Flash Fiction: Fake Rose

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for her Friday Fictioneers

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Mum liked the fake roses. Then again, she preferred everything fake from her men to her boobs. Her smile fake as she politely nodded. Even in the bedroom, her pleasure questionable. Thanks Dad, way too much information. What can I say about my mother? She liked shiny things, they motivated her. Bling her language. No problem too big with the instant magic of cash. Kids didn’t offer her possessions to stay, her husband unable to afford her; the painter, the fireman and the butcher offered a thicker wallet.

The casket rests in the earth open – take your fake flowers Mum.

 

(100 Words)

Flash Fiction: Living Bricks

 

What the heck is that growing out of the window? A mole? A hive? Cancer? Get a ladder to cut it out or perform surgery from the inside? The owners want to sell. It will have to be to other witches. Humans tend to freak and wind up in mental institutions when they discover their residence is alive. Hurts the spirit of the home every time. Vampires might be ok, as long as blood doesn’t stain the carpets. The real reason why they can’t enter houses; why would hurt bricks want to protect humans?

The door opens, the doctor enters.

 

(100 words)

 

Smoke Messages

PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala

 

\Snap, crackle, pop. The fire breathes a life of its own. A connection between two worlds. A pit of messages from the dead to the living. If only they would turn on their senses. The deceased wait, patience the equivalent to thin ice. “Silly girl, don’t marry that slob!”

Jenny stares into the flame, lost in thought.

“Come on Jenny, it’s your hens night. Smile.”

Jenny forces her lips up and nods at her sister. Gathering herself, Jenny turns away from the heat. She pauses.

“Do you hear that?”

“What? Granny not wanting you to marry? She’s been nagging all night.”

 

(101 words)

 

Prompt provided by Friday Fictioneers

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Flash Fiction: Boys

Aww, my head hurts. What day is it? Blah, furry tongue, I need mouth wash. Shit man why is there toilet paper everywhere? Who let the cats out? Is that puke I can smell? Eww, Dave that’s revolting. On my shirt. You better be wearing pants dude. Just good friends, but not that good. Click. Is that a camera? This better not end up on Facebook. What’s licking my feet? If I ignore it, it’ll go away. Same with my nagging bladder. Is there a bottle or cup around? Should sit up and work out where the hell I am. Last night… Think brain, think… Oh yeah. Boys night. Buzz, Buzz. Phone. It’s around here somewhere. Shut the bloody thing up, vibrates through my temples. There it is. Ugh, the light. Holy F- exam in 20 minutes. Must move. Damn it, what’s caved in on me? A sheet Why do I do this to myself – every single week?

“Dave wake up, we’ve got exams to supervise.”

(166 words)

 

This week’s photo prompt is provided by H.R.R. Gorman for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

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Flash Fiction: The Little Brother

“Screw you guys, I’m going home.”

Timmy pouted and stormed across the field. Never a good sport. The apple of mummy’s eye, wrong sat with the world, not him.

Behind Timmy’s back, Davy extended his middle finger and held his tongue. Anything said would be held against him in the court of adults. His brother the golden son. The youngest. Their mother constantly nagged Davy to play with snot. No one wanted to play with a spoiled dobber.

“Good ridden,” said their neighbour and Davy’s best mate as he kicked a soccer ball between his feet, “Lets go to mine before he comes back. I have a new X-box game.”

Mission accomplished. A fun afternoon without the brat. Their plan a success.

 

(122 words)

 

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yinglan for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here

 

Flash Fiction: The Night Rider

 

No one saw Amber again. Her car found on the side of a remote road, untouched. No sign of foul play, her purse left sitting on the passage seat intact. The car in perfect working order. Young women from solid families didn’t just disappear into the horizon. A serial killer dubbed The Night Rider roamed, the road their hunting ground. Only a matter of time before the small community is hit again. A keen inexperienced police officer laid down bait, staging a breakdown on her own, desiring a promotion. In heels she walked along the dark road, the old asphalt crunching with every step. Lights approached her as the humming of the motor grew louder. The car slowed.

“Want a lift?” said a voice through the window.

The officer opened the car door. She gasped. Amber sat at the driver’s seat smoking a cigarette.

“We thought you were dead. Taken by the killer.”

Chilling laughter pierced through the car. The locks on the door sprung and the passenger window closed, enclosing the rookie. A blunt object hit the back of her skull. The lights went out. The killer claimed another victim.

 

(191 Words)

 

Photo provided by Jodi McKinney for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

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Flash Fiction: Roswell

Is it a bird, is it a plane? No, it’s an unidentified flying object. Let’s shoot the crap out of it. On three brothers – one… two… three… Bang, bang, bang. Oh, no men it’s coming our way looking aggravated. Quick, quick reload, heading right towards us. Fire. For the love of God fire. What the hell is that thing? Whose brilliant idea was it to go on a camping trip to New Mexico? Run for your lives! I don’t want to die at Roswell shooting blanks! What would Momma say? “I told you to leave it alone. You’ll go blind.”

The light engulfs us. Gravity shifts. Beamed up just like Scotty.

“Well hello beautiful, if you wanted my pants off all you have to do is ask.”

No, no, don’t stick that rod there! Ooh ahh. Let me be your experiment. Same time again next year? Sure babe.

 

(148 words)

 

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yinglan for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Other stories can be found here