Category: Flash Fiction

Friday Fictioneers: the contract

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 Thanks as always to Rochelle at Addicted to Purple

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The Contract

He sensed that the god’s offer to make him king for a thousand years was a trick, but it was his greed made him agree to the bargain.  He’d been given a fortnight to think it through.   He read the simple contract over and over and couldn’t find a flaw. Waiting till the last possible moment he signed the parchment.

  I, king Bergamond, agree to surrender control over my kingdom to my brother if found unfit to rule. In exchange for this promise I will stand watch over my kingdom for 1,000 years.

Semantics had always been his brother’s forte.

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This week’s photo prompt is compliments of Claire Fuller. 

Thank you, Claire, it is lovely!

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Words:  100

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Friday Fictioneers

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Again I have been away for a while… still healing, but much improved!  The following is my exactly 100 word story for Friday Fictioneers.  And please, don’t count the title!  😉

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Your Order Has Been Delivered

Having wanted a few goats for some time I finally bit the bullet and did my research. I first considered, Pygmies, because they are so adorable, but they’re just too cute to think of as a meal. Then I thought about Fainting goats as they are easy to contain behind a fence. Again I hesitated; I didn’t enjoy thinking of them fainting and becoming pray to coyotes. Eventually, I ordered Boer Goats. Heftier, and perhaps better suited to protecting themselves with help from the Mini Donkeys. They would work for our needs! I ordered 15.

Dang that sticky zero key.

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Many thanks to Rochelle Wysoff-Fields at Addicted to Purple for her prompts and support, and to Sandra Cook for her fun sheep photo.  Yes, they are really sheep.  I took some license with the subject to fit my interest.  🙂

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Pure Imagination

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monsters-dmmCopywright – Douglas M MacIlroy

For Friday Fictioneers this week I offer you in just over 100 words my flash fiction entry:

Pure Imagination

Nap time, Bethany.

Sea Urchins don’t take naps.

I see.

The sea urchins giggled uproariously as she walked away.

Suddenly from the hallway a deep-sea diver appeared with something in her hand.

“What’s that?” the urchins cried in unison.

It’s sea urchin food.

“No it’s not!” the littlest urchin quipped. “Sea Urchins like cookies!”

“Well”, said the diver, “I happen to know that urchins eat whatever they find as they creep along the ocean floor.  Seaweed, dead things…”

“EEW GROSS!” yelled littlest in disbelief.

The deep-sea diver offered to make cookies for after nap.

Suddenly the reef was barren.

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Michael Feinstein: “Pure Imagination”

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This post is to honor the seven innocents in Utah whose mother lacked the skill to care for her children.  

RIP little ones.

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Thank you Rachel of Addicted to Purple for the opportunity, and pleasure of writing on this great prompt for Friday Fictioneers.

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Sunday Photo Fiction: the higher intellect

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Another writers Venue! 

The photo prompt is brought to you today by Sunday Photo Fiction, and can be found by looking HERE.  The rules for this flash fiction allow from 100 to 200 words, and provides a nice little stretch from my usual 100.  😉

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The Higher Intellect

Unnoticed atop a cage in the back, Georgie had the advantage.  He could hardly contain himself.  Stuffing his hand into his mouth he held his mirth in check. Down below him Silverback began to strut for the ladies.  Moving slowly he flexed his muscles, struck a pose, and on cue the group began  “oohing”  and “aahing”.

Today there were three.  Blondie, who he thought he recognized, stood there with hands clasped before her in tense anticipation; a vacationer; and the timid one, peeking through the bars in back.  He always felt a twinge of guilt when he saw him.  Their prank caused him to fall, yet, he comes back for more.

He would never understand humans being named the highest of intellect, because no matter how many times he and Ol’ Silver set this up, it always had the same effect.

Georgie leapt down from his perch, and cupping his hands began beating his chest in loud, thumping, pops.  Gaping and lurching toward the glass he roared,

“Aurgh, OOO-OOO-OOO!”

The people ran screaming.

He and Silver fell to the ground, rolling and laughing at the sight of them.  The humans, running as if for their lives, heard  simply,

“Aurgh-OOO-OOO, Aaaah-OOO-OOO-OOO!”

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WORDS:  200

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