Flash Fiction: In the moment

Flash Fiction: In the moment

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D.I Lucy was led through a snow-covered narrow pathway which led to the penthouse’s door. Both sides were bordered by a variety of flowers consisting of chrysanthemums, oleanders; those were the only two she could identify under the blanket of ice which formed thorny cushions on the plants.

One in particular caught her gaze. Slowing her pace, she tried to place the flower in her mind. What was it called again?

It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
D.I Lucy’s thoughts were interrupted by her guide who wasn’t much of a talker, which suited Lucy just fine.
“I noticed you staring at that flower a little longer“.

D.I Lucy managed a weak smile in return as they arrived the house door, making a mental note to check out the guide later on- she was observant. D.I Lucy made three sharp knocks on the door, bracing herself for the worst part of her job- breaking bad news.


Word count: 154 words. This story is in response to Flash Fiction for aspiring writers photo prompt challenge where each week we are given a picture and are to write a 75-175 word story surrounding it. Thank you very much @loniangraphics for this week’s photo.

Flash Fiction: Death’s Edge

Flash Fiction: Death’s Edge

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Death’s edge was as gruesome as its name. The air smelled like a mixture of burnt wood and rotten meat, the atmosphere had a constant haze around it and the trees had several twisted branches which mimicked wrinkled hands pulling at a person especially with the forest’s limited lighting.

This was the reason D.S Fenworthy was sceptical about being sent to pick up his boss and partner D.I Lucy who happened to be at death’s edge. Lucky enough, he found D.I Lucy standing at the side of the road, casually dressed in baggy pants and a hoodie, her black scarf on her head and a bag slung over her shoulder. D.S Fenworthy was only too grateful to have no reason to enter death’s edge.

He looked at his boss, swallowed hard, then said, “can I ask you a question, boss?”
Seeing D.I Lucy’s nod, he continued, “you okay?”
D.I Lucy fixed her gaze towards the road, twirling her empty ring finger with her right hand and letting the silence answer.


word count: 170. This story is in response to flash fiction for aspiring writers photo prompt challenge hosted by priceless Joy where each week a picture is provided and we are to write a 75-175 word story on it. Thank You very much @yarnspinner for this week’s picture. 

Flash Fiction: The slithering guest

Flash Fiction: The slithering guest

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“You know the drill, so let’s get moving,” ordered Big Sis, to nods and stamps of the ten year olds assigned to her.

“Batch A, head North.”
“Batch B, East, and mind the slopes.”
“Batch C, continue west and be wary…”

Whatever batch C was supposed to be wary of, nobody found out. Little Jim interrupted by pointing with trembling hands, towards the dead-beat car which had been in that forest for as long as anyone could remember.

Em, big sis“, he was saying “There’s a snake on the car.”

Big sis smiled, then said “Is that so Jim, just like there was a roach in yesterday’s dinner when you didn’t want to eat.”

Little Jim protested, joined by the other kids.

She reluctantly turned her back to the kids, to face a slithering creature on the car roof.

Big sis swayed on her feet,  before slumping to the ground with a thud so loud, it brought Big brother to the site. The kids were never more grateful to have an extra camp master.


word count: 174. This story is In response to Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers challenge. Where, each week we are provided with a picture and are to write a  75-175 word story in it. A big Thank you to @Tim Livingston for providing us with this week’s photo.

Flash Fiction: The Piano Man

Flash Fiction: The Piano Man

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The piano was bundled up and sent for forensics with an “urgent” note attached to it. Meanwhile, D.I Lucy and her new Partner, D.S Fenworthy surveyed the crime scene.

What’s your take?”

D.S Fenworthy replied without missing a beat, “never have I seen the crime scene of a horrific bloody murder without even a speck of dirt.”

“The killer cleans up nicely huh?” Jumped in Lucy.

“I’ll say.” Replied Fenworthy, shuddering inwards. “It was a bloody kill. The coroner estimates, the victim should have lost over 3 pints of blood, if not more from injuries she sustained.”

“and not a drop is present here for the CSI to work on,” concluded Lucy.

They both looked around in silence at the spotless parlour, until D.S fenworthy finally uttered what they both feared,

“you think it’s him again, boss?”

well, we haven’t received a package yet, which is his signature, so“, She shrugged, sounding hopeful.

Just then, a voice called from outside,

“Boss, we found a package”. 

D.S Lucy shuddered at the thought of its contents. 


Word count: 173. The above story is in response to Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge hosted by priceless Joy, where each week we are given an image and are to write a 75-175 word story in it. It’s  been a while since I wrote on my favourite genre “crime” so I thought I’d give it a shot. Thank you very much Mike Vore for this week’s photo.

Flash Fiction: What had happened was-

Flash Fiction: What had happened was-

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Is that bleating, I hear?” Inquired Mr. Jones, whilst gripping the steering wheel.
Silence followed his question and he attributed the noise to his ears playing tricks on him. That was until, he heard the same noise again.

I may be old, but I’m not that old. What is going on?” he demanded.
Silence again. He shook his head, and turned the ignition off to face a pale looking ten year old boy, shaking at the backseat and chewing on his lips.

“Junior?” Mr. Jones raised his brow.

“What had happened was,” began junior, stammering, the goat had looked at him with such pleading eyes that he begged grandpa, to let him bring it along.

Mr. Jones wiped his palm across his forehead and at the warmth of his wife’s hand on his shoulder, swallowed the harsh retort which had sprung to his tongue.

“Well, at least goats aren’t noisy, unlike that grandpa’s parrot”, Mrs Jones joked.

Just then, screeching and squawking noises came from the car boot. All colour drained from Mr. Jones’ face.


word count: 175 words. The above story is in response to Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge, where each week, we are provided with a picture and are to write a 75-175 word story in it.Thank you @majesticgoldenrose for providing us with this week’s photo. 

Flash Fiction: what happened?!

Flash Fiction: what happened?!

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We queued towards the Egypt Air terminal, the air hostess’ voice hovering in the atmosphere, signifying the commencement of boarding for flight E365. Within seconds it seemed, suitcases crashed to the ground, and everyone headed towards one direction- the exit.

The counter clerks were a sight; trying to climb their way over counter tables but their skirts weren’t making it easy an easy task, which thinking back now, made for a funny sight.
We all ran, pushing, scratching and wanting to beat whoever or whatever it was making us run. It wasn’t until we were safely at a distance and out of breath that the question- “what happened?” arose, everyone looking at one another in a quizzical manner.

Long hours of interview and investigation by airport officials eventually revealed the source of the drama. A young lad, whose phone ringtone happened to be “gunshots”, rang incredible loudly and we were the chain reaction that followed. And the man who began it all, he was also amongst the panicked not knowing he was the source.


word count: 174 words. This is in response to flash fiction for aspiring writers photo Prompt challenge. Unfortunately, due to a horrible internet connection and busy exam schedules, I wasn’t able to make it in time to link my story for last week’s challenge. The internet just got back today, so since I had already written, I thought I’d share the story regardless. 🙂 Thank you very much @Dawn Miller for this week’s photo.

Flash Fiction: Beneath the steel

Flash Fiction: Beneath the steel

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Doors were slammed, curtains drawn, babies were nestled to their mother’s bosoms. Mothers looked to their husbands for comforts whilst cradling their kids, and everyone held their breaths as the sound of tires, grazing the tarred ground filled the silence.
The motorcycle gang had arrived.

Their shouts could be heard from a distance as they ravaged the now empty street. But that day was different. Rather than peruse the streets and return to wherever they came from, the gang got down from their bikes- A first.

Another first was that one spoke; I never heard a more angry voice than that, sent chills down my spine.
“They were sick and tired of seeing the corpses of female babies. The infanticide was enough, and the parents of the next girl they see would wish they never saw the face of earth.”

And just as they came, they were gone. I was seven then and didn’t fully understand, but sure enough, there was a lot more girl naming ceremonies and pink baby showers from then on.


word count: 174. This story is in response to Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge hosted by Priceless Joy. Each week we are provided with a picture and are to write a 75-175 story on it. Thank you @Sunayana for providing us with this week’s picture.

Flash Fiction: A little kindness

Flash Fiction: A little kindness

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Mike rarely dwelt in self-pity but that day was an exception. He stared at the sorry looking state of the car in front of him, blaming the kindness of his heart for ever offering to fix it in the first place.

“Not too bad eh,” a voice roused him from his shock.

Mike took a good look at the, em, “car”. It looked like something dragged out of a fast and furious wreckage and he could have sworn the car was sprouting weeds.

“Nothing a little Mike magic can’t fix,” he smiled back, getting a grip on himself, under the eager and kind eyes of the car owner.

“Here goes nothing,” Mike murmured and began. It took a few days but he did it, feeling a sense of accomplishment. The car owner was so overjoyed with the end result, the words that dropped out of his mouth were, “I cannot wait to see what you’ld do on the other two.”

Mike laughed nervously, hoping the car owner was only joking. 


Word count: 171. The above story is in response to Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge hosted by priceless Joy. Thank you very much Mike Vore for providing us with this week’s photo. 

Flash Fiction: Progress-

Flash Fiction: Progress-

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Jeremy Abdul-Kareem Green!” A voice roared from across the parking lot, “you will not kill me before my time.”

The recipient of the intended threat, a young boy dressed in accordance with the impending storm expected to downpour any moment, stopped in his tracks. Jeremy had heard that same statement everyday of his life, he’d mastered a meek appearance with downcast eyes and pouted lips in response.

His mother sighed, then asked in a much lower voice, “what did you do this time?
He had made paper boats and sent them down the toilet.

And they sent you home for that?” She asked quizzically. Turns out, they weren’t just “a few” boats, which resulted in the clogging of the school drain.

Jeremy’s mother paused for a moment, then said, “9 days…The longest you’ve gone without getting into trouble so far,” Jeremy smiled.
I wish you’d made it to ten, but, well it is progress”.

The teacher looking out to see if Jeremy’s mother had arrived was astounded to find the duo hugging.


word count: 173. This story is in response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring writers photo prompt challenge where each week we are provided a picture to write a 75-175 word story on. Thank you very much @Jessica Haines for this week’s photo.

Flash Fiction: Not alone 

Flash Fiction: Not alone 


I apologise for the inconvenience,” Chef Lee was saying, as customers shuffled out of the restaurant. A number of them upset and vividly expressing their displeasure at his abrupt closure in broad daylight.

Chef Lee stepped out to put a lock on the door having cleared the restaurant of staff and customers alike, only to find a young man with a sour-milk expression, blocking the entrance.
Why?” The youngster asked.

Chef Lee sighed, then replied, “I told you. My neighbour, Muhammad’s family, has been detained unwarranted at the airport and I’m going to support him”. 

“Now, if you’ll excuse me“, he added, moving out of the youngster’s way.

The youngster smirked, “what can you do there.” It wasn’t a question, but still, Lee smiled and replied, “reassure him that he is not alone.”


Word count: 133. This story is in response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers photo prompt Challenge. Thank you very much @singledust for providing us with this week’s picture.