Cats mortal enemy number one: dogs Written for Saturday six word story prompt (6WSP)
Tag: Short Story
Friday fictioneers: Coded message
PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr Ben returned from the counter. He saw the luminous colour of the Post-it but he could not read it until he put his glasses on. Once he did he became very confused. The words written were “Marx, Highgate.” Why would anybody put that on his book? Was it a code? Should he [...]
Carrot ranch September 12: greatest gift
The greatest gift I ever received came not from anyone else. No, the greatest gift was the boost to my self-confidence when I showed my pictures to someone for the first time. While it wasn’t just someone because my friends had convinced me to put up a gallery as a kind of display of my [...]
WW: What once was lost…
I spent my childhood with everybody willingly pointing out my difference at every given opportunity. It was not like they were pointing it out as a good thing. Instead, they seem to tell me I was useless. It was bad enough growing up in an orphanage, but my lack of arms made me stand out [...]
FFftPP: Left out
I was watching the class with nothing short of envy. It wasn’t like I was able to join in and I’m sure the organisers had been well aware of that when they arranged it. I already knew I had no arms which put me at a disadvantage, but did I really need to know that [...]
#FFFC: Destruction
Oh typical, the one I said I wanted to try and write some flash fiction from Alice's point of view I get a photo, with a hand in it! (Alice has no arms!) The two sisters sitting outside as the sun shone on yet another summer’s day. Sharon, the eldest, had just found out how [...]
SPF: Wrong generation
Photo courtesy of LL Jones It was the first day of her holiday and Vicky wanted to do everything her grandchild, Marnie, had told her to. She wore the sunglasses that had been picked out for her and then pulled out the contraption that her grandchild had told her was an iPhone. Doing everything she [...]
6WSP: Hope
This is nothing but a nightmare This is written in response to Saturdays six word story prompt.
TLT: The bite
“It bit me!” As the man ran away, the snake handler bit her lip trying not to laugh. “Tina, how often have I told you not to lick the people holding your head?” Written for this week's three line tales
The green spot
They had been looking forward to this moment. It was going to be the first time they had ever marched together. Time to show off their own abilities and get themselves recognised as a competent marching band. Well, that was the plan. A meeting place was arranged at the green spot. The group were aiming [...]
