JSW 3-8-2021

The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 200 words and post to your page. The Challenge starts on Monday and runs through Sunday each week. Please remember to link your story back to this post so everyone can read your entry.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers 3-28-2017

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photo-20170327143644962Photo prompt provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode.

Guide for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

1. A prompt photo will be provided each Tuesday to be used as a base to your story. Please include photo prompt with your story.

2. Linking for this challenge begins on Tuesday and runs to the following Monday evening.

3. Please credit photo to photographer.

4. The story word limit is 100 – 150 words (+ – 25 words). Please try to stay within this limit.


She stood tall and straight before the piano, Archibald playing and their daughter, Maureen, turning the pages. She couldn’t count all the times they’d been like this, one happy family, surrounded by things they loved.

Most of all, she loved the picture of the Blue Woman. In her foolish times, she sometimes pretended she was the Blue Woman. Wondered about her life, her home. Her hopes and dreams. Wondered if, somehow, they mirrored her own.

She’d had dreams before marriage. Visions of singing opera on the stage to applauding crowds, flowers falling at her feet. But her father brooked no such nonsense, nor did her husband. She loved Archibald, but something inside her was being crushed by the very reality of her existence.

Something, she could not ignore.

It was late at night when she left, crying for the loss of her daughter, her husband, her family, but something pushed her on. Refused to let her go back.

Stepping into the horse-drawn carriage, hooves clattering stone, she sank back, peering out the curtain as she left her home forever.

FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2017 WEEK #09

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The challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner will open early Wednesday morning, February 22nd. Allow the prompt to take you anywhere you want to go! (Limit your stories to 200 words.)

This challenge is open until 11:00 pm Friday night, March 3rd, 2017.

FFftPP


The emptiness slashed against the sharp edges of his soul, leaving him raw and bleeding inside. The rows of abandoned parking spaces ran endlessly on, he imagined, to the end of the world. Where had they gone, those mothers and sisters and daughters who once flocked to this empty expanse of asphalt and the abandoned mall beyond?

“Gone,” he said aloud to nobody. “Gone.” As if repeating the word made it not so. Not so lonely; not so abandoned; not so empty. How was it they all disappeared yet the parking lot remained, flat and even and new?

He’d seen nobody since emerging from the shelter. No living being. No bodies. Nothing but empty expanses and abandoned buildings.

Was he the last man on earth? Was this a dream? It felt too real to be a dream. Too empty to be a dream.

He moved towards the abandoned mall. Stealing hurt, but he needed to survive. Was it theft if nobody else was alive? Scavenging, maybe? Maybe not.

Approaching the doors, he saw the hint of a shadow move behind the glass, just a glimpse of motion. Something seen out the corner of one’s eye.

Afraid, he began to run.