Leaving (flash fiction)

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Leaving

 

Though her work for the company was quite pivotal, Lily found herself largely ignored there. She had worked for a number of years in accounting, but often felt she was passed over, forgotten, even taken for granted.

One day Lily decided to leave, as she wanted to work somewhere where she would be more valued and appreciated. She baked a cake for her last day of work there, to let everyone know what she thought of them. Lily believed it was her crowning glory: the cake was the shape of a large hand, with the middle finger fully extended.

 

Joanne Fisher

 

This was written with the prompt her crowning glory provided by the Carrot Ranch July 30 Flash Fiction Challenge.

 

 

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Noir (flash fiction)

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Noir

 

He followed the woman down the dark street. Suddenly he felt a gun in his back.

“Keep walking.” said the familiar voice of the man who had hired him. The woman turned around smiling.

The detective realised he had been set up.

 

 

Joanne Fisher

 

Word count: 42

 

This was written with the prompt noir provided by Deb Whittam’s 42 Words #21.

 

 

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Peristeronic (flash fiction)

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Peristeronic

 

“Pigeons?”

“Yes pigeons.”

“Why do you want to start breeding pigeons?”

“Because I like them.”

“Why? They’re virtually rats with wings!”

“That’s a bit harsh! If that’s how you think, you obviously know nothing peristeronic.”

“What now?”

“It means relating to pigeons.”

“Like I care? I have no desire to relate to pigeons.”

 

Joanne Fisher

 

Word count: 53

 

This was written with the prompt peristeronic provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #168.

 

 

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The Vision (flash fiction)

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The Vision

 

The crystal had shown terrible things. The Elder came out her dwelling. She clapped her hands and the entire village looked up at her.

“Humans are coming with axes to destroy our forest. We must protect it! All remaining archers need to go to our northern border. Falnek, take the children to the sacred Bloodwood.” There was sudden activity in the village. “Aalen, when the humans are defeated come back to us.” Aalen nodded and left with her wolf bounding in front of her.

The Elder looked over the village and her people. The crystal had shown terrible things.

 

Joanne Fisher

 

Word count: 99

 

This is a prequel to Aalen’s Saga.

 

This was written with the prompt to write a story to show what it is to protect nature around us provided by the Carrot Ranch July 23 Flash Fiction Challenge.

 

 

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Exodus (flash fiction)

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Exodus

 

The group trekked through the howling blizzard making for the hinterland, somewhere hopefully beyond the reach of the Ice Witch’s power. Ever since she had returned to her tower and taken control of the land from her eldritch obsidian throne, their world had become frozen.

Over the noise of the blizzard they could hear howling. The Queen’s shadow wolves were on their trail. Their only hope was to get beyond the land under the Queen’s control, but all they could see before them was boundless snow and ice.

 

Joanne Fisher

 

Word count: 87 + prompt

 

This was written with the prompt hinterland provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #166.

 

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The Red Dress (flash fiction)

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The Red Dress

 

“Isn’t this the most cutest dress ever?”

Olivia showed the limited edition red dress to her friend Kelly, who shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s okay.” Kelly replied looking over the other clothes in the store. Olivia loved this dress and was saving up. It would be hers in only a few days, the last one in stock.

The next day Kelly visited her.

“You know that dress you showed me? I decided to buy it.” Kelly took off her coat revealing the red dress Olivia had desired.

“It looks good on you.” Olivia heard herself say. Inside she was screaming.

 

Joanne Fisher

 

This was written with the prompt “scream inside your heart” for the Carrot Ranch July 16 Flash Fiction Challenge.

 

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Fringe? (flash fiction)

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Fringe

 

“So what do you do for a living?”

“I’m a particle physicist. I work at CERN with particle accelerators like the Large Hadron Collider.”

“Wow that’s really fringe stuff.”

“I don’t think so. We’re trying to understand what matter is made up of and how the Universe began. Important things for our knowledge of physics.”

“But we already know how that all started!”

“We do?”

“Yes of course! The Flying Spaghetti Monster created the Universe as we know it in his noodlely magnificence.”

“I’m not really a believer in things like that.”

“That’s okay. His Noodleness still loves you.”

 

Joanne Fisher

 

I wrote this for the Carrot Ranch International Flash Fiction Challenge. The prompt was fringe.

 

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The Wishing Well (flash fiction)

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The Wishing Well

 

On the path to the Faerie Market, Cindy came across a small stone well with a stone serpent running along the lip. The pixie alighted on her shoulder.

“It’s a true wishing well.” the pixie told her.

“What does it do?” Cindy asked.

“You cast something personal into the water and make a wish.” the pixie replied.

“Cast something valuable in, you mean?”

“Maybe, or something deeply personal, or even a stone you’ve been carrying in your hand as you walked through the forest.” Cindy smiled at his words.

“Does it work?”

“Verily it does. You wish for something, but here’s the catch: you can never tell anyone what you wished for, even if it comes to pass, or the wish will become undone.” the pixie warned.

Cindy stood there wishing for something deep in the confines of her heart. Then she cast the stone into the water.

 

Joanne Fisher

 

Word count: 148

 

This story follows on from Following the Pixie.

 

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #87.

 

 

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Therapy (flash fiction)

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Therapy

 

“It’s as though no one believes I’m a real person.” the man said as he lay back on the couch.

“Go on.” said the woman sitting on a chair writing notes.

“They seem to think I’m some fictitious entity intent on scamming all the time. I don’t know why.”

“I see. So how does that make you feel Mr Dorb?” asked the therapist.

“Please, call me Monreal. I guess I feel uncertain about how to change that perception.”

“Interesting, Monreal. I have another question for you.”

“Yes?”

“When you were making an appointment, why did you send me 574 emails?

 

Joanne Fisher

 

It’s currently 4:54 am and I can’t sleep. Outside it’s -3° Celsius.

 

This is my second take on the prompt of who is Monreal Dorb? provided by the Carrot Ranch July 9 Flash Fiction Challenge.

 

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Spam Spam Spam (flash fiction)

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Spam Spam Spam

 

Monreal Dorb, or was he Brad Romonel, or maybe Moral Broden, or even Ander Mordob? Infamous spammer and International Man of Mystery! Today he would spam a writing site with 574 posts. Not 575, but 574. The number had to be exact: the first three numbers he saw after waking up. The reason for his spamming? Monetary gain? No, he was a spamming purist. You couldn’t cheapen spamming with money. For him it was an art form, his mode of expression, as he gleefully clogged up internet sites with his posts. Why does he do it? Because he likes being a dick.

 

Joanne Fisher

 

This was written with the prompt Monreal Dorb provided by the Carrot Ranch July 9 Flash Fiction Challenge.

 

Here’s a link to the Monty Python Spam Song and how junk emails became known as spam.

 

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