This week’s photo prompt is provided by artycaptures.wordpress.com. Thank you artycaptures!
“Oh no! I’m not trying that!” Stella curls her nose at the streaming cup before her.
“Just try it once. You’ll be hooked, just like me!” Mortimer inches it across the table at her.
“No! I’ll have none of that gruel!” Stella pushes it back, spilling half of it on the table.
They both watch as the foamy paste slowly deflates into a pool of red, orange clumps surrounded by water.
“I told you! Look at what you choose over our natural food!” Stella stands up her long pale face grimacing at her mate. “This is the reason our kind are disappearing! All processed foods!”
“It’s really good, though. You don’t have to hang out on dark alleys for food.” Mortimer looks at his spindly hands wringing then together. ” I suppose the thrill isn’t there. Pitty, that.”
“Shut the hell up! You are a vampire! You’re drinking blood substitute for a Kuerig!” Stella points out the blasphemous device. “Mother was right about you!”
Word count 158
Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Dorothy. Thank you!
“Boys, WHAT does the Sign say!” Glenda smiles at her transgressers.
Two boys halt as if caught in a spider’s web. They hop off the tandom bike together.
“Ugh. We just live over there. We always cut through here.” Joshua looks back at his younger brother.
“There’s a path. You make that by going over and over my lawn!” Glenda puts her right hand on her hip. Her left hand circles around the boys.
Slowly the boys leave the ground.
“I can keep you off the lawn in more than one way. Allow me to show you the only nice way!” Glenda cackles in laughter.
“Joshua! Let’s get out of here!” Thomas spinning his arms thinking of he flies like a bird it may help.
“Just let’s us go, please!” Joshua shakes as he sees what she had done to them. “We won’t ever did it again. Promise!”
“I know you will only be able to do it once more!” Glenda moves her right hand upward toward the left. She makes a line with hands moving opposite directions. ” I know.”
The boys fall Earthward. They jump on the bike never to be seen hete again.
Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writers, details available at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/08/07/fffaw-challenge-week-of-august-8-2017/
This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. Thank you TJ!
“Pine island only reachable by boat….. Or kayak” George’s voice peaks and finishes the pitch to get away.
“You are serious?! It’s a long way for a first trip.” Bridget knows the look on his face. “Someone owes me…if I do this.”
Bridget stares up at the Sun. The waves of turquoise wash over her. Her body rides the tide.
Her mind plays the conversion over and over again.
The scene of the two red kayaks on the beach. The soft wind plays on every sense. Smells of salt. Palm leaves flex and sing. Warm caress of the Sun. A weird sensation of blood in her mouth.
George briefly smiles. A sharp point about the shoulder blade. Bridget falls. George looks down upon her. Then the water covers her.
“A new start for us! I told you if i couldn’t have you… Noone would!” George smiles again.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by J.S. Brand. Thank you J.S. for our photo prompt!
“Mom tells me not to go there.” Rufus kicks a small stone watching it bounce down the street.
“You can’t go there. There are big kids up there. They’ll tear you apart!” Ralph truss taking sense to him.
“I’m going up there. Let’s both go up there. Its a real playground with swings.” Rufus stands and points up the hill.
“I’ll go halfway. But I’m not getting worked over by those big kids.” Ralph looks at his feet.
“Come on Ralphie. I’m going to the top. I’ll wave if no-one is up there. We can play like big kids!” Rufus smiles with a few missing teeth and runs up the stairs.
“Hey wait for me!” Ralph gets caught up and forgets to stop half way.
“See…. I …… told ….. you.” Rufus fights lack of breath to speak.
“There’s no-one here. There swings and slides and baseball diamonds. It’s all ours!” Ralph looks excited about the forbidden play ground. “I’m going to sit on merry-go-around till i can breath. Mom’s gonna kill is of she finds out we’re up here.”
“Don’t tell her then” Rufus replies
Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. details available at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/07/17/fffaw-challenge-week-of-july-18-2017/
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Grant-Sud. Thank you Grand-Sud for our photo prompt!
Teddy surveys his ground. He stands at the edge of the rainbow world. The shadow of gloom awaits him. The nexis of the color fade crisis lies ahead.
“Solo spots of color dot the landscape. The other world is so dark. Not even leaves for their trees!” his voice filled in disbelief.
His eyes look over dark clothes. His dull tone speaks “Best to fit in. Why they tell that I’ll never know.”
In a flash he jumps down and descending stairs to the street.
Mr Crayola enters the dark world. One idea on how tokeep the darkness from wiping out rainbow world.
Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer details available at https://lfffaw-challenge-week-of-july-11-2017/
His forked tongue flicks. Tasting the world. Looking down upon the many people scattering about like giant ants in concrete and glass hills.
“Look up young man!” Satan:s voice softly sings striking ears like lightning.
“Whoa! You’re a snake! It’s a talking snake! I got to post this.” Reuben snaps a pic. His thumbs open and create viral thread instantly.
“Reuben. I’ll give you the most beautiful woman. You’ll live like a king. Just did my bidding. What do you say?” Satan smiles his reptilian best “You know a million followers too!”
“I have 120k now. 60 likes on your pic alone. ” Reuben stares at the screen in his hand. “There’s a new phone out. I really don’t want to keep using this 6 month old phone.”
Satan watches his victim walk off.
“I thinking that Steve guy was my best find yet.’ Satan snaps his tail and looks for another garden.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Kecia Spartin. Thank you Kecia!
Written as part of a challenge calledFlash Fictionfor the Aspiring Writer, detailsavailable at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/07/03/fffaw-challenge-week-of-july-4-2017-2/
John Proud sits on the porch. His eyes lock on the SUV and the family spilling out.
“Dad, the devil. It would be so cool.” little Frankie waves frantically.
“That’s stupid! An alien. Yeah, we would be the coolest house ever.” Ronnie pulls back her hair and checks to see is anyone else is there.
“Here’s the black bear you wanted, honey” Dad points the waist high critter.
“We can’t afford $350 for a wooden bear!” Mom rolls her eyes at the audacity of someone charging that price.
“There is a spirit within them. You place one of these at your home. Never worry. Defend from everything.” John revels himself from the shadows. His smile and cowboy hat seem hard to hide.
“Go on.” Dad smiles like he is watching an act.
“The bear will scratch and claw an object of anyone who does wrong on your land.” John scratches at the air.
“The alien will remove them.” John looks to the sky
“What about the devil?” Dad asks.
“Thats the divorce special” John looks at Mom. “Hell hath no fury”
Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Wrier. Details available at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/06/26/fffaw-challenge-week-of-june-27-2017/
Photo Credit :Footy and Foodie
‘This doesn’t seem secluded.” Bridget’s eyes see a lot full of cars.
“Maybe the beach is bigger than we think.” Bill can’t believe the hour drive ends here.”Let’s go look at the ocean and those stars. Brighter than any where on the coast!”
“Yeah, that’s what a website said. Isolated too. Let’s get it over with.” Brigdet uses her total waste of time voice.
The edge of the parking lot leads to a trail that snakes down a sheer cliff. The Sun plunges into red waves below. Soft lights illuminates the way. The surf calls out and draws like a magnet. A soft breeze sings in a low voice.
About halfway down Bill reaches to touch Bridget’s right arm. “Down there. See the candles. There’s got to be fifty people in that circle.”
“Bill, we are out of here! I don’t want to know and don’t want them seeing us either.” Bridget stops in her tracks.
“Too late.” Bill points out the circle changing shape.
Written as part of a challenge calledflash fiction for aspiring writers, details available at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/06/19/fffaw-challenge-week-of-june-20-2017/
Geoffrey watches the morning light turn to harsh noon. The shadows fade away fron the stately halls. Tapestries with rich colors retreat to washed out halls. Distance voices race down halls. The tours are starting again.
His pale face and hollow eyes dim. The children bring a challenge to his type. The adults look past him and sometimes walk through him. Time changes things for the living. Today will be tomorrow for Geoffrey again.
“Hey, I think I see a ghost!” a high-pitched voice rises above the crowd.
Geoffrey waves and smiles. The adults never understand the kids reaction of wonder and fright.
Written as part of a challenge called flash fiction for aspiring writers . Details are available at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/06/12/fffaw-challenge-week-of-june-13-2017-2/
Thank you MajesticGoldenRose for our photo prompt this week!
I stand at the roadside.
The sea slides so softly against the sand. Bisbee Bay, a mecca of gentle summer days that last forever. Whose touch on the memory vanish like morning dew.
I state into a postcard.
Gone are the floats of plastic trash. No Styrofoam cups or grocery bags. The place is smaller now. My eyes aren’t the same. The smell is different. The people aren’t families. Their faces carry weight of misery.
I get back in my car. Going back is not always a good idea.
Written as part ofa challenge called Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writersttps://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/05/22/fffaw-challenge-week-of-may-23-2017/