The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 500 words and post it 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.
The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 500 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.
The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 500 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.
They stood on the sidewalk, traffic whizzing behind them, staring out at the slow-moving river. “We could tube down the river,” she said, excited about the possibility.
“Maybe we could go riding.”
“That would be fun, too.”
“How about the Children’s Museum?”
“Yeah, maybe later.”
“We could go to the Speedway, just to say we’ve been.”
“We could go swimming.”
“We could get more donuts from that donut shop.”
“How about taking a tour of the city?”
The river swung beneath them, promising forever. In the end, they went back home and watched a movie. Tomorrow, they would find something exciting to do. And tomorrow and tomorrow. And then next year.
Little did she know the lies of the river. He was dead before she ever came back.
The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 500 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.
The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 500 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.
Don’t have many of those any more. Memories, I mean. Got lost somewhere in my mind and they were gone.
Course, my mind is gone, too, so it wasn’t any surprise. But I miss them. Wish I knew what I was like as a six-year old, a twenty-year old, fifty. I’m 101 now, lots of memories gone. Sometimes memories, or the lack of them, are the worst form of torture.
You young folks don’t believe me, I know, but wait until you’re my age. Wish I could remember my wife. Assuming I had one. Maybe I was alone the whole time. If that was the case, I’m glad I don’t remember.
The attendant come up to say it’s time for dinner. I don’t want it. Why eat when you don’t remember it after it’s done?
But I gotta eat otherwise they fuss and fret and threaten. They say I’ve done that before, not eating. Called it a hunger strike, but, course, I don’t remember.
Bet I did some good things in life. Least I hope so. I’d like to be remembered as a good man. Remembered… huh.
Hilarious. Maybe no body else remembers anything either.
“Come on, Mr Connelly, dinner is waiting.” he starts pushing my chair.
Guess my name is Connelly. I wish they call me by my first name. I’d like to know that before I die.
“What were you doing over there, Mr. Connelly?”
“Over where?”
“There, by the window.”
“Nothing.”
“You looked like you were talking to yourself.”
“Phaw…. I ain’t gone that far.”
The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 500 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.
The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 500 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.
The main characters are told that something they have been searching for does not exist.
“Shit.”
“That blows.”
“Are you sure it’s not there?”
“Positive, baby. Look for yourself.”
She scrutinized the paper, turning it over and over as if that might make the thing magically appear.
“But I know I saw it. I know I did!”
“Well. apparently not in this lifetime.”
She tossed down the paper. “That is wrong. I know it. I’ve read it a hundred times, both when I was little and then to the kids.”
“Honey, it’s okay. So the name is different.”
“No the name isn’t different. Why would I remember it wrong?”
“A thousand different reasons, hon. You know how tired you always were at night, getting the kids to bed.”
“I wasn’t that tired.”
“Okay, it doesn’t really matter. It’s the same anyway.”
“No it’s not. Why would my brain remember the wrong name?”
“Why do brains do anything?”
“Don’t give me the runaround, Dan. I’m really worried now about my brain.”
“There is nothing wrong with your brain,” he told her again, gently. “Just because you remember Bereinstein Bears and it’s Bereinstain Bears….”
The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 500 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.
The main characters are told that something they have been searching for does not exist.
The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 500 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.
I lay on the table, oblivious to anything around me. Eyes finally closed. Distant sounds of the sea rolling towards me.
I almost drowned when I was five. My older brother dared me to keep wading out into the surf, further and further until there was no sand beneath my feet.
Then the bad things started. I wasn’t the bad things, but they said they were inside me so I guess they must have been. I don’t remember, but they must have been. The nightmares never left, so they must have been.
I knew he was here, watching me drown.
I drifted further, floating now on the swells, feeling the salt in my veins pulling me down. Past the breakers. Floating out to sea.
To sea. See.
I could finally see. Floating. Drowning in the soft warm rush of waves of darkness.
Warden: “Time of Death. 12:01”
The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 500 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.
He stood on the bank, just beyond the sea grasses, staring out at the rolling ocean beyond. The day was grey, promising a rain he hoped would never come. He needed sunshine and brightness, not rain and gloom. Either way, he’s survive, he supposed, though there were times he wanted to not survive. Times he wanted anything but to survive.
Another marriage down the tubes. You’d think he would have gotten good at it by now, but somehow things always got screwed up. Usually him, but this time her. She’d lied to him since the day they met, claiming love, but in the end she’d just wanted his money.
Stepping over the sea grass, he walked out onto the wind-swept beach, shoes squeaking in the sand. Loosening his tie, he pulled it over his head and dropped it to the ground, shucked his jacket.
What good was love when it could never be trusted? What good was life without love? Why couldn’t he just get it right?
He stopped on the edge of the surf, foam washing up and around his shoes, dampening the edges of his trousers.
Overhead, seagulls called his name. A Sandpiper scurried along the edge of the surf. Beyond the breakers, pelicans rode the waves.
Alone, he walked into the sea.
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