“Why are you so negative all the time?”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 150

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #120.

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the groynes (poem)

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the groynes

come down to the sea

they say

do you not hear them

calling you?

hear them whispering

beside you

in the sea breeze?

beyond the reclaimed

groynes they call

to join them

 and once you are

trapped in the

undertow unable

to breathe

that is when they

have you

their mottled green

hands holding

you under what

do they say?

welcome to the deeps

sea-daughter

become one of us and

live forever in these

sea-green depths but

you struggle

break free rising

to the surface

before running out

of breath

you have escaped

this time

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 95

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #119.

Is anyone else having problems with the Block Editor? They seem to have changed it again. This is my eighth attempt to write this post. The preformated block I’ve been using lately for my poetry seems to have been changed and doesn’t seem to work the same as it did. I’m getting sick of this…

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Taking the Forest Path (flash fiction)

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Taking the Forest Path

There were several paths to grandma’s house, but only one went through the forest. She had been told never go that way. It wasn’t safe, her mother had said, but being told that only made her more curious. What could be there that was dangerous?

It was on that particular day when her mother had done some baking and she had loaded up her basket with baked goods for her grandma, that she found herself walking down that forest path. Being curious, foolhardy, and headstrong could be a heady combination, after all.

She found it was a decent path and the trees and bushes helped provide shelter from the sun. After she had gone some way, she heard laughter and voices talking. She crept silently forwards and saw a small cottage off the path. It was there she spied her mother in the arms of a man she didn’t know.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 150

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #118.

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