FFAW – Not Anymore

This week’s photo prompt is provided by shivamt25.

“I am not a coffee drinker anymore! Remember” Mia states as she places her sunglasses across the coffee mug.

“Ok… why did you want to meet here?” Myles looks puzzled

“Coffee is plantation stuff. Horrible labor conditions and chemicals.” Mia thumbs at her phone “Can’t believe anyone drinks the stuff”

“And we are here because…” Myles tries again.

“The Danish are to die for.” Mia talks at the phone.

“GMO’s in the wheat and corn. Hormones in the beef. You know that.” Myles contests ” There’s a reason we never go out to eat anymore.”

96 words

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Ghost in the Condo – FFAW

“Mr Allen, we have your complaint about strange noises.” A dead voice of a bored man spills out of the phone.

“I’m one of twelve people with the same noises, the same lights! It’s hard to sleep with all this going on! Do you happen to live here?!” Martin yells into his cell phone.

“Mr Allen, we have your complaint about strange noises.” A dead voice of a bored man spills out of the phone.

“I’m one of twelve people with the same noises, the same lights! It’s hard to sleep with all this going on! Do you happen to live here?!” Martin yells into his cell phone.

“Well, sir. Your complaint is important to us..” the voice drones

“No! It’s not important to anyone not living here!” Martin spits venom”Listen, you idiot! I hear loud noises that go wa-WA-wa-WA-wa-WA then a popping sound. Then more rapid noises for ten seconds. Multicolored ghosts run across my windows! ”

“Sir! It’s just a Pacman game. The promotion goes on for three more days. How old are you? Don’t you know the damn game!” The voice stops

185 words (using few extra unused from previous challenges)

Art on Display

“Clearly, you can see it is a cycle of killing. The arrows are death at their own hands as they bowed and surrendered more and more to the white man.” Jenny looks at her Grandfather.

“Honey, it wasn’t that simple. Half the tribes used us to get rid of their rivals. We took land they weren’t using and set up farms and cities.” Grandpa points at the ring with his cane “This is a bone colored ring with a couple of arrows and blood. Hell, you could make something better with some paste and paper.”

“Grandpa! He is a world renowned artist. They brought this here to commemorate the opening of Indian Hills at Columbus Circle. It’s a real piece of art.” Jenny looks at Grandpa like she has seen a holy relic

“It’s a piece of work, all right! But you’re shopping at a place named for the guy who ended the Indians way of life.” Grandpa looks around at the glass enclosures and brightly colored banners. “Yep! Those Indians sure would like all this spread out here.”

178 words

Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, details are available at

FFAW – Convenience in a Cup

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

Keep Off the Grass

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.

187 words

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/

Summertime

three line tales week 75: two bicycles in front of the ocean

photo by Meghan Yabsley on Unsplash
The two bikes peel decades from my life to when summer was an endless break.
Right here was where the obsession of Jenny started.
She smiled and took over her shirt and jumped into the water, it took me a minute to figure out to follow her. 
#3linetales

Eden Revisited – FfAW

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/

Trojan Horses 

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/