Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers 3-16-2017


This week’s photo prompt is provided by Tim Livingston with the blog, The ForesterArtist.

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.

“Whowie,” George cried, pushing through the thick forest undergrowth, face to face with the rusted wreak from another time.

Sam stomped up beside him. Spiders. She hated spiders. So why was she following this idiot through forest pretending to be jungle? Oh, right, she had no reason. If even one spider got in her hair…..

“Relics of a lost civilization!” George pulled off his backpack, digging for his camera. “Can you imagine?” he asked. “Archaeologists have been looking for this for centuries.”

“Don’t overdo it.”

“What do you mean? This is fantastic!”

“No, it isn’t. It’s just Uncle Charlie’s old car.”

George pouted. “You don’t know how to play the game.”

She rolled her eyes.

“I’m telling Mommy,” he frown-cried, running back through the clearing.

Sam followed. “I want lunch.”


boneThe opening sentence for the June 9th  Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: “The first one was a surprise…” Please use this sentence (or this thought) somewhere in your flash.

This challenge is open until 11:00 pm Friday night, June 17th, 2016.

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The Bone Pit

The bone lay surrounded by the team, as if it was a secret we hesitated to share.

“The first one was a surprise,” Sandy said, looking around, mouth slowly turning into an ‘O.’  “It wasn’t, was it? You put it there, didn’t you?” Including us all in the ‘you.’

Charlie nodded.  “Calm down, Sandy. If we didn’t find anything,” said matter-of-fact, “the grant dries up.  We all lose our jobs and go home.”


It was Danny who hit him, knocking him down with one blow of his hammer. Charlie and Danny dragged the body to the edge of the pit and tossed him in.

“That’s four,” Charlie commented. “Coffee?”