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: cool or creepy?

Flash Fiction: cool or creepy?

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Every other Saturday, Jianna and Rosy took a break from their busy school schedules and visited the neighbourhood park, playing their favourite pass-time, “cool or creepy”.

Rosy claimed, she had a gift of knowing people. She’d once read in a book that identical twins were born with supernatural gifts and had been obsessed with the idea ever since, firmly believing hers to be the gift to Judge a person at first sight. Jianna thought it to be nothing but a house wives tale, still, she indulged her twin sister

“So, what do you think about that guy there with the blue on blue?” Jianna asked
“Him? Definitely creepy”, Rosy replied casually.
Jianna took a good long look at the man and concluded, Rosy was just a weird person.

At night, in the comfort of her dormitory, Jianna turned on the radio to hear an alert about a man who had kidnapped a girl from the park. The only thing to identify him, he wore a blue shirt with a blue cap.


Word count: 171. The above story is in response to Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge. Each week, a picture is given and we are to write a story of 75-175 words only. Thank you very much @The storyteller’s abode for this week’s photo.

Flash Fiction: The Mysterious Gem

Flash Fiction: The Mysterious Gem

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“It’s not just a gem”, began Mr Parker, trying to convince his daughter that the gem he got her was something more.

“Yeah… And Father Christmas is not just a myth”, she concluded. Two things were obvious to Mr Parker: one, his little girl was growing up and two, she wasn’t buying into his magical gem story.

“Alright honey”, Mr Parker gave up. “The truth is, the conference went on too long and I didn’t have time to get you that book you wanted, or get you anything really”. And then he confessed to coming across an Airport trader, Fatima Bhi, who traded Arabian items and she sold him the gem.

“It’s alright”, Sarah sighed “at least you didn’t just forget like the last time”.

Sarah placed the gem on her bedside drawer that night, when a bright pink light emanated from the gem illuminating the entire a room. Wide-eyed and terrified, a feminine voice spoke in a calming tone:
               “I hear someone is in need of a little love”.


Word count:169. The above story is in response to Flash fiction for aspiring writers photo prompt challenge, hosted by Priceless Joy. This week’s image was provided by an amazing blogger, Jade.M thank you.

Flash Fiction: The new tenants

Flash Fiction: The new tenants

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“Don’t!”, Ibrahim’s voice resonated in the silence.
“Why can’t I follow that lane?”, Sana protested. Ibrahim lingered a moment too long in indecision and his sister, Sana, turned towards the opposite street when her hand was jerked backwards.

“Rumour has it, the new tenants of funky munky are cultists“, Ibrahim conceded. Then added, “you know, blood drinkers”.
“I know what cultists are”, Sana retorted, rubbing her wrist where he’d grabbed her.

She looked at the eccentric house- With its curtain-tight windows and closed door, the place looked empty, as was the norms of the houses in the area. The only audible sounds were the occasional screeching of passing cars.

Ibrahim’s thick black brows were furrowed and he wore his lips in a thin line- Sana decided he was serious. They walked in silence before He broke the ice,
“So, I guess we’re back to not talking huh?
Her silence was enough answer. Ibrahim smiled, knowing his sister couldn’t stay mad if her life depended on it. They’d soon as well make up.


word cont: 172 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 required a 75-175 word story on it. Thank you @TJParis for providing us with his week’s picture. 

Flash Fiction: Snapped

Flash Fiction: Snapped

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Miss Blanche was an OCD, pattern obsessed lovely neighbor. Each day, she got out at a certain time, washed, cleaned, shopped and my favorite- painted in the middle of her picturesque garden which I, as the only neighborhood kid then, was given the honor of an open invitation at all times.

She’d stand in her garden, wearing a pink top and black pant and work the magic of her paint brush onto the board. She didn’t talk much, which suited me fine because all my attention was on her work of art which always turned out spectacular. That was our life until twelve years back.

I awoke one morning to find a yellow tape around Miss blanche’s house. She had been charged with first degree murder of her husband, following 62 stab wounds in their living room. I didn’t believe it until she pled guilty in court. That day I learnt something about humans, for a darling like Miss Blanche to snap, Lord only knows what goes on in married homes.


word count: 170. This post is in response to flash fiction for aspiring writers photo prompt challenge. This week’s photo prompt was provided by Graham Lawrenece, Thank you! If you would like to participate or read other flash fiction stories, just click on the link above.

Flash Fiction: Retmor Manor

Flash Fiction: Retmor Manor

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Lucinda slugged her way through a rocky, undulating pathway to arrive at the hill-top. Stopping to catch her breath, she noted down the exterior of Retmor manor, all the while, cursing her luck for getting the most boring assignment- History of Retmor manor.

It was a ginormous stony rectangular building with high walls and an isolated tower placed at each angle. A narrow metal door led towards the interior of the building and there were no other exits. The first floor was bare while the second contained portraits lined across it’s walls. At the far-right corner was the picture of a lady who could pass for “18th century Lucille”. Lucille stared jaw-dropped at the picture, lost for words. She rubbed her eyes, re-affirming it wasn’t in fact a dream.

Just then a male voice boomed all around the mansion, Lucille’s heart quickened and pulse raced. “Don’t be scared, your highness“, the voice said “this is only your destiny“. The color drained from Lucille’s face and all she could think of was “I am so screwed”.


word count: 175. This story is in response to Flash Fiction for aspiring writers photo prompt challenge, hosted by Priceless Joy. Every week, a new photo is released and the participants are required to write a 150 word story (give of take 25). It is so much fun participating named also reading the wonderful stories written by the other writers. Do check out the link above, there is a story for everybody there.

Flash Fiction: Who dunnit?

Flash Fiction: Who dunnit?

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A loud explosion rocked the Gotham’s town hall, it was a time of great upheal. The skimpy dressed, high heeled ladies found themselves kicking the heels and running helter skelter within moments. Married men forgot their wives, Sirs forgot their mistresses, ladies forgot their friends, only mothers remembered for a moment to find their kids whereabout.

It all started with the ice-duck like statue. One minute, men were sipping wine and gazing at the intricate and beautifully finished gallant design of an ice duck, the next, a rumble originating from the ice-duck’s pit and crumbling of blocks sent them running.

For months after the explosion, the town hall was rarely visited by sane individuals and the question of “who dunnit” died down like the explosion.

Oldman Grimes couldn’t help but roar out in a manner fit to wake the dead whenever he thought of the ice-duck job. “Ahh, it was so easy”, he boasted wiping a tear from his eyes. Of all the tricks he’s played on an ex, that was his favorite.


Word count: 173 This post is in response to the Flash fiction for Aspiring writers photo prompt challenge. I apologize for the late response and my absence from the blogosphere. Travelled to a place with very poor network, will be leaving by Friday. I can’t wait to read all if your wonderful posts when I get back. 🙂

Flash Fiction: Blackouts Finale

Flash Fiction: Blackouts Finale

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          “I have to do this.”
           “Are you sure?”

Allison nodded and Richard Blake let her be. It was the last day of a nerve wrecking two weeks trial. Allison walked forward, knelt down and mouthed the words “thank you”. A tear trickled down her cheeks onto the cemented slab.

Anna Michaelson (1984-2015) was imprinted in stone. Allison wondered how a person, who didn’t know her, never even met her, could give her life up for her. She had read of guardian angels and fairy god mothers in fantasies, now, she knew it was actually a reality. They are real and Anna is hers.

Anna kept her promise to Richard. The evidence she gave him were enough to put H in jail for life. Allison’s cheeks dampened as she recalled how Richard together with Anna’s evidence made her case. She felt a pang of guilt, knowing Anna died for her. Sure there was no evidence to indicate foul play, but Allison knew in the depth of her heart, Anna’s drowning was no accident.

“It’s almost time”, Richard whispered, placing a hand on his daughter’s shoulder.
So what’s next?” He asked, as they made their way out of the cemetery.
“For a start, to get as far away from this town”, Allison declared.

“Still wary about me?” Richard questioned after a pause. Her silence tugged at him but then he noticed the way her lips curved upward. Not one to accept defeat, he continued,
                  “I love you too.”
Sorry?” Allison questioned, one brow raised with a confused expression on her face.
Well, it’s just… you can love someone even though you don’t trust them. That is part of true love , loving someone even though you don’t trust them.
            Allison laughed… “Let’s go nail this trial!


Its been a long run, 16 weeks to be precise but it’s about time for Blackouts to come to an end. I want to say a big THANK YOU to Priceless Joy for hosting this flash fiction challenge and also to everyone who read and liked and commented and most importantly, criticized. Only so much details can be put into a flash fiction piece, but I hope this kinda wraps it up. Let’s see if I can join the pieces together into a more compact story with developed characters. But for now, looking forward to next week’s non-serial flash fiction. Here’s a link to the other Blackout Series.    THANK YOU!

Flash Fiction: Blackouts (15)

Flash Fiction: Blackouts (15)

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 He was a golden brown marian breed with long black mane. A white patch ran across the medial section of his face, making him stand out among the other horses.

“His name’s Spirit”, Anna said as she noticed Richard’s gaze fixated on her horse. Richard turned to face a smallish young lady standing at many feet below him. He noticed her oval face and blond hair cut into a shoulder length bob. She had sky-blue eyes which was enhanced by a winged eyeliner.

Richard shied his gaze away lest she caught him staring and Anna got down to bussiness. She narrated in a matter of fact manner, her ordeal with H, how she escaped and her belief that Richard’s daughter, was H’s present target. She explained to Richard the scene she met at H’s place and the implicating details on his computer.

“I’ll get them to you tomorrow”, Anna promised. She led Richard to his car, parked at the pavement of the stable’s lake. Unknown to either, a pair of eyes at the lake had seen them.


Word count: 177. This post is in response to the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge hosted by Priceless Joy. Thanks to everyone who has stuck with me right from the 1st part and welcome to all new readers :). P.S- there is no “Marian” horse breed (i made that up 🙈). You can find all the previous parts of Blackouts: HERE A little tip, Part 9 may or may not be intertwined with this 🙂 

Blackouts (14)

Blackouts (14)

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The shouts of school kids in the background awoke Allison from her light slumber. She turned around to find a couple of boys dressed in cream and brown uniforms, posing excitedly for a picture. The smiles on their faces was magical. For a moment, Allison wished she could go back in time.

She rose from the spot she’d been lying and offered the group some money to get candy. They jumped excitedly, hugging and thanking her- It was an overwhelming feeling.

The boys departed to get their treat leaving Allison wondering where Richard was. After all, it was his idea to spend the day at the beach after their nerve wrecking interview with the detectives the previous day.

Richard Blake had left while Allison was sleeping, to answer a call from his secretary. She knew he wasn’t taking any new cases so it had to be an urgent business. Turns out, a woman named Anna had called needing to speak to Richard. All she said was that it was about his daughter, Allison Blake


This post is in response to Flash fiction for Aspiring writers photo prompt challenge. The beautiful picture of the jolly boys above was lent to us by Ellespeth (Thank You). You can find the previous blackouts series HERE . Thanks for Reading. Word Count: 175.