Tag Archives: #flashfiction
Tunnel of Hope
Quakers often speak of holding somebody in the light – meaning to give them hope, peace and respite from their anxieties and suffering. So I took this as my cue for Friday’s Fictioneers’ Flash Fiction. Once a week a picture is posted by Rochelle on her blog and the challenge of no more than hundred […]
Cleaning up the streets.
I hate driving past those car dumps, where metal is mangled and piled high. An eyesore. This is my 100 word flash fiction story, hosted by Rochelle and runs until this Friday. What to do with them? They hung about on street corners, lurked in car parks and by playgrounds. They’d consigned themselves to the […]
Empty streets
A street scene for today’s photo prompt. Something caught my eye and that’s all I could see, then the words came. This is Friday’s Fictioneers 100-word story, brought courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The street was deserted. Carried on the breeze, rubbish bounced along the pavement. Streetlights shone brightly, but not a soul remained. The signs […]
Up Above
Today’s flash fiction prompt, brought to life by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, is more about perspective, than content. We only look up when we have to, most of the time. First shimmering whiteness, then darkness, like a black raven harrying above her head. Overlaying, intricate swirls. They blur, refusing to unfold and show their true […]
Kitchen conversations
Today’s Friday Fictioneers prompt (yes, it’s Wednesday but by Friday my brain is frazzled) is of a very tidy kitchen. Mine isn’t like this. It’s noisier too. “That one’s the moon!” “No it’s not, silly-billy,” he squeaked. She squeezed the dishcloth out. “Don’t be mean to your little sister.” “That one is […]
Unwanted Jetsam
I’m participating in Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers’ writing prompt. I’m certainly enjoying the challenge of putting together a 100 word story each week. “What is it? It’s huge.” “An anchor chain.” They’d been beachcombing, trekking across the cove for hours. “From a shipwreck?” Pascal poked a coal-black iron ring. “Aye, which means…” He pushed Pascal […]
Jurassic Park
Today’s picture for Friday’s Fictioneers. The challenge: write no more than 100 words of fiction. He blamed her new hobby on their trip to Lyme Regis. She’d discovered a fossilized tooth on the beach beneath the giant cliffs. Since then, she’d developed what he deemed an unhealthy obsession. Instead of sculpting her usual angels or […]
A Pruner’s Musing
I’m joining a multitude of Friday Fictioneers for a burst of creativity. Using a picture prompt posted every Wednesday by Rochelle Wisoff on her blog, I’ve to conjure up no more than 100 words by Friday. You know I don’t want to cut you, but you’ve been too successful. You’ve stretched out, filled the spaces, […]
The edifice
This is my first go at Friday Fictioneers – a 100 word flash fiction challenge based on a photo prompt. So here goes…. Where had it come from? Grey haired Farmer Joe couldn’t explain. He spoke on local radio, broadcasting his confusion at the arrival of the edifice in his hay field. Crowds gathered […]
A brief conversation about a cold
So I caught a cold. I do find myself thinking – we can send people into outer space, but we can’t cure the common cold. Imagine if the first cold hadn’t been caught until modern times, rather it appears magically and it’s symptoms unknown, and you’re the first, the one who has to contact your […]
The Quiet Writer 