Protest (flash fiction)





An angry crowd had gathered outside protesting the sweeping new laws passed by the Government.

“How can I create art if there’s no more human misery and suffering?” shouted the artist.

“Now I can afford to feed, clothe, and house all my kids without having to work three jobs. HOW DARE YOU!” screamed a woman.

“But I wanted all my money to be sucked up by the global billionaires!” another man complained.

“Now I can have decent healthcare. What made you think I wanted that?”

“The environment cleaned up? Who said we wanted a utopia?” a woman cried out.


Joanne Fisher


Word count: 99


I have a liking for absurdist humour, you may have already noticed that…


This was written with the prompt protest provided by the Carrot Ranch Jan 16 Flash Fiction Challenge.



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CCC#62: Just Zip It (flash fiction)



Just Zip It


Teri was proud of the name of her new shop and was certain it would help bring in the customers, this time. Her previous efforts had all ended disastrously: first there was her “Odd Sock Emporium” which didn’t overly excite the public, and then her “Rat Trap Shack” which also spectacularly failed in the marketplace. It was third time lucky, she hoped. She was sure her new shop full of zips would finally bring her the success she had dreamed of. It had any zip anyone could possibly want, and the quirky name “Just Zip It” which would surely help it stick out in the minds of the shoppers.

This was the morning she finally opened the doors of her new enterprise. She stood there with a smile frozen on her face waiting for the crowds to come. Any moment now.


Joanne Fisher


Word count: 141


This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #62.



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CCC#61: Unsure (flash fiction)





Jess and Cindy were scouting out possible wedding locations. They had come to this particular place as it had been recommended by a friend. It was a large building that was mostly glass, and looked like an oversized glasshouse to Cindy.

It was surprisingly nice and cool on the inside. The rooms used for weddings and the reception were equally a good size. Cindy tried to imagine them full of people and flowers.

Though Jess seemed to like the place, Cindy was more doubtful. For the amount of money they were asking to book the place, on the outside it looked like it was in a state of disrepair. There were huge amounts of rust, and it could also do with a decent clean. You would think they would spend some of that large amount of money they were charging people on some decent upkeep of the place, Cindy reckoned.


Joanne Fisher


Word count: 150


This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #61.



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Return to the Farm (flash fiction)



Return to the Farm


After their wedding, Jess and Cindy returned to the farm. They stood at the doorway.

“Since you’re my wife now, I guess I should carry you over the threshold.” Jess suggested. Cindy put her hands on her hips.

“Excuse me? You’re my wife too. Maybe I should be the one who carries you?” Cindy objected. Jess laughed.

“With those slender arms? You’d be lucky to pick me up.” Jess countered.

“We’ll see about that!” Cindy replied defiantly. To Jess’s surprise Cindy strongly picked her up and carried her over threshold.

“I love it when you act butch.” Jess laughed.


Joanne Fisher


This was written with the prompt about a carried wife provided by the Carrot Ranch January 9 Flash Fiction Challenge.



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Complex (micro fiction) + recent baking





“I don’t like this scar.” Eileen covered her face. She had developed a complex about it.

“It’s not that bad.” Ashleigh responded.

They were lost in a building complex where Eileen was to be examined. The directions had turned out to be rather complex.


Joanne Fisher


Word count: 41 + prompt


This was written with the prompt complex provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #137. This prompt was from a couple of weeks ago…


A couple of days ago I made some pizza:


And tonight I made some bread:



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Freedom! (flash fiction)





I squeezed through the small gap in the wire, and then I was free. I had finally escaped my prison. I ran down the path towards the forest and freedom. After a short time I could hear the footsteps of my captors behind me. They knew I had escaped, and were giving chase. I vowed I would get away this time. It was to no avail however: a large hand suddenly scooped me up.

“Aw! The little fella tried to escape the hutch again. We’ll just have to make sure there are no more gaps in the wire netting.”


Joanne Fisher


This was written with the prompt hutch provided by the Carrot Ranch January 2 Flash Fiction Challenge.



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CCC#60: Down the Drain (flash fiction)


Down the Drain


Zuruzarog lived in the slimy drain. Over the years she grew until her tentacles stretched out into the stinking pool. She fed on rats and the occasional bird. What she really wanted was one of those bipedal creatures that walked by. She reckoned they would be tasty.

One day a man came close to the pool inspecting it. Just come a bit closer! thought Zuruzarog.

“I’ll have to complain to the Council about this pool. It stinks! I’ll write a strongly worded letter to the paper as well!” He declared.

To Zuruzarog it was just noise. These creatures made peculiar grunting sounds. The man leaned in closer and her tentacles shot out dragging him in. After quickly swallowing him, she spat him out. These creatures were revolting! She gargled some fetid water to get rid of the taste.

The man, now wet and covered in slime, ran off in terror.


Joanne Fisher


Word count: 150


This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #60.



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