Coffee House? (micro fiction)

Coffee House?

“Shall we get some lunch there?”

“Coffee House? What does that mean?”

“What do you think it means?”

“A house made of coffee?”

“No, it’s a place that serves coffee, among other things.”

“Oh, that makes more sense.”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 38

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #209.

I’ve had a busy day today and I’m feeling rather tired, so I’ll continue with part four of Reckoning tomorrow.

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Dunk Me First (micro fiction)

Dunk Me First

“She’ll pick me next!”

“No she’ll obviously pick me.”

“You’re both wrong! I’m the next in line.”

“I’m hoping she’ll dunk me first.”

“Dunk?”

“Yeah she puts you in her mug of tea and you go all soft and mushy, and so you just fall apart when she puts you in her mouth.”

“Ooh I so want to be dunked now.”

They all waited there expectantly for the next time she selected one of them from their packet.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 78

Being dunked from the biscuits (or cookies if you’re American) perspective…

I know I said I was taking a break for a few days, but this piece came into my head and I had to write it.

This was written with the prompt dunk provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #283.

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The Witching Hour (Day 13, 13 Days of Samhain)

The Witching Hour

The group of friends sat in the living room watching television. One of them checked her watch and smiled.

“Hey it’s the Witching Hour!” She announced. They all swung around and looked at her.

“So let’s get witching!” Another declared. They began pulling off their skin like it was clothing to reveal green skin underneath. Cackling, they then put on their robes and black hats.

“Fly my pretties!” One said as they mounted their broomsticks and flew out the door one by one. They swooped around the town a few times cackling out loud, and then flew off into the night.

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt The Witching Hour provided by Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain.

This is the final one. Thanks to Sammi Cox for all the prompts. They’ve been fun to do. I’ll be taking a break for a few days as I need to do another draft of my fantasy novel.

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Opposites (micro fiction)

Opposites

“Opposites attract.”

“How are we opposites? We’re both female.”

“You’re alive and I’m undead.”

“Surely the opposite of alive is dead?”

“Well technically I’m dead.”

“Could a relationship between a human and a vampire even work?”

“I’m don’t know, but I’m willing to find out.”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 44 + prompt

This was written with the prompt opposite provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #282.

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Rising Up (Day 2, 13 Days of Samhain)

Art by Seb McKinnon

Rising Up

“Get up lazy bones!” The necromancer commanded. I figured I had only died quite recently, but found all my flesh had rotted away and I was nothing but bone. It must have been longer than I realised.

Despite all that, I rose up from my grave and followed him with all the other reanimated skeletons who were also rising from their graves ready to do his bidding.

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt lazy bones provided by Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain.

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Collywobbles (micro fiction)

Collywobbles

They were both asleep, the curtains keeping out the sunlight. Below them was the sound of movement. They both woke up alarmed.

“What was that?” Katherine asked.

“I don’t know, but it’s giving me the collywobbles.” Sylvia remarked.

“Collywobbles? You’re a vampire, an apex predator!” They heard the sound of heavy footsteps coming up the stairway. They held onto each other in fright as the door slowly creaked open…

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 68 + prompt

I think Sylvia and Katherine sleep in a bed as I can’t imagine coffins being that comfortable, and they are hedonists.

This was written with the prompt collywobbles provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #281.

Collywobbles can mean 1. stomach pain or queasiness, or 2. intense anxiety or nervousness (which is the definition I’ve used).

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Feeding Time (micro fiction)

Artwork by M Matiagi

Feeding Time

“Why did you run amok through those people?” Katherine asked.

“I was hungry.” Sylvia explained.

“You need to control your impulses.”

“Excuse me? I’ve been a vampire longer than you.”

“At least I can contain myself.”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 35 + prompt

This was written with the prompt amok provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #280.

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The Way Through (micro fiction)

Fantasy Forest by renanrdgs

The Way Through

Passage through the forest was viable she had been informed, but the forest itself was inhabited by elves who shot humans on sight, apparently. Nevertheless, she plunged into the forest while making as little noise as possible.

“Human!’ A voice said from the treetops. “What are you doing here?”

“Just passing through.” She replied nervously.

“Keep moving!” The voice commanded. She moved as fast as she could. When she eventually came back out into the sunlight, she reckoned she heard laughter behind her.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 82 + prompt

This was written with the prompt viable provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #278.

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No Deal (micro fiction)

No Deal

“You reneged on our agreement, so I’m afraid we can no longer do business together.” She informed him.

“We never had an agreement since we never pinky sweared on it.” He told her.

“Pinky sweared? We’re adults. Adults don’t close agreements with a pinky swear.” She replied incredulously.

“Says you!”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 49 + prompt

This was written with the prompt renege provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #277.

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Late Night Incident (micro fiction)

Late Night Incident

Sara knocked on my door late one evening. There were bruises on her face and a nasty cut on her arm, which I quickly bandaged before taking her to the hospital and contacting the police. Why this beautiful woman was living with such a violent man I couldn’t fathom. If she had been into women, I would have gladly lived with her.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 61 + prompt

This was written with the word prompt bandage provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #276.

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