photo by Andrew Donovan Valdivia via Unsplash Her autumn comfort,Dancing over the fallen,A graveyard playground. I wrote this in response to this week's three line tales.
Tag: Short stories
WW/FFFC: Disaster
Today should be the happiest of her life. Her wedding day. Yet, here she was with the dress on her knees, crying because everything had collapsed. Her perfect man had deserted her for another woman. I wrote this in response to writing Wednesday and Fandango's flash fiction challenge. I have also made this piece to fit [...]
SPF: Empty streets
Photo courtesy of Unsplash Ever since this happened, this coronavirus quarantine, things have been very different outside my window. My flat overlooks what is usually a very busy intersection. I always said that the endless traffic and impatient honking of horns at every hour stopped me from sleeping. However, there are no cars travelling by, and [...]
SPF – Not what you’d expect
Photo courtesy of Morguef “You are probably wondering about the name,” the tour guide announced as she poked a finger at the sign. “I can tell you it is not the original name of this as it used to be Maple Hall. The name is a relatively new edition, created in 1966 by the new owner.” [...]
SPF: Instagram
Photo courtesy of DB McNicol My mate John is always showing pictures on Instagram of the most random things he discovers in life. As a result, I failed surprise when I logged on today to see the picture of the manikin. The manikin was, as they usually are, without a head and hands. John stood next [...]
#6WSP: Family
The bond uniting us together. Forever. I wrote this in response to this week's Saturday six word story prompt.
SPF: The sculpture
There was one of those human sculptures in the local park. My partner, Michael, thought it would be funny to make them break out of character if it was only for a moment. It would be my job to video everything so that Michael could find himself an overnight sensation on the Internet. I got [...]
SPF: Deal too far
Photo courtesy of Morguefile “Honey, you went believe the deal I’ve found down at the scrapheap!” William was brimming over with excitement as he rushed through the door. “Where are you?” There was a sigh as his wife lifted herself from the couch. “Coming.” She shuffled her heavily pregnant form down the hallway. He propelled her [...]
WW: Meeting
This is a fictional meeting I think would have happened behind the scenes at number 10 this week! While he was watching his chief adviser addressing everyone in the gardens, Boris let his face drop into his hands. Finally, he knew exactly what everyone must stop them thinking when he was talking to the [...]
#FFFC: The shop
Debbie walked to the front of her shop and felt a shock at finding everything covered in newspaper. They weren’t closing down until next week, so confused didn’t even cover her feelings as she felt for the keys in her pocket. Just as her fingers touched the icy edge of the keys her eyes spotted [...]
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