Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner 3-16-2017

The challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner will open early Wednesday morning, March 15th. 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 24th, 2017.

Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner

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“If you crash me into the fricking cliff and ruin this new paint job, I am fricking gonna kill you!”

“Chill!”

He was gonna chill all right, right after he killed his best friend. They’d (whoever they were) told him not to work with his best friend. The stress of the job would tear them apart. He’d laughed. He’d told them to shut up. Nothing came between bros.

Now, Jeremy dangling 50 feet below the copter, struggling to help the trapped climber, he reconsidered the maxim. Fought to keep the copter in one place –  approximately. Any more wind and they’d have to abort. In fact, the tower was telling him to get the hell out.

Jeremy would never abandon the climber. He just wished he’d hurry the frick up.

His headset crackled.

At the same moment, he heard Greg crank the lift, pulling Jeremy and the hiker to safety. As soon as they hit the door, Greg shouted for him to go.

He struggled to fly against rising winds, away from the cliff.  For a moment, he thought a fiery crash was their future, then the copter responded, circling away, back to safety.

He glanced back, gave Jeremy a thumbs-up.

Tonight was a fricking Bud Night.

 

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Better late than never:)

Week of 04-26 through 05-02-2016

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.

 

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The tables were laid for the reception, linen tablecloths, dessert forks and crystal glassware. Candles and flowers adorned each table. The catering staff hovered nervously in the doorways. The only thing missing were the guests.

He sank down in a chair, loosing his cravat. She’d made him wear a damned cravat and then didn’t have the decently to appear. No call, no show, and a church full of guests expecting the wedding of someone’s dreams.

Too bad she’d never mentioned that this wedding was her fantasy and he wasn’t included.

 

Quote For The Day 7-2-2015

You do not see things as they are. You see them as you are. When you look, you see reflections of your being. When you listen, you hear echoes of yourself. If you don’t like something about what you see and hear, no point in smashing the mirror, change who you are becoming.