Flash Fiction Challenge#7: The End



Thanks to everyone who participated in last months challenge.

This month is about the end, not the end of the world, but the end of a novel. Some novels can end abruptly, or with a philosophical reflection, or with a summation of previous events, or even a foreshadowing of a further story. However it occurs, one thing is assured: the story you’ve been currently reading or writing comes to a finish.

This month I want you to write the last paragraph of a novel you will probably never write. You can make it funny, silly, or even dead serious if you want to. There is no word limit, so make it as long (or short) as you require. Above all, have some fun with it.

If you do take part please leave a link to it in the comments below, or a pingback.


My attempt:


The Fires of Anger – final paragraph


Sylvia stood on the hilltop and looked down at the town below. The town was now completely on fire. All the people that had ever been nasty or horrid to her were now burning in those flames. Sylvia smiled. It is said that some people just want to watch the world burn, and Sylvia was definitely one of those people. Nothing made her happier than seeing the people she didn’t like, along with their homes, burning in flames. Once the town had burned down to her satisfaction, she loaded up her jeep with some new canisters of gasoline and got a fresh box of matches out of her glove compartment. Sylvia rubbed her hands together in glee. She was now ready for another adventure. She started up the engine and drove off in the direction of the next town.


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Flash Fiction Challenge #6: The Story So Far…

Containing Chaos by Michael Lang


Thanks to everyone who responded to last months challenge.

And now for something completely different… Ever read a synopsis of an ongoing serialised story and it’s the most convoluted mess you’ve ever read? There are either too many characters or too many dangling plot threads, or a completely nonsensical plot, if it even has one. This month’s challenge is to write an over the top Story So Far in 300 words or less. Be as weird and wacky as you want to be. New readers who have just come to your story and are reading the synopsis to find out what it is all about should be left thoroughly confused or thinking OMG what the hell?

The only real requirement is somewhere there has to be a duck in it.

As always provide a link to what you write in the comments or via a pingback.

And have some serious demented fun with this.

My attempt:


The Duck Of Chaos – The Story So Far…


Dr Tulip’s experiments into gravitational fields results in her favourite lawn furniture being eaten by a dimensional shambler who leaves a tear in the fabric of the space-time continuum in the middle of her bathroom. She is left wondering how she’s going to clean it now. Meanwhile Jill and Philip have an encounter with the same time-traveling duck. Both of them come to suspect that the duck is the one responsible for the quantum tangling of the once observable universe and the teleportation of the entire town of Ashburton thirty kilometres to the west. After a satellite crashes into Stuart’s house he suddenly develops superpowers that allow him to telepathically summon aphids. He sets off with his grand aphid army to conquer the world but accidentally runs into Denise who unexpectedly bites his head off and assumes control of his army and who then promptly sends them off to annoy her ex-boyfriend Dennis and his new partner, an old hardened lump of cheese that has somehow gained sentience and now calls itself Brian. Meanwhile Sandy somehow inexplicably finds herself in the middle of the Pacific Ocean after walking down the road to get her prescription from the local chemist. She is saved from drowning by a friendly seal who has developed a close friendship with a narwhal and a penguin who has lost it’s way. They all swim to safety while attempting to sing jolly sea shanties. While they are doing this Dr Entropy comes to realise all the latest disturbances are being caused by the Universe simultaneously collapsing in on itself and growing exponentially outwards. He prescribes himself two aspirin and has a lie down. Dr Tulip finally fills up a bucket of hot soapy water and enters the bathroom only to find a duck sitting in her washbasin…


I want to write that story now…


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Flash Fiction Challenge #5: Magic

Fire Breath by Caio Monteiro


It’s time for the monthly Jedigirl Flash Fiction Challenge. Sadly last months didn’t get a response, but I’m pressing on regardless. What is magic? Things can be magic like experiences or relationships we have with people. Magic spells can create or destroy, bewitch or befuddle, protect or make vulnerable. Magic can save us from the mundane, give us new insights, and strip away the veneer of illusion or create them. It can transport us to new worlds or let us see our own one in a new way.

Write a story, a poem, or a piece of fiction using the prompt magic (or magical, magician, etc.) in 100 words exactly. Please either post a link or a pingback to your work in the comments.  And please have fun with it 🙂

My attempt:



Bronwyn stood her ground as the dragon rose up before her. Without warning it breathed a torrent of furnace-hot fire onto her. Luckily the magic spells cast on her for protection were holding. All she had to do now was get in closer and then only have to contend with the dragon’s razor sharp teeth, adamantine claws, and a long tail that could send her flying. Of course it could also then decide to use it’s wings and fly high above her breathing more flames on her again. Fighting dragons wasn’t an easy task, but Bronwyn always liked a challenge.


Joanne Fisher


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Flash Fiction Challenge #4: Darkness

Velvet Dreams by Andy Hep


It’s time for the monthly Jedigirl Flash Fiction Challenge. Where I live it’s starting to get colder and the nights are getting longer. It’s making me think more about the dark and what exists there. So this month’s prompt is darkness.

Write a story, a poem, or a piece of fiction using the prompt in 100 words exactly. Please either post a link or a pingback to your work in the comments.  And please have fun with it 🙂

My attempt:




Shelley opened her eyes in the darkness. Tonight was going to be very special. It was the first night she would get to hunt on her own. She had only recently been turned, and now it was time to prove herself as a vampire.

She walked out of the crypt in anticipation for tonight’s blood feast, but almost immediately she felt a thud in her chest. She looked down and saw a wooden stake was now lodged in her heart. The last thing she saw was a young blonde woman with a determined look on her face standing before her.


Joanne Fisher


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Flash Fiction Challenge #3: Sail

The Navigator by Bob Kehl


This is my third monthly Flash Fiction Challenge. Your goal is to write a piece of fiction, poem, or an extract from a longer story that uses the world sail (or sails, sailing, etc.) in 100 words exactly. Either use it as a noun or a verb. If you do this challenge please leave a link to it in the comments or a pingback. Please have fun with it 🙂




Anne looked through her spyglass at the islands in front of her. She was hoping for a sheltered bay where they could hide for a few days. All the ships sails had been unfurled to make use of any breath of wind available. She gazed upwards at the topgallants starting to fill with a breeze. They needed to pick up speed. She could hear the ropes straining and the timbers creaking. She looked behind for signs of the English ships that were hunting them. Luckily they hadn’t been seen yet. If only they could sail to some hidden cove unobserved…


Joanne Fisher


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Flash Fiction Challenge #2: Track



This is my second monthly Flash Fiction Challenge. Your goal is to write a piece of fiction, poem, or an extract from a longer story that uses the world track (or tracks, tracked, tracking, etc.) in 100 words exactly. Either use it as a noun or a verb. If you do this challenge please leave a link to it in the comments or a pingback. Have fun with it 🙂




There was a figure hiding in the bushes. Aalen knew they had an arrow trained on her, just as she had one trained on them. With her heart beating loudly she slowly rose. The other figure did the same. It was a human female with long black hair.

“My name is Aalen. I’m tracking some humans who slaughtered my village.”

“My name is Ashalla. Also known as The Black Arrow. I’m hunting down this group of soldiers too.”

Though her heart was full of hate Aalen slowly lowered her bow. Ashalla did the same. They both stared at one another.


Joanne Fisher


Aalen’s story: previous episode


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Flash Fiction Challenge #1: Gasoline


I’m missing my usual flash fiction challenge prompts, so I thought I would create my own.

Using the prompt gasoline write a short story, poem, or an excerpt from a longer work. The piece you write has to be 100 words exactly.

Please share a link to what you write in the comments and have fun with it 🙂


Here’s my attempt:




I drove the stake deep into his chest. His eyes opened wide as he looked at me in shocked surprise while blood hemorrhaged out of his mouth. But it wasn’t his blood it was mine and probably other people’s too that he had taken from us. When he lost consciousness I dragged him outside into the sunlight and doused gasoline all over his body and then set it alight. I watched as his body burned away to ash. When I looked up I saw many people staring at me in horror. They didn’t understand: he was the monster, not me.


Joanne Fisher


As a side note I thought I would mention that gasoline is actually an American term, where I live we call it petrol, but I decided to keep it American since many of the people that follow my blog live there.


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Happy Halloween

This post talks about Halloween, provides a prompt, and finishes with a story.

For some reason I’ve always quite liked Halloween. It’s maybe not as big here as it is in the United States, but it’s still a notable event. That said as I’m in the Southern Hemisphere it’s Spring here rather than Autumn, so the days are getting warmer rather than colder so it probably has a different feeling here in some ways. Our Christmases are also very different as they are celebrated here in the blazing heat…

I began to research the origins of Halloween and ended up going down a rabbit hole of various theories such as Halloween originated from the Celtic festival of Samhain, or it was a Christianised version of it, or the early Church began Halloween separately from other ancient festivals, or its origins is in the Roman feast of Pomona (the goddess of fruits and seeds), or in the festival of the dead called Parentalia. As I said various theories… I then consulted my copy of the abridged Golden Bough that was left to me by my father. Frazer equates Halloween with Samhain. He states that along with Beltane it was one of the two fire festivals of the Celts. Beltane ushered in Summer while Samhain ushered in the Winter, and also seems to be the beginning of the Celtic New Year. But not only did it transition Autumn to Winter, it was also regarded to be the time when souls of the departed were supposed to revisit their old homes in order to warm themselves by the fire and to comfort themselves with the good cheer provided by their kinfolk and also the time for witches and fairies to let loose.

The custom of trick or treating is also very interesting. I was once told originally it meant that the person being visited either gave a treat or did a trick, rather than either giving a treat or having something mischievous done to you as it does now, yet I’ve never read anything that backs this idea up.

According to Wikipedia: “In North America, trick-or-treating has been a Halloween tradition since the late 1920s. In Britain and Ireland the tradition of going house to house collecting food at Halloween goes back at least as far as the 16th century, as had the tradition of people wearing costumes at Halloween. In 19th century Britain and Ireland, there are many accounts of people going house to house in costume at Halloween, reciting verses in exchange for food, and sometimes warning of misfortune if they were not welcomed.[1] The Scottish Halloween custom of “guising” – children disguised in costume going from house to house for food or money;[2] – is first recorded in North America in 1911 in Ontario, Canada.[3] While going house to house in costume has remained popular among Scots and Irish, the custom of saying “trick or treat” has only recently become common.

Word prompt: Trick

Write a story or a poem using this prompt of up to 250 words. Please link this post to the prompt and please link the finished poem or story in the comments.

And now, storytime 🙂

The Trick

Olivia woke up in the early evening. She sleepily reached for her clock and saw that it was six o’clock. The sun was only now beginning to set and which meant she hadn’t slept in. She lay in bed for a moment reflecting on what needed to be done in the night ahead. Her thinking was interrupted by knocking on the front door. She expected her servant to answer it, but continued knocking suggested he wasn’t able to and whomever was knocking was not going away.

Grumpily she got out bed and threw on a black robe and then hastened up the stairs. When she got to the wide double doors that marked the entrance to her mansion she threw them open to be met by three small children with an adult male behind them.

“Trick or treat!” The children screamed out as soon she opened the door.

“I’m sorry?”

“Trick or treat!” They repeated.

“And what is that?” She asked confused.

“You have to give us some candy or we do a trick on you.” The tallest child, a boy who was dressed as a skeleton, informed her.

“Oh!” She exclaimed.

“It’s for Halloween. Though I thought you would know that since you’ve put a costume on.” The man informed her.

“A costume?”

“Well you’ve obviously dressed up as a vampire with your very pale skin and your long red hair. Is that a wig by the way?” He asked her.

She felt very confused. She hadn’t dressed up as a vampire, she was a vampire. But she thought given the circumstances maybe it would be best if she played along.

“Oh yes. Sorry!” She gave a nervous laugh. “I forgot I had already got dressed in a costume.”

“Do you have any candy for us?” Asked the second tallest, a girl dressed as a witch.

“I’m afraid not. I don’t usually have candy here.” She told them. They all seemed disappointed, even the little blob covered in a sheet, which she presumed was meant to be a ghost.

“We’re sorry to have troubled you.” Said the man. “We’ve only just moved here and I thought I would take the children trick or treating since it was Halloween.” The children all began to walk away dejectedly.

“Wait a moment! Do you want to see a trick?” She asked the children. They spun round looking really excited and came back up to the front door expectantly.

“Yes!” They all cried in unison.

“Okay here goes.” Olivia said to them.

And then she turned into a bat, adding a lot of smoke as she did so to make it look like it was some sort of effect. She fluttered around the doorway for a moment and then turned back into her usual form, again making sure to add smoke to it as she did so.

The children just stood there in awe with open mouths.

“That was so cool!” The tallest one said enthusiastically.

“Wow! Where did you learn to do that? Are you some sort of magician?” The father said impressed.

“Yes. In a way.” Olivia replied.

“Do you do birthdays?” He asked. Olivia grimaced briefly.

“I’m afraid not.” She replied. He seemed disappointed.

“Well we better go. Thanks for showing us that incredible trick. As I said we’ve only just moved here so you’ll probably be seeing a lot more of us in the days ahead.” He smiled and led the children away while they smiled and waved goodbye to her.

Olivia closed the door behind them. Next year she would get Igor to make sure the house was well stocked with candy.

Joanne Fisher

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