Caught (flash fiction)

Caught

Thinking he was alone, Kyle dressed up in his sister’s clothes. Looking in the mirror, he wondered if he was really a girl. Just then Hannah unexpectedly walked through the doorway.

“What are you doing in my room freak?” she asked. In a panic he ran to his own bedroom. A short time later Hannah knocked on his door. “Can I have my dress back? That one doesn’t fit you anyway. Here are some of my older ones that would be more your size. Just don’t go in my room again.”

She left Kyle a box full of clothes.

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt dressing up provided by the Carrot Ranch January 14 Flash Fiction Challenge.

This is the second one I’ve done on the prompt, though the first one I wrote. LGBT issues are not often as crowd pleasing as other subjects…

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Šī¸2021 Joanne Fisher

Tenacious (flash fiction)

Tenacious

No one had expected Amelia to survive her death, but here she was standing by the grave she had just dug up from. It had been difficult at first, but her will to endure overcame any problems digging through the earth had posed. She was alive. She was tenacious. She was immortal now.

Amelia walked out of the graveyard. Having overcome death, it was now time to feed, and she was so very hungry.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 73 + prompt

This was written with the prompt tenacious provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #192.

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Šī¸2021 Joanne Fisher

Dressing Up (flash fiction)

Dressing Up

As the sun set, they rose out of their coffins in the crypt.

“Shall we hope someone walks through the graveyard tonight? Or shall we get dressed up and go into town?” asked Samantha.

“Yes let’s go into town!” Katherine replied.

They dressed up in their finest gowns and coats, then headed off. When they got to town they were surprised by the sheer number of people there.

“Are you going to choose one?” Samantha asked after a while.

“There’s just too many of them! I can’t decide!” Katherine replied. Samantha rolled her eyes. Why did this always happen?

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt dressing up provided by the Carrot Ranch January 14 Flash Fiction Challenge.

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The Final Match (flash fiction)

The Final Match

All things going well, he would be the World Champion by the end of today. Even in the last few weeks his skills had been better tempered in the crucible of battle.

Before him was the arena. He was now ready. Cameras from the world’s press ringed the room waiting to see every move made in this match. As he strode in, camera lights flashed all around him and people cheered and clapped making it seem like the whole world was there.

He stared down his opponent. Now it would finally begin. With everyone watching, he moved his pawn forward.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 100

This was written with the prompt crucible provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #191.

I did consider making it tiddlywinks, but I’m a huge fan of chess…

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2021 Joanne Fisher

That’s No Butterfly (flash fiction)

That’s No Butterfly

In the garden Katy saw the most beautiful butterfly fluttering by the roses. Out of nowhere a stone went flying past, only narrowly missing it. Katy turned to see her brother Scott was there about to throw another stone.

“Why are you throwing stones at the butterfly?” Katy demanded.

“That’s no butterfly!” Scott replied. Looking closer, Katy saw it was actually a fairy.

“It’s beautiful!” she said putting her hand out. The fairy landed, then unsheathed a sword and plunged it deep into her palm. “Ow! That fairy stabbed me!”

“Why do you think I’m throwing stones at it?”

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt of using both a butterfly and stones provided by the Carrot Ranch January 7 Flash Fiction Challenge.

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Šī¸2021 Joanne Fisher

Sight Seeing (flash fiction)

Sight Seeing

It was the third day of Jess and Cindy’s holiday and they wandered through the town to see the “sights”. As it was a small coastal town, there wasn’t much to see. A local pointed to the lighthouse that stood out from the rest of the town, like the proverbial sore thumb. The local told them it was the town’s most notable structure and any tourists that came to the town always visited it.

“Well that’s not surprising, since there’s nothing else to see here.” Jess answered. The local looked offended and wandered off.

“Play nice with the locals Jess.” Cindy reminded her. Jess grunted.

“Sorry, the hike yesterday left me feeling tired.” Jess explained. Both the women looked up at the lighthouse. Cindy giggled. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing really. It just reminds of what we’ve got in our bedroom drawer at home.” Cindy replied. Jess started giggling with her.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 150

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #113.

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Šī¸2021 Joanne Fisher

The Puddle to Another World (flash fiction)

The Puddle to Another World

Sandra didn’t understand. When she looked into the puddle she saw a stone church reflected in the water, but there was no such church. It should have reflected the car park building that was actually there. Maybe there had been a church at that location in the past, she wondered.

Confused, she knelt down and touched the water. Her hand went through the puddle. To her surprise, she fell into the blue sky.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 73

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #112. I wasn’t planning on writing this now, but the idea just suddenly popped into my head…

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Šī¸2021 Joanne Fisher

Dungeon Crawl (flash fiction)

Dungeon Crawl

Our party went further down the cavern until we heard voices, so we hid among the rocks. The fighter unsheathed his sword while I nocked an arrow getting ready to fire. The cleric gently put his hand on my arm.

“What are you doing my elven friend?”

“Getting ready to shoot. Those voices are from troglodytes. We must wipe them out.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Because they’re evil.” I explained.

“Evil? And yet you’re the one breaking into their home planning to kill them all, including their children.” he replied. “So what does that make you?”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 95

This was written with the prompt troglodyte provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #189. In Dungeons and Dragons, troglodytes are a monster.

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Šī¸2020 Joanne Fisher

Awakening (flash fiction/repost)

Awakening

Steff dived into the water. She really needed to be alone. Under the surface she stayed submerged holding her breath for as long as she could.

Today another girl had kissed her. Her friend Kate. What did it mean? Initially she was shocked, but then realised she had liked it. Kate and her had been friends for only a short time, but they had since become inseparable doing everything together. That afternoon they had both been lying on Kate’s bed talking about things in their life, and then suddenly Kate leaned in and the next thing Steff knew was that they were kissing. It was unexpected. Her whole body had suddenly felt electrified with Kate’s lips on hers and their skin touching… Suddenly feeling panicked she quickly ran out of the room and now, here she was under the water where she always went when she needed to be alone to think.

She had never felt anything for guys but had always assumed that one day she would meet one she liked and eventually they would get married and have kids etc, as was expected of her. She had never realised that maybe she was attracted to other girls, not until today that was. When Kate had kissed her what made her run away in shock was that for the first time in her life she had felt something. It was as though all this time she had been sleepwalking through her life and now she had awakened; no longer feeling dead inside like the unfeeling robot she seemed to be.

Steff emerged out of the cold water. There on the shore was Kate, waiting for her.

Joanne Fisher

I originally wrote this for a prompt, but went way over the word limit. This was originally posted in October 2018. Over the next couple of weeks I’ll be reposting some earlier stories along with some new ones.

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Šī¸2020 Joanne Fisher

Languid (flash fiction)

Languid

“Hey Suzanne, wanna play some tennis?” Marie asked.

“No, I’m happy here.” Suzanne replied as she lay in the sun.

“For goodness sake! Ever since we got here you’ve hardly moved a muscle. I never thought you’d be so lazy on this holiday!’ Marie complained. Suzanne looked up at her surprised.

“What exactly are holidays for then?”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 57

This was written with the prompt languid provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #188.

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Šī¸2020 Joanne Fisher