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/
Excuse me, but your bird bath is empty
photo by Meghan Yabsley on UnsplashThe 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
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/
“I don’t get it?! She up in left.” Marty’s hand shakes the phone. “We just got here. i took her to Reading the Tea Leaves, just like you said. Seriously, Darla what kind of freak did you set me up with?”
The phone starts quiet for too long.
“Ok, she loves the place. What else happened? She goes there every week. What did you say? or do?” Darla half asks
“We ordered and say down. I put down the little table flag with 19 on it….” Marty doesn’t get to finish.
“Nonadecaphobia. I should have told you. Sorry, she doesn’t do well with signs. You know how it is.” Darla explains.
“No. No, I don’t.” Marty hangs up
“You’ll fry!” Burger shrilly screams.
The crowd jeers. Frantic spectators mix anxiety and anticipation.
Sizzles and pops fill the air as the burning starts. Trapped in a basket as the world goes black.
These are the final moments of a French fry
How you misspell you(ouu)
I marvel that my depth
Subjects the world needs
I pine to fulfill your quest
Through that blue
The world is ours to save
I defy anyone seeing different
You bring madness to
Those who don’t want
To have more followers
To be drowned in
If not but to use your help
My heart skips at the thought
Imagine the possibilities….
“Ma’am, we have a report someone is charging to see a dog with horn.” Patrolman Jackson dryly explains.
“I don’t know what you are taking about?” Jenny scratches her head at the thought of where her Great Dane and son are.
“That sign is what I’m taking about, Ma’am” He replies.
Written as part of a challenge called Three Line Tales, details are available at https://only100words.xyz/2017/03/02/three-line-tales-week-57/
“Bessie has been here for three weeks. She can read quite get passed the Roadside test. Any ideas?” Cory pulls down the bill of his ball cap. His gaze locked on his baby that won’t leave.
“Ok. We get the tractor over here. I’ll put some straw on the front of it. I’ll go really close so she sees the straw. And she will follow me with her head.” Craig gets all bright eyed. His hands take flight as he shows the tractor and the cow moving.
“That’s the stupidest idea ever…..” Cory snaps his head sideways toward his friend. “But everything else failed.”
Cory stands cross armed watching. An old tractor grumbles. Bessie looks at the noise. As it gets closer, she moves toward the fence. The tractor stats about 12 feet away. Bessie turns her head to watch it go by.
“Go back and do that again! You got her to do it.” Cory yells at Craig.
Craig takes a big swing around. Her head follows. Her drives by again.
Bessie has learned to watch traffic.
Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers for details, https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/02/27/fffaw-challenge-week-of-february-28-2017/