I am sooooo looking forward to re-starting this challenge.
Get your juices flowing…
Your fingers limbered up..
And you pens in hand.
It is just around the corner!
Written for Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner.
Cotton candy… Fresh fries… Hot chocolate…
Cotton candy… Fresh fries… Hot chocolate…
The smells of the winter carnival wafted through my window as I pressed the button to roll it up.
Removing my Glock 9 from the glove compartment, I slide it in my ankle holster.
My service revolver was on my hip, but I always felt more dressed with a backup.
Another after-hours tip. Anonymous, of course.
Upon hearing the recording, I recognized the voice.
Didn’t know the person, but the last two tips from her panned out.
Looking around, there were at least three of them.
Who would have thought I would be arresting Santa tonight, hopefully before another murder.
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Written for WAFT: WOTDC and Friday Fictioneers.
As We Approach the Back Wall … South Boston
“Yes, as you can see from the small contingency of police here, we had, what we thought, a break-in… but it’s been decided that apparently it was faulty wiring in the alarm system.”
“I assure you, it’s very safe to tour the downstairs winery in the catacombs.”
“At this very spot Montresor, a favored character of Poe, invited Fortunato for his last sip of ‘the wine of very fine vintage’.”
“This back wall was the tomb of the imprisoned.”
One of the teens in the group interrupted. “Did you know the masonry between these bricks is moist to the touch?”
FYI: There was a legend in the time of Poe (while he was stationed at Fort Independence) of a sword dual between Lieutenant Robert Massie and Lieutenant Gustavus Drane because of a dispute in a card game. Lieutenant Massie killed Lieutenant Drane. Friends of Lieutenant Drane’s chained Massie to a vault in the inner walls of this cellar… imprisoning him by building a secondary wall.
The legend is not true.
The sword fight did happen on Christmas Day 1817. . Massie was court-martialed and acquitted of all charges. Massie death is record it have happened in 1846.
Written for Friday Fictioneers.
HESITATION: WOTDC
I love being a story-teller. I enjoy reminiscing.
Often the stories I tell about events from my past.
Usually they are stories of something ‘stupid’ I have done. The episode for the story usually never started out as stupid, but the end result would speak for itself.
It is with great hesitation that I like to “toot my own horn”.
But like they say, “There is an exception for evey rule.”
So today, I will make an exception.
START THE COUNTDOWN.
IN 20 DAYS
FLASH FICTION FOR THE PRACTICIAL PRACTITIONER
WILL START ONCE AGAIN.
For those of you who don’t know, FLASH FICTION FOR THE PRACTICIAL PRACTITIONER is a weekly 300 word flash fiction story challenge.
Get your fingers revving to type.
A NEW START IS JUST AROUND THE CORNER!
Written for HESITATION: WOTDC.
And Then There’s Curb-Appeal
That’s the 57th car that has slowly driven by since lunch, Daddy. That radio commercial with me singin’ must really be working.” Amanda was beaming.
“I do believe we have a hit, honey.” Dad tousled the curly hair atop his daughter’s head. “What’a you think, Charlotte?”
“You nailed the commercial, but you ain’t gonna make any money with slow drivers that stare.
“So Miss All-knowing, what’a you think we need to do?”
“Well, maybe having the jingle was money well spent, but a lot could be said for improving the curb appeal of this place.”
Written for Friday Fictioneers.
COMING SOON!
At least one day every other week for the rest of this year, I will be brashly SELF-PROMOTING my resurrected A WRITER’S COMMUNITY: FLASH FICTION FOR THE PRACTICAL PRACTITIONER.
I have worked the month on NANO to set up this wonderful (told you I would be shameless) shared writing community.
On the evening of each Wednesday, I will be blogging out a PHOTO PROMPT for the valiant and courageous flash fiction writers that I know and love to once again allow themselves to release their creative juices. Please FOLLOW FLASH FICTION FOR THE PRACTICAL PRACTITIONER and be sure you will be in-the-know for opening day!
Written for FLASH FICTION FOR THE PRACTICAL PRACTITIONER.
Doctor Hyde Rides Again
“Is that what I think it is?”
Doctor Jedidiah Hyde grinned. “Now that completely depends.” I actually think that he stifled a snicker. Can you imagine the world’s leading astro-physio-anthropologist giggling?
“It looks like the top of one of the spirit totems illustrations in our First Nations text.”
“Yes, it does,” Doctor Murphy agreed.
“So what is making this luminance projection?”
“Not a projection…” he replied. Again, I was sure I heard a slightly muffled chuckle. “The spirit world is all around us. We just couldn’t see it. Now we can.”
Doctor Hyde burst into a fit of demonic cackling.
Written for Friday Fictioneers: October 29, 2021. (Use the photo prompt provided to create a 100 word flash fiction piece.)
Umm… Umm… Ummmmm
“Umm… Umm… Ummmmm.”
“What did you say?”
“Umm… Umm… Ummmmm.”
“I can’t understand you.”
“Umm… Umm… Ummmmm.”
“Take off that stupid mask and tell me what you want.”
Ever so slightly lifting his facial covering… “Are you kidding me. Fresh air is far to dangerous. I have already lost most of my pulp, my fiberous strains and my seeds. My tendroils have withered and I think my ribs are caving in. I think someone has even attempted a craniotomy.”
As caringly as I caould I responded. “I smell rotting flesh.”
“That doesn’t make me feel any better.”
Written for Deborah Bluestein’s Sunday’s in My Livingroom.
Peace, at Last
Peace, at Last
Breaking News: The United States has just declared a moratorium on nastiness. No longer will advocacy groups be used as pawns to segregate people by race or ethnicity. Politicians have both promised and mandated: “Only truth will be spoken.” Words of malice, vindictiveness and spitefulness will be set aside.
A truth coalition has been established to facilitate this endeavor. It has been given full power to sanction dissenters. Rehabilitative centers are ready to assist all malcontents in coming to terms in the accepting of truth. If you know the names and/or whereabouts of struggling malcontents call for help. 1-800-FREEDOM REIGNS.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. Requirements: Use the PHOTO PROMPT provided. Write a complete story based on it in 100 words or less: Beginning. Middle and End.
I Love You Soooooo Much!
I Love You Soooooo Much!
“There now. Doesn’t that just make you feel good all over? A place for everything, and everything in its place.” Agatha smiled at me triumphantly and briskly rubbed her hands together giving herself a gratifying self-high-five.
Aggie was always ready to help me out. Didn’t matter the time. Didn’t matter the place. Didn’t matter the skillset needed. Aggie was there for me 24/7. It was exhausting!
“Thanks Aggie. I love my new workspace.”
“I knew you would. I’ll leave you to it, now.”
“Thanks, again, Aggie,” I said as she was leaving. “Now where did she hide my thumb drives?”
Written for Friday Fictioneers.
It's All in Finding the Right Words 