The Chosen One (flash fiction)

The Chosen One

There was a loud knock on the door. Clarice answered it to find a tall man with a long beard standing on her porch.

“Clarice Evans, would you like to join me on an adventure?” the Wizard asked.

“Ooh that sounds lovely dear! I’ll just go and get my coat.” Clarice replied. The Wizard waited patiently.

Clarice Evans may have been seventy four with a gammy leg, hard of hearing, and owned a preponderance of cats, but little did she know it was her destiny to defeat evil and usher in a new golden age of peace and enlightenment.

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt of rethinking the hero provided by the Carrot Ranch April 8 Flash Fiction Challenge.

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Absurd (flash fiction)


“It’s absurd you think I should ask Megan out.” Chloe said.

“Absurd? You’re in love with her.” Kathleen pointed out.

“But Megan is way out of my league.”

“You never know unless you ask. What if she says yes?”

“I can’t imagine her saying yes to a loser like me.” Chloe replied.

“With that attitude you’ll definitely never be with her.”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 61

This was written with the prompt absurd provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #203.

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Prey (flash fiction)


Anne looked through the spyglass. Owing to their swift passage they had caught up with the lone Spanish galleon, their intended quarry. The galleon was loaded with gold, silver, tobacco, and spices from the New World and had somehow been separated from the rest of the fleet. They would plunder it, and then make for Port Royal.

“Ready for attack!” Anne called out as they sped towards their prey.

“Captain, there are two more ships approaching flying Spanish colours.” the man in the crows nest called out. They would have to break off their pursuit and try another day…

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt swift passage provided by the Carrot Ranch April 1 Flash Fiction Challenge.

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The Door (flash fiction)

The Door

I went to visit my friend Madeline. When I arrived she was cutting up meat in the kitchen. I looked around the room and noticed there was a door in the middle of a wall that I swear I had never seen there before.

“Is that new?” I asked her.

“Hmm what?” she asked without turning round.

“That door. I don’t remember it being there before.”

“Oh that door! Yes it appeared there a few days ago.” she stated.

“Appeared?” I asked.

“Yes. One day it wasn’t there, and then another day it was.”

“And you don’t think that’s odd?” She turned to look at me.

“Yes it’s very odd. Open it and have a look inside.” she suggested. I cautiously walked up to the door and opened the door slowly. All I could see inside was total darkness.

“Is there a light?”

“No it’s totally dark. If you walk in there with a light, the darkness will eat it up.” she told me.

“Excuse me? Eat it up?”

“Walk in there and you’ll see what I mean.” she urged. She stopped cutting up the meat and walked to my side. “Go on!” I gingerly put my foot forward to find there was a floor there. I took a few cautious steps in. I turned my phone’s torchlight on and found it failed to illuminate the blackness around me. I turned to face Madeline.

“That’s totally weird!” I remarked. She smiled at me. It was then I saw her eyes suddenly turn red.

“Goodbye.” she said as she closed the door and I was engulfed in darkness.

“Hey open the door!” I screamed. I walked forwards to where the wall and door should be, but found nothing but empty air. I flailed around lost in the pitch black. “Please open up the door!”

Joanne Fisher

This was inspired by the prompt March Writing Challenge Day 30 – a character encounters a door in their home that wasn’t there before provided by Emine Beasley. Though it wasn’t the main characters actual home…

In other news: I finally got around to submitting some poems to this years issue of Catalyst. I probably won’t hear back until October.

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Yonder (flash fiction)


“Over yonder hill is the way to Faerie.” my guide said pointing the way. “And over yonder river is your way home.”

“You really like the word yonder don’t you?” I laughed. They seemed displeased.

“And yonder road is where you can go to Hell.”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 44 + prompt

This was written with the prompt yonder provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #202.

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Breaking Away (flash fiction)

Breaking Away

Laura hated living in her small town. It was difficult to be yourself when everyone thought they knew you. She knew if she ever dared to tell her rather conservative Christian parents that she was really a lesbian they would probably throw her out of the house or send her to one of those camps that attempt to turn you straight, and everyone would know.

She decided to grit her teeth and wait the year out. Once school ended, she decided she would escape to the city where she could be herself and love who she wanted to love.

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt daring escape provided by the Carrot Ranch March 25 Flash Fiction Challenge.

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Flight (flash fiction)


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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Beyond the Limits (flash fiction)

Beyond the Limits

“Fascinating!” He said examining the black hole’s structure.

“Was it worth it?” I asked.

“Orbiting this black hole so we could study it? Why yes!”

“We’re not so much orbiting it, but slowly falling into it’s event horizon.”

“We can still escape.” He claimed. I knew we didn’t stand a chance.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 50 + prompt

This was written with the prompt orbit provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #201.

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The Victory (flash fiction)

The Victory

Meredith suddenly realised a year had passed since the zombie apocalypse. It had been close, but they had prevailed in the end and now things had finally settled down.

So many were missing, she thought as she went into the town centre. She had a busy day today of wandering mindlessly through town with all the others. She might be a zombie now, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t put in a full day of shambling. She mused it was such a shame they couldn’t get fresh human meat anymore, they all had to make do with livestock now.

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt to write a story that takes place a year later provided by the Carrot Ranch March 18 Flash Fiction Challenge.

PSA: Please don’t mistake my penchant for absurdist humour for social commentary. Please ensure you all get fully vaccinated for coronavirus. It’s the best way we can defeat the current pandemic.

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You Are Here (flash fiction)

You Are Here

I squeezed through the cave making for the sunlight. Once out, I beheld a wondrous vista of mountains, but to my horror I realised I wasn’t on Earth anymore.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 29

This was written with the prompt vista provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #200.

I’ve been in an odd funk the last few days. The 15th was the two year anniversary of the Christchurch Mosque Shootings. Fifty one people were killed, many of them not far from where I lived at the time. I still vividly remember all the police cars speeding down the road I lived on and the sense of horror and incredulity following it. I’ve been mulling on this lately. Two years later it still feels unreal and still doesn’t make any sense to me how something of this scale could have happened in my city.

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