Even Ants Have a Hierarchy – Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – 10/31/17

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Dustin looked longingly at the tall tower they approached. He wondered many things about this hallowed place. Maury could see his far off gaze and shook his head as he struggled against his own load.

“Forget it Dustin, we will never see the inside!”

“Maybe if we work hard enough,” Dustin offered.

“No worker I have ever known was invited to share that kind of luxury.”

“So we are expected to just supply the ones basking in their excess?”

It is our role, my friend. We are workers with aching backs!

 

 

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – 10-31-17


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Heads Up Girls! – Sunday Photo Fiction – 10/29/17

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Photo copyright – J. Hardy Carroll

 

When Little Arnie got angry things tended to go wrong. This time it was over not getting his prescribed television time on Saturday morning. You see the teacher at Buncombe Elementary sent a note home Friday afternoon explaining Arnie’s misbehavior on the playground. Unfortunately this was not the first and surely wouldn’t be the last occurrence of such.

But Arnie had a reason. Actually he had three, also known as Macy, Stacy and Gracie, his three year old triplet sisters. They were well into their second annum of living out the “terrible twos”. At ten Arnie wanted nothing to do with his mom’s Little Darlings. They regularly messed with his things, so he decided it was time for payback.

It took a daredevil act to get the doll heads somewhere out of their reach, but Arnie was satisfied when his task was complete. Now he hid in a corner behind a wall of stuffed animals to watch their reaction.

 

Sunday Photo Fiction – 10-29-17

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Get With the Program, Little Coud – Friday Fictioneers – 10-27-17

 

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Photo copyright – Roger Bultot

 

“Hello Cloud Father,” the young puff of clouds said.

“Why do you refuse to resemble other clouds. Are you embarrassed of your heritage?”

“No Cloud Father, not at all.”

“You look more like the alien that swoops through us with no regard for our place in the sky.”

“You mean Superman?”

“That’s what “they” call him?”

“Yes.”

“I want you to consult the master manual of cloud shapes and select an appropriate form, do we understand each other?”

“Yes Cloud Father, I will do so immediately.”

Cloud Father waited until his young charge moved away before morphing into a bunny.


 

 


 

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Is the Killer in Sight? – Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – 10/24/17

 

 

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The culprit was hiding in plain sight. With time the authorities would admit the brilliance of the devious plan, using the confusion of the city-wide collection of anonymous ones to blend. The Nameless Festival was purposed to prize anonymity, so there was no way to identify anyone by their name, especially when no one use done.

“He might as well be a ghost,” the lead detective groaned.

“In effect he is,” his partner acknowledged. “It could be anyone here!”

 

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – 10-24-17


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The Band is With Me! – Sunday Photo Fiction – 10/22/17

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Julius sighed with satisfaction as he listened to the playback of his latest work. Well, he thought, more like our work. Even now he found it surreal to be part of a “we”. For years he’d spun around the circuit in his 1974 Peugeot. The car was a classic before his music. Oh the bars he’d played just to collect enough money to keep it running from stop to stop.

How could he have ever imagined what he enjoyed now, a bus capable of hauling the sixteen members of his entourage, including the band, back-up singers and crew?

“Hey Julius, how come you never opine about the good ol’ days?” his young drummer shouted over his own rhythmic rattling on a window.

Julius thought for a few moments, drawing a repeat query from the young man who stopped his noise-making, thinking his leader couldn’t hear.

“There was a moment or two,” Julius said with a small smile. “But I like now so much better.”

 

 

Sunday Photo Fiction – 10-22-17

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My Big Brother Made Me Do It – Friday Fictioneers – 10-20-17

 

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Willie wasn’t very thrilled about the concept of a little brother. Then his friends at school explained how he could redirect the wrath of his parents for his mischief to the new progeny who enjoyed boundless grace. From that moment Willie saw an avenue to increase the mischief quotient exponentially.

“You see that limb?” Willie asked Kenny. “We want it to bounce off.”

Willie smiled as his brother practiced and perfected the method.

Soon his  least favorite teacher approached, so he urged Kenny to try again. By now Kenny was nearly expert.

“OWWW!” they heard someone scream.

“Run!” Willie advised.

 


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All or Nothing – Flash fiction for Aspiring Writers – 10/10/17

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Penelope’s heart sunk when they approached the door. This was the last known safe haven for miles and the coding was clear, there was only space for three more souls here.

Jerome saw her face, so he immediately tried to reassure her. He pointed at the smiley face with an optimistic tone from his lips. “I see four!”

“They were rushing!” Penelope said through tears. She looked at her small children whom she huddled closer to her body. “It’s all of us or none,” she declared.

Jerome knocked at the door with the rhythmic combination last communicated.

 

 

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – 10/17/17


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Ah, The Romantic Gesture – Sunday Photo Fiction – 10/15/17

 

 

 

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James knew this would be the kind of romantic gesture Ann would treasure in her heart forever. No amount of begging and pleading, threatening or scheming was enough to convince her mother she should stay in Ireland to be his bride. Her tears had shattered his heart and stoked his resolve.

Scaling the ship in the dark had been a treacherous adventure, especially with the choppy sea around the dock. But now he was safely hidden in the lifeboat, where he hoped he could remain hidden until the ship was too far to turn back for the home port.

Ann finished her impassioned plea with the words ever parents knows, but fears they will hear: “I am old enough to make my own mistakes, if that is what this really is!” With that she gripped the handles on her bags and pushed her way past the last few passengers waiting to board the ship.

As she walked down the gangway to exit the ship she wondered where she should go first to find James.

Sunday Photo Fiction – 10-15-17

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That Bird Sounds Like My Wife – Friday Fictioneers – 10-13-17

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Doug loved birds from his youth. He was fascinated by them. The way they could fly was so thrilling. But he disliked their shrill sound. Years of schooling in ornithology prepared him to change the one negative.

Some called him a monster. But Doug persisted, just wanting to fully enjoy his passion.

“Subject number 99762P. Let’s see what you have little fellow,” Doug said to the latest test subject.

“Who do you think you are messing with my voice!”

Doug’s shock nearly allowed him to miss his wife’s uproarious laughter. She had hid a tiny speaker under the bird’s wing.


 

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