Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers 4-24-2017

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. 

photo-20170417154624695This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yinglan

Peter kicked the wagon wheel, glaring down at the next-door-neighborhood suburbs. “This has got to be the worst western landmark ever.”

“According to this,” Susan corrected, “this was where Custer made his last stand.”

“In Omaha?”

She pointed out the passage in the guidebook.

“Babe, Custer’s Last Stand was in Montana.”

“You sure?”

“History major here, remember.”

She looked over at the wagon.

“So what happened here?”

He kicked at the wagon wheel, walked around to the other side.

“In Honor of the Largest Pumpkin in Calvert County.  95 lbs. 1999. Grown by Grover C McDonald, Farmer.”


He chuckled. “Yep. Probably the only Pumpkin Memorial in the USA. You always find the coolest spots.”  Wrapped an arm around her. “Come on, babe, I’ll buy you some pumpkin pie.”






FFfAW Challenge 2-9-2017


Thank you Mike Vore for our photo prompt this week!


The Last Flight of the Daisy Mae

“Daisy Mae, huh?”

They were still dressed from the funeral.

She rubbed the truck door, rust coating her fingers, under her nails, wishing it would remain there forever. She was born after the war, grew up on her father’s stories of the Daisy Mae and the men who served her.

“My father always said the plane wouldn’t let them die.”

He’d never known Linda’s dad, but he knew the courage of war from his own time in the cockpit. In times of great need, fear turned into courage and courage saved men’s lives. Bound them together forever.

“He never flew again, not in the sky, but he flew in this truck. He said it held the memory of those who fought beside him that day.”

Without a word, he snapped to attention and saluted the truck, the courage of eleven men who experienced a miracle that day on the Daisy Mae.

Holding his hand, Linda cried.

This story is fiction, the rest is not.


Flight crew of the Daisy Mae, B-24D Liberator Bomber on July 24, 1943:

  • 1st Lt. Joseph A. Gall, Pilot
  • Flight Officer John N. Van Horn, Co-Pilot
  • 2nd Lt. Benjamin I. Weiss, Navigator
  • 2nd Lt. Myron W. Jensen, Bombardier
  • S.Sgt. Arvid B Ambur, Flight Engineer and Waist Gunner
  • TSgt Thomas Wyckoff, Assistant Engineer and Top Turret Gunner
  • S.Sgt. Robert L. Patterson, Radioman and Waist Gunner
  • S.Sgt. Francis J. Perkins Jr. Armorer, Assistant Radioman, and Ball Turret Gunner
  • S. Sgt. Robert B Storts, Nose Gunner
  • S. Sgt. Earl W. Conley, Tail Gunner
  • Sgt. Joseph “Pop” Evans, Photographer


Daisy Mae down on the beach at Midway after a harrowing raid against Wake Island. Landed with no brakes – you can see hydraulic fluid blown back on the fuselage, around 13 gallons of fuel and 800 bullet holes.



Another shot of the downed Daisy Mae






Sunday Photo Fiction – May 8th 2016

The idea of Sunday Photo Fiction is to create a story / poem or something using around about 200 words with the photo as a guide.



Sunday Photo Fiction

Somehow the possibility just hadn’t occurred to him, not that it was impossible, but as it had never risen to mind he’d never confronted the reality until he’d arrived at the site. There was nothing left, nothing except the shattered remains of some sort of shelf or cabinet.

Everything else, every frame and timber and Tupperware, was gone as if it had never been.

“Holy Heck,” he mumbled, stunned into just standing and staring.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

He took a breath to speak, closed his mouth.  Tried again. “This is the site. This is the site but…”

“Nobody’s lived here for years.”

He cocked his head. “Yes… no.”  Looked around at specific points which proved this was the correct plot. “Where could they have gone?”

He heard her walk away, glanced back, before moving over to kneel before the cabinet.

“Virginia,” he whispered. “Where are you?”

Knife-craved on the back of the cabinet were the words Croatoan II.



A Short Defination of Evil

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Wicked Witch.”

Evil –  1) any action done outside the bounds of humanity; 2) when good people look the other way.

There are always going to be “evil” people, Hitler being a prime example. But was he evil?  To our way of thinking yes, to his, no.  He might have been a sociopath, but evil as in fallen angel, Satan, demon, Lucifer, serpent?  Lord of the Sith?  How about Sauron? Isn’t that a little beyond what a ‘normal’ man or woman could possibly achieve?  Doesn’t that give him more power than he actually had? And, in a very weird way, is an attempt to excuse the rest of the world for not doing more sooner.

This post isn’t to say Hitler or his actions were acceptable, much less good. But if he was just a sociopath, how did the Holocaust happen?

Because good people looked the other way and did nothing.