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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)

 

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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)

 

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Flash Fiction: Lines

Silence. Water smothered their surroundings. A faint silver line separated the blue coming from the sky and the rippled liquid mirror. Sheila sighed, naked without her electronics. Her capturer refused to let her paddle, nothing to do but sit. The lack of personal space triggering anxiety. She could be on her X-box playing Mind Craft or on Snapchat showing off her new gold ankle bracelet. Instead, she suffered a slow torture. Screams would only echo. Death awaited. Her fingers fidgeted. What lies beneath the raft? Swimming monsters waiting to be fed?   

The man stopped paddling. Sheila’s heart pounded. No, it couldn’t be happening not after all her hard work.

“I’ll be good.”

Tears sprung and trickled along her cheeks. This is how it ends. Monster. He pulled a bag from between his feet and unzipped the zipper. His weight tilted the boat as he dumped the contents into nature’s bin; her laptop, mobile phone and gaming system clunked as they hit the barrier and sank.

“I warned you this would happen if you didn’t limit your screen time.”

Life over, Sheila vowed never to speak to her father again. Christmas changed her tune.

(195 Words)

 

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Flash Fiction: The Door

Knock, knock. Hello God are you there? No? The knob isn’t warm. Must be safe to enter. A kid peers out the window, comforting. Innocence. Although, I can’t see his eyes. Do they glow red? Can his head swing backwards? I saw that movie. Bet the walls are painted green with puke? Danger, danger. Step back down the steps before the door opens. You can check in, but never check out. Yeah, know the song but this isn’t California. Why does the door have a sinister mint coloured eye? The all-seeing eye – watching you. It knows you stole from the supermarket when you were a metre high and the things you like to do with peanut butter. Nobody knows that. God does. This is hell. The door creeps open, cracking on the hinges. No turning back. Can’t fight fate in death. A black hooded figure stands at the door with a silver sickle in hand.

“Welcome to purgatory. You really shouldn’t have smeared my doorknob with peanut butter little shit. Trick or treat.”

174 Words

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Flash Fiction: Life in a Tank

Life in a tank is pretty funky. No predators only fish droppings to turn the gills green. Don’t swallow, you’ll be fine. Blowing in the ship is prohibited, the big fish bite. The cats can’t get in, taunt them all you like. Watch out for paws. On occasion the fur swims. Never for long. The big mammals start screeching and flapping about. Ignore them, they are on our side, except for the little ones, keep your eyes on them. Nasty critters. Always fouling up the water with sticky grime and objects. Fight belly up. I hope you’ll enjoy your stay and not be fated to wind up in the flush like the last goldfish. You all look the same, Bob 23. 

121 Words

Photo prompt is provided by Jodi McKinney for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers