FFfAW: The Secret

This week’s photo prompt is provided by pixabay.com (free to use photos).

Bob clasped Lily’s arm and pulled her out of the house. ‘Don’t open your eyes!!’ he squealed, ‘We’re almost there!’

Lily pressed her eyes shut. Whatever this is better be good, she thought to herself. Bob had made such a fuss about this supposedly “best surprise ever” over lunch that unless he had Gerard Butler waiting on the driveway, she’s going to be very disappointed indeed. Oh well.

‘Ta-da! Open your eyes now!’

He was pointing at a car. There were lots of patterns and designs on the exterior, like probably someone has done graffiti on it but what’s even more strange were the plant thingies on top.

‘Tell me you love it! Don’t you love all those colors!!’ said Bob, beaming.

‘Oh…the colors! Yes yes.’

‘And remember how you always said you wanted a “roof garden”? Wish granted, baby.’

Oh Bob, Bob…

And apparently there’s never a good time to come out to your boyfriend about your color-blindness.


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FFfAW: A Walk To Remember

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Sonya, Author of the blog, Only 100 Words.

Little Jeremy stood on the porch, sweat running down the side of his face, and peered into the darkness ahead. He could see nothing, but he could feel it, or him. Or whatever it was that was pulling him away from the house. A pain seared through his forehead and before he knew, his legs were moving on their own. He kicked at the air, and tried to press his feet down firmly to the ground just to make them stop, but the invisible force controlling him pushed on relentlessly. When he tried to yell, his lips wouldn’t budge. And the pain in his forehead was almost starting to blind him.

Then he heard it, the heavy flapping of wings.

The next instant, he was free. He collapsed to the ground, his legs finally back in his control. A gentle breeze swept over his body, taking away the headache along with it.

A door creaked open behind. “Kiddo, what are you doing out there?” his dad called out. “Come inside!!”

Little Jeremy got up and scampered to the house.


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Horror in two sentences (Le Fin)

One last time! To round off the Halloween mood, as I still feel like I haven’t received enough closure 😛

Here goes…

Bob held the smartphone in front of him and asked, “Hey Google, is it going to rain today?”

“Yes”, chimed a voice from behind his left ear.

Horror In Two Sentences #HalloweenWeek

To keep up the Halloween spirit, which is only a handful of days away, I’ve decided to attempt a scary story every day till Halloween in just two sentences.

Feel free to join in the fun if you want to!

Here’s story three:

I was facing the mirror, tears running down my cheeks. My reflection suddenly twisted its lips in a sneer.

(HITS-3)

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FFfAW: That’s What He Said!

 

 

This week’s photo prompt is provided by pixabay.com

‘I still don’t see any sparks!’ announced the man wielding the camera. ‘Try to be more sexy please! Play with the table, you know…

Sweet mother of Jesus, this photo-shoot will never end.

I’d been straddled here since two in the afternoon, trying to strike a perfect pose so that everyone can go home a happy man. But either I’m doing it wrong or this amateur photographer is a total dumb-ass, nothing seems to be working so far.

‘Again,’ he says holding up his index finger, ‘Remember that we’re selling the table, not your gown!’

Huh? What exactly does he expect me to do? Sprawl myself on the table in an inappropriate position so that the table is suddenly more attractive? I wanted to yell at him then, yell at him that this is the single most crappiest-looking piece of furniture I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Yell at him that if all he needed was ‘sparks’, maybe I can set the table on fire! That should indeed make for an interesting photograph! But I won’t. I can’t afford to.

So I sigh and nod at him in understanding. This is gonna be a long night indeed.


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Horror In Two Sentences #HalloweenWeek

To keep up the Halloween spirit, which is only a handful of days away, I’ve decided to attempt a scary story every day till Halloween in just two sentences.

Feel free to join in the fun if you want to!

Here’s story two:

‘You were amazing last night!’ he said with a coy smile. She arched her eyebrows. ‘What do you mean?’

 

(HITS-2)

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Horror In Two Sentences #HalloweenWeek

To keep up the Halloween spirit, which is only a handful of days away, I’ve decided to attempt a scary story every day till Halloween in just two sentences.

Feel free to join in the fun if you want to!

Here’s the story for today:

Harry finished his shower and bolted the bathroom door behind him as he left.

Then he heard three knocks, from inside.

(HITS-1)

FFfAW: Deserted

This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. Thank you TJ

Jake Sanders dragged his feet across the desert. The sand under his bare feet was scorching hot, and made every step a walk towards hell. The Sun, directly above his head, was at its merciless best, and showed no signs of taking a break behind the gossamer clouds. He’d been walking for three days now and trying to put as much distance as possible between him and the terrorists. Being held hostage sounded cool until they’d started killing people.

Now he had no food and water (both bottle and bladder) left, the little he could smuggle out only lasted two days. His throat was parched beyond repair, the bruise on his shoulder was getting worse and at that point, he concluded that that his time was over. There were no human settlements for miles, and he would never make it there like this. He crashed onto the sand next to a cactus shrub, ready to let death devour him.

Then he spotted it. The white butterfly wavering above his head. It looked battered and part of its right wing was missing, and yet was relentlessly trying to land on the wild flower. He had all of his limbs functional and had no excuse for giving up! He slowly managed to get back on his feet again, and as if on cue, a thunder echoed across the sky.


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FFfAW: Deutscheland

Providing our photo prompt this week is Sonya, author of the blog, “Only 100 Words.” Thank you Sonya!

Mark looked up from his cards to the other men at the table. He had won! A couple of minutes later, Mark and his friend Mitch were walking out of the pub with two third-class tickets for Deutschland, the cruise ship to Germany.

As the ship’s gates were to close in the next ten minutes, they began to sprint towards it when Mitch suddenly stopped in his tracks.

“Woss the problem, mate?”, asked Mark, panting.

“Man, don’t you feel the déjà vu!”

“What déjà vu? What the hell are you talking about? Come along now! We have less than 5 minutes!”

“No, man, this all feels too familiar, I tell ya!” Mitch shook his head, “This ship will sink!”

“Eh?” Mark sighed. “Mate I told you not to watch that movie again.”

“But just, what if? Don’t you feel the…feels?”

Maybe, but what if I get to meet my Rose?”


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FFfAW: Oh Danny boy!

Louise, with the “The Storyteller’s Abode” has provided our prompt photo this week. Thank you Louise!

Oh Danny! For once I wish you’d listen to me.

You are out there, in the sea, all by yourself. The weather guy says a heavy thunderstorm is expected in the bay tonight. And you’re not home yet. What did I tell you when you strapped on your fishing gear? ‘Danny, the clouds looks ripe. Please don’t go!’ Didn’t I plead?

But you didn’t listen. You never listen.

I’m sat at the window now; flicking a tear away, wiping my glasses, craning my neck, all in hope to see the little flash light from your boat. But all I see is the black waters of the sea.

And then the sky crackles. A wind picks up, swaying the trees to their limit. The rain droplets start to hit the roof pretty hard. Buried in that cacophony, my eyes start to rain too.

Please come back home safe, Danny! I love you so much. But I hate you for doing this to me.

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This is for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers contest hosted by the amazing Priceless Joy. Today was the first time I wrote in second-person!

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