Try New Beaver Slap! (flash fiction)

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Joanne Fisher

Word count: 99

This was written with the prompt beaver slap provided by the Carrot Ranch’s May 30 Story Challenge.

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I Know What You Are (flash fiction)

I Know What You Are

Bridget awoke and walked home stealthily. As she lived by the forest, she was able to slip into the house unseen. Megan, the woman she lived with, was waiting in the hallway with her arms folded.

“I didn’t think you’d be up so early.” Bridget remarked.

“I know it’s you.” Meg stated.

“I’m sorry?”

“All the people found mutilated when there’s a full moon. I know what you are.” Meg answered.

“If that’s true, you better watch what you say.” Bridget replied.

“Is that a threat?” Meg asked.

“Just saying, the moon will still be full tonight.” Bridget warned.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 99

This was written with the prompt about two people who keep a secret provided by the Carrot Ranch May 9 Story Challenge.

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Our Secret (flash fiction)

Our Secret

“Brianna, I feel so bad about it. I should go to the police and confess.” Sylvia said.

“You didn’t mean to kill Dave, it was self-defence.” I replied.

“But people will notice he’s missing.”

“He was a drunk who beat you regularly. No one’s going to miss him. They should give you a medal” I told her.

“Still, I think I should tell the police…”

“I helped you bury his body. I’ll be arrested as an accomplice.”

“I won’t tell them about you.”

“They’ll find out.” I insisted.

I watched her leave. This could be a problem, I thought.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 99

This story was written with the prompt two who keep a secret provided by the Carrot Ranch May 9 Story Challenge.

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High Water (flash fiction)

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High Water

It was called High Water: a deep blue liquid that gave a higher state of consciousness. Some users became aware of the web of life surrounding them, and having previously felt cut-off, became more connected to it. Others found themselves wandering around the cosmos among the stars…

The Authorities, of course, wouldn’t stand for this, and so stamped out its usage wherever they could find it. However, those who became reconnected to nature continued a deeper symbiosis with everything around them, while others gained a more profound understanding of the Universe’s workings. Not even the Authorities could stop that.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 99

This was written with the prompt high water provided by the Carrot Ranch May 1 Story Challenge.

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The Ideal Applicant? (flash fiction)

The Ideal Applicant?

“So, have you worked in a lighthouse before?”

“No, but I do believe I will be quite suitable for this position.”

“Okay. You’ll have to be up awake during the night and sleep when it’s day. Will that be a problem?”

“Not at all. I’ve been doing that for years.”

“Really?”

“Er, yes. I’m a night owl.”

“I see. How good are you at seeing in the dark? Sometimes you may have to look out across the sea.”

“I can see in the dark as though it was daylight.”

“Wow! Can you handle isolation?”

“Oh yes!”

“Do you think you could do this job for long?”

“I’m certain I could do this job for many years. Many years.”

“Will getting the right foods be a problem?”

“Is there a township nearby?”

“Yes there’s one only a few miles away.”

“Excellent!”

“Well it sounds like you’re our best candidate.”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 148

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #234.

I often find when I’m trying to be a bit more subtle, some people usually don’t get it. Try reading between the lines people.

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The Colour of Hope (flash fiction)

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The Colour of Hope

The starship came out of the jump. It was so heavily damaged it was doubtful it could do another.

“SARA, what do you see?” Jeva asked the ship’s computer.

“There is a red planet ahead of us. It’s not suitable for life, Captain.” Jeva’s heart sank.

“You don’t have to call me Captain.” Jeva reminded SARA.

“You are last sentient being still alive, so you are designated captain.” SARA informed her. “There is another planet.”

Jeva looked at the screen. In the distance a blue planet slowly came into view. For Jeva, blue meant hope.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 99

This was written with the prompt colour of hope provided by the Carrot Ranch April 24 Story Challenge.

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Question (flash fiction)

Question

I picked up the gun and put it to my head, then paused.

“So why are we playing Russian roulette?” I asked the others. They looked at me solemnly.

You see, I’m in my head a lot. When we sat down I assumed we were about to play cards. I began thinking about something that happened earlier, and then noticed a revolver was in front of me. I need to keep a better awareness of my surroundings…

I looked at them for clarification. Hoping I would get an answer.

“Less talking, more trigger pulling.” Said the guy next to me. I pulled the trigger.

Joanne Fisher

I guess “Less talking, more trigger pulling” is where we’re at in this moment. I was struggling with a prompt and decided to tackle it via the absurdist route. While it didn’t solve the prompt issue, it did give me this.

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Dark Eyes (flash fiction)

Dark Eyes

All I remember is dark eyes. There was a knock at my door. The next day I awoke on the lounge floor, weak and sensitive to the light. I crawled to my bed and collapsed, falling into a black dream. When I awoke again, it was dark outside. I sat up slowly. My neck hurt on my right side. Standing up, the room spun around, but I managed to get to the kitchen where I gulped down water. Then there was another knock at my door and I couldn’t stop myself from opening it. Again, there were dark eyes.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 99

This was written with the prompt someone dark eyed provided by the Carrot Ranch April 17 Story Challenge.

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The Beast (flash fiction)

The Beast

The old woman caught a glimpse of a hideous evil beast in her mirror. Panicked, she pressed the alarm. As she was a prominent citizen, the police took no time at all to respond. They searched her large mansion, but found nothing.

“We’ve looked everywhere ma’am, but can’t find any trace of this beast you saw.” The police chief informed her. “However we’ll leave a few officers here, just in case it returns.” The old woman nodded gratefully.

Once she was alone, she looked in the mirror again. The beast looked directly back at her.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 99

This was written with the prompt the old lady and the beast provided by the Carrot Ranch April 10 Story Challenge.

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The Derelict (flash fiction)

The Derelict

The boat had been floating on the lake for some time now, with no sign of anyone on it. Jeff decided to investigate, for all he knew there may have been someone requiring help on it.

That late afternoon he steered his own boat towards it. When he reached the other boat, he called out, but there was no response. Laying anchor, he then jumped over to it. Again there was no sound of movement.

“Hello is anyone here? Do you need assistance?” Jeff called out. The boat remained deathly silent. Looking around on the top deck, he saw no evidence of recent life.

Opening the hatch to the lower deck, he again heard nothing. He closed the hatch after him and climbed down. There was a scream, and then silence.

Tiffany looked out over the water. She saw two boats floating beside each other. It seemed they had both been there for a while now. Strange no one has investigated that, she thought.

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #231.

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