Tag: flash fiction

Wicked Words

Coming Soon: A Spooky Anthology! Just in time for Halloween,  Wicked Words: A Collection of Spooky Stories by Members of Wicked Wordsmiths of the West, will be available through Amazon on September 28 for Kindle. You can pre-order it here! Get your paperback copy of Wicked Words: A Collection of Spooky Stories by Members of Wicked Wordsmiths of the West from Amazon now!   **ALL proceeds go directly to Wicked Wordsmiths of the West, a nonprofit organization in Huntington, WV, dedicated to promoting an interest in writing and furthering the skills of local writers.**                    


“Please, Mom? I’ll do anything,” Josh pleaded. “No.” She didn’t even flinch. “Don’t ask again. I won’t repeat myself.” “But Mom…” He’d never wanted anything so bad in his life. “Okay, that’s it. Just remember: you brought this on yourself.” She pulled the duct tape out of her purse. “No, wait. I’m sorry.” “Too late.” Daily Prompt: Harsh

barren bare tree gnarled bark

Not Even the Trees

Warmly colored leaves soften the cold forest floor beneath me. I scour the sky for meaning, in vain. The encroachment of evergreens and branches keep secrets. I shriek for answers that will never come, and tears burn unimpeded into my ears. But no one’s listening to me, not even the trees. And you’re still gone. Written for Week 2 (Relationships) of Jane Ann McLachlan's Memoir & Backstory Blog Challenge  (Read about the 2013 Challenge  - click here) 2013 Participants: Jane Ann McLachlan Joy Weese Moll @joyweesemoll Amanda M Darling Katie Argyle PK Hrezo Claudette Young Kay Kauffman Leslie Deb Stone    Twitter: @iwritedeb Gerry Wilson Susan Hawthorne Satia Renee Bonnie Angie Pearl Ketover Prilik Rebecca Barray (occassional) Lara Britt  (occasional) Linda G Hatton (occasional) Stephanie Ingram (Unable to join us now - maybe later) Signed up but haven't posted yet:Terri Rowe, Anastacia, Stacey Rene, Talynn

Making Love in the Library

“Please?” “No, Alex. Absolutely not.” Mary slammed the book,  and returned it to the shelf. He pressed his body against hers, breathing heavily in her ear. “Well… maybe,” she sighed. “Just this once.” This 33-word flash fiction story was inspired by Trifextra 67: Onomatopoeia.This photo was inspired by two photo prompts:the Wordsmith Studio Weekly  Photo Prompt: Booksand the Daily Post's Weekly Photo Challenge: PatternHappy Writing and Photo Fun! Becca ♥ (extreme multi-tasker)

What Would Happen…

A stranger's green eyes glanced in my direction. I pressed the elevator button, diamond-encrusted wedding set throwing sparks. After depressing another button, his hand brushed mine. Then, my tongue slipped past his lips. This 33 word flash fiction was written for Trifextra Week 65: use a hyphenated compound modifier. Inspired by "What Would Happen" by Meredith Brooks.

The Secret Eater

I started collecting secrets when I was just six years old. At least, that’s the first one I can remember. I collected secrets like other boys collected marbles. I even kept them in an old milk jug, at first. They sparkled for me, mostly greens and blues. The prettiest ones were my favorites. Secrets are everywhere now, in high school. Sarah loves Jimmy. Heather slept with Jimmy. Jimmy loves Sarah. Heather hates Sarah, even though they appear to be best friends. Most are not even worth the time it takes to collect them, so fleeting. Jessica sashayed around the corner, Chris not far behind her. I didn’t usually bother with sexual secrets. Boys were prone to bragging, so the secrets never lasted. But the shame on Chris’s face was intriguing, so I took a chance. Walking behind him down the hall, I began to draw the secret from him. It’s shimmery mist floated into my hands, a bright red visible only to me. As it began to from a tiny, hard sphere, I entered a state of ecstasy and the secret brought me sustenance as images flashed behind my eyes: Jessica, on her knees behind the gym (no secret there); and Andrew and Jessica making out at the bowling alley while Chris lusted from afar. This was a little more intriguing, because Jessica’s wasn’t the intimacy he craved. I might be able to feed from this secret for a while. I tucked it into the 5th pocket of my Levi’s; it would…

Never Again

“I can’t do this anymore.” Martha wiped the tears from her cheeks. “I won’t cry my heart out, waiting for you at night, anymore.” She rolled his body into the river. “Never again.” This 33 word flash fiction story (with an idiom) was written for Trifecta: Trifextra Week 61. Check out some of the other entries and leave some comment love. Happy Writing and Photo Fun! Becca♥


“About time…” Christy rolled her eyes with a huff. “Don’t start.” Sam slammed the door of Christy's old beater and buckled in as she pulled away from his house. “I’ve had enough this morning from my mom.” He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. “We’re gonna be late for school again.” Christy lifted one hand in response to Sam’s glare. “Just saying,” she whispered, knowing Sam’s mom rode him hard to be prepared for college. “Hey,” she smiled with a sideways glance as she stopped at the crossroads. “Let’s go bowling.” Sam laughed, “Yeah, right.” “Come on, you’ve got straight A’s; I don’t think one absence is gonna matter.” Sam hesitated, torn between desire and duty. “At least you won’t get another tardy.” Christy’s lopsided grin broke him. “Ugh,” Sam groaned. “Why not?” “Sweet.” Christy turned left, away from the high school and toward the bowling alley with a smile. “Excellent decision.” This 154 word piece was written in response to an awesome weekly writing prompt I just discovered over at TrifectaWritingChallenge.com. Every week they choose a word that must be used in your writing between 33 and 333 words. And you must use the word according to the third definition. This week's word is: TIME (noun) 1a : the measured or measurable period during which an action, process, or condition exists or continues : duration b : a nonspatial continuum that is measured in terms of events which succeed one another from past through present to future…