National Flash Fiction Day 2020

“Aw, look at this one.”

Marie points at a bunny rabbit. Their twitchy noses are kind of sweet, but I don’t want a bunny rabbit.

This is the beginning of my story Cats and Dogs – you can read the whole thing here on FlashFlood. I’ve only read a handful of stories so far. Anyone else got one on there today? Pop me a link in the comments if you do.

If you missed out on the FlashFlood, there’s another opportunity to get a story published at the Write-In, too.

Three Line Tales, Week 213

Welcome to Week 213 of Three Line Tales.

three line tales, week 213: an old school desk with lamp, rotary telephone and typewriter
photo by Klaas via Unspalsh

You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
  • Link back to this post (& check the link shows up under the weekly post).
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

Happy three-lining!

Three Line Tales, Week 199

Welcome to Week 199 of Three Line Tales.

three line tales, week 199: a pig swimming in the ocean
photo by Jakob Owens via Unsplash

You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
  • Link back to this post (& check the link shows up under the weekly post).
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

Happy three-lining!

Three Line Tales, Week 160

Welcome to Week 160 of Three Line Tales.

three line tales, week 160: protesters meet riot police
photo by Jonathan Harrison via Unsplash

You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
  • Link back to this post (& check the link shows up under the weekly post).
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

Happy three-lining!

Leanan Sidhe

100 words about a failing musician who enters into a deal with a faerie muse
photo via Unsplash 

He sprints off. Ignores the groupies. He needs to ponder the implications.

‘Nobody in my dressing room,’ he whispers to his bodyguard.

The number of notes he hit tonight were by far outnumbered by those he missed. His career, his dream is over.

‘Hello darling.’

She’s stunning. But he’s not in the mood.

‘Who let you in?’

‘Don’t blame your man, he isn’t meant to see me.’

She twirls her index finger. Is that magic?

‘You need my help.’

A statement.

He nods.

He’ll come to regret this, no doubt. Tonight, though, he’ll do anything to keep his dream alive.

Microfiction Challenge 15: Freedom

100 words about transforming into seals and escaping
What Freedom! by Ilya Repin

‘You must take off your coat and dress.’

‘Pardon?’

Everyone had warned her to stay away from him. She’d insist he wasn’t bad, merely different. Yet as the icy water seeped into her boots, she wondered if she ought to have listened.

‘It won’t work if we’re dressed.’

He shrugged off his coat in a grand gesture.

‘Trust me?’

Her freezing fingers fumbled with the fastenings.

When they had shed their clothes, he touched her and turned into something else and so did she. Slipping into the water, she found it warm and breathable. Fin to fin, they swam away.

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Written for Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge #15 – yep, I finally made it. Still on the Akismet naughty list, though, so I won’t even bother commenting this week…

Downhill From Here

FFfAW week photo prompt (c) Joy Pixley
FFfAW week 83 photo prompt (c) Joy Pixley 

Are we there yet?

Shush. We’re not even close.

No idea how long I’ve been going, it seems like forever already. And there’s no end in sight. All I can see looking down is darkness. I don’t want to turn around, I bet all I’ll see in that direction is darkness, too. Endless black, matching my mood.

Why am I here again?

Getting paid. I suppose we like money.

Oh yes, I like money. Keep thinking of payday. Keep going.

Do we like money that much, though?

Shush.

I wonder if I’ll ever reach the bright future they promised me.

Fall

100 words about a man who messed with black magic
photo by Phylor for FFfAW 81 

Janey kneels by the headstone and lights a candle. Her demeanour tells George she knows he’s watching.

She hasn’t always done it, George would say if he talked to people. At first, she scared him she’d turned so wild. He might have expected it, given what he’d done. But he was too happy she’d returned.

Never lasted, though. Every time the leaves turn, Janey needs a boost. One of them gave her back her conscience.

She still looks like his Janey, but with every woman he’s put in her grave, Janey’s turned. They may well come for him this time.

Hose Pipe Ban

100 words about a faceless bureaucracy who doesn't care about people
FFfAW week 75 photo prompt (c) Louise 

‘You call this a garden? It’s a small vegetable farm.’

Melanie shrugs as she lugs the hose around to water the beds farther down.

‘To-MAY-to, to-MAH-to.’

‘I believe they’re part of the problem.’

The inspector stabs his clipboard.

‘Did I miss the memo when they made growing food illegal?’

‘I don’t care what you grow. I care about excessive water usage.’

‘It won’t rain. We’ve emptied the last of our water tanks days ago – and we always keep more than we’re required to by law. ’

‘But not enough. You cannot use the hose.’

‘People will starve.’

‘The law’s the law.’

Undecided

100 words about a woman who doesn't want to decide
Nortina’s Moral Mondays this week is all about getting off the fence

‘These. No, those. No, hang on, I don’t know.’

‘Where have I heard this before… Both?’

‘Both would be greedy.’

‘You don’t usually show such restraint. Both would mean we can get out of here. At this point, I’m willing to pay that price.’

‘You aren’t paying for anything, mister. I buy my own shoes.’

‘Prove it.’

‘There’re arguments to be made for either.’

‘I understand these. But those? They’re flashy and look like elaborate instruments of torture.’

‘Sometimes, a girl needs flashy.’

‘I wish you’d decide.’ (He doesn’t say: On one pair of shoes. Or one man… On me.)