Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #26

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When the two old roommates saw their Uber coasting toward them, they got up to flag it down.

“Ugh, I’m glad we quit drinking. Otherwise we’ll be puking all over the cab,” @n+h0ny started.

“So what if we didn’t quit drinking? This is the latest Uber cab that has automated cleaning services, complete with refreshing and cleansing abilities. It wouldn’t have mattered even if we puked,” N:9e1 replied. “It will simply clean up everything and we even have time for a smoke before we reach our place.”

“But I do miss the taste of beer and alcohol. And the smokes, of course,” @n+h0ny said wistfully as they loaded themselves into cab.

“Well, you gain some, you lose some. I mean, we could be dead 500 years ago,” N:9e1 countered. “Uploading our consciousness into this latest GT-2000 models and living to see all this – ” he waved at their surroundings. “worth it!”

“Yes, worth it!” @n+h0ny agreed and they laughed as the driverless Uber beamed to their private planet two galaxies away in less than 7 minutes.

(177 words)


Hmm, I must say, this is my first time trying my hand at a sci-fi genre. It’s not as easy as it looks, and I did not even go into details. I don’t know how sci-fi writers, or fantasy writers, craft a completely alien yet recognisable world. Salute.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Welcome to “Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.” Each week I will be posting a photo I grab off the internet and challenge bloggers to write a relatively short flash fiction piece inspired by the photo. While there are no definitive style or word limits, I suggest trying to keep your posts to under 300 words.

Prompt: Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #26

FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: WEEK #33

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The Best-Laid Schemes

Not all hot air balloons fly.

Some drift and others float. Ours died and the pilot, together with his crew, is desperately resuscitating it. The envelope rises and falls to the rhythm of our bored breathes as the crew members blow, ironically, cold air into it with the fan before they turn on the propane burners. Another crew member is circling the balloon like a patrol soldier – not knowing what to look for but pretending to look busy to avoid a scolding from his commanding officer.

The weather looks good; the prognosis does not.

“Oh, how can this happen?” my wife cries and stamps her feet. “We should be up there hours ago, enjoying the sight!”

“M’am, I’m sorry but we are trying our best -” the pilot starts.

“Well, your best is not enough! Try harder!” my wife yells back.

I shake my head in resignation. I could have told him it is pointless to explain; she is used to getting her way.

She turns to me. “This is so unfair!”

I nod. It is very unfair indeed, God. I was looking forward to going up there in the balloon and pushing her off.

(196 words)


I have no idea where this story comes from. I started with the sentence “Not all hot air balloons fly.” without an idea what I want to write next. I thought about going all philosophical but decided against it halfway. Before I knew it, this darkly humorous story completed itself in front of me and I wondered “Why not?”

I would have probably made a very good murderer if people leave me alone long enough…

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below,

Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner is a weekly writing challenge designed for both the flash fiction newbie and the more experienced writer. It is the desire of this challenge to allow writers the opportunity to clear the cobwebs from a more tedious and involved project. Becoming a part of a new and growing writer’s community might be just what the doctor ordered to rejuvenate your writing juices.

The challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner will open early Wednesday morning.

Allow the prompt to take you anywhere you want to go! (Limit your stories to 200 words.)

The Six Easy Guidelines

  1. A photo prompt topic is to be used as your ‘muse’. They will arrive promptly at midnight each Wednesday morning.
  2. Include the photo prompt and its credits with your story on your blog.
  3. All stories are to be crafted and honed to under 200 words in length.
  4. Each flash fiction piece should have a clear beginning, middle, and end. No serial stories. It is harder to stay abreast of a serial story. (Please keep content PG-13.)
  5. Once you have your post complete, create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. If that is not an option for you, add your post’s link in the comments section.

Prompt: FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: WEEK #33

Friday Fictioneer – 9 AUGUST 2019

PHOTO PROMPT © Randy Mazie

Boarded Up

“That’s the meeting place for the most close-minded people in our town,” his grandma replied. “They think they’re solving problems but all they do is talk, blame others and re-direct townsfolk’s attention to unimportant matters, like harmful effects of video games and outsiders arriving at our town.”

“So that’s like a town hall? Is that why we decorate it with flowers?” the boy asked.

“No, that’s probably because Mother Nature can’t stand the thought of our leaders being unable to spell ‘trespassing’ correctly,” his grandma replied. “Let’s go, we actually have important things to do, unlike those jokers in there.”

(100 words)


Keep calm and continue what we are supposed to do.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Prompt: Friday Fictioneer – 9 AUGUST 2019

Twittering Tales # 147 – 30 July 2019

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Photo by enriquelopezgarre at Pixabay.com

Group Think

The long weekend holidays were here so they took half day off from work. They thought they set off early enough to beat the holiday crowd.

They thought wrong.

The beach was packed when they reached.

Everyone else had the same idea too.

Humankind was not any different from sardines.

(280 characters)


A long weekend holiday is coming up soon in my country. There is a very good reason why I always stay at home and hibernate instead of going out. The thought of the crowds scares me.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. This is important as I have noticed that some of the ping backs have not been working. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.

Prompt: Twittering Tales # 147 – 30 July 2019

100 Word Wednesday: Week 130

Image by Bikurgurl

Crabby Fate

They were disoriented.

First, they were walking sideways from one end to the other on the beach, terrorizing everyone. Next minute, they were on their backs with their scrawny stick-like legs kicking helplessly in the air. How on ocean did that happen?

Beach.

They could not even right themselves. Sky became ground and ground became air.

Meanwhile, their own bodies were looking down at them. Poseidon had given his crustacean children a choice – to adapt to their new two-legged unprotected bodies or to return to their previous crabby lives?

(90 words)


I enjoy writing and perpetrating the absurdity of this story. Sort of like Freaky Friday, except you don’t get Jamie Lee Curtis, only crabs. If you get what I mean. LOL

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

How to participate? A few guidelines as we begin….

  1. Simply check my feed, or search the reader, for the 100WW or tag #100WW, post each Wednesday. I’ll also be posting on my InstagramTwitter, and Facebook Feeds.
  2. Write your submission on your blog, Instagram, Twitter, or Facebook Feed and ping back to the weekly blog post. Feel free to use the image provided or your own. Please do credit the artist whose image we use — Links provided.
  3. I have not enabled automatic pingbacks due to a plethora of spam messages attempting to link up. Do feel free to also continue posting your links and I will enable your pingbacks as I check my blog. Thank you for understanding!!
  4. I’ll provide a Weekly Summary, or Windup, of posts on or by Tuesday; take the opportunity to read and comment on your fellow bloggers posts {keeping in mind to give each other grace and space}. I try to read them all and post your submission in the Weekly Windup.
  5. Have fun! I enjoy reading your challenge submissions!

Prompt: 100 Word Wednesday: Week 130

Friday Fictioneers – 19 JULY 2019

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Three Wise Monkeys

“Yes, I know, I’ve already informed the owner. She’s left,” he answered, holding his phone to his ear. He gave the owner a thumbs-up and smiled. “OK, boss,” he acknowledged before hanging up.

“Here, extra spicy with mustard, just how you like it,” Betsy handed the hot dog to Channing. “Careful, it’s hot.”

“Thanks, Betsy. Anyway, my boss’s leaving soon. Just hide here for a while, ” Channing informed.

“Thanks, Channing, you’re the best.”

“Hey, gotta look after our own, right?” Channing grinned. “See no evil, hear no evil -”

“Give no shit,” Betsy and Channing said in unison, laughing.

(100 words)


I saw the white statue covering the eyes and the security guard seemingly speaking into his mobile phone, I could not help but think of the three wise monkeys. And given that lady barely bothered by the security guard’s presence, this story slowly surfaced into my mind.

I was honestly surprised by where this story took me, actually, as I started without a single idea where it was heading. But in a way, I like how this story ended, showing how the base people could hardly care about what the higher management wants. So I guess everything works out in the end.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Prompt: Friday Fictioneers – 19 JULY 2019

I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu Challenge #27

sex symbol

notice my body
but you fail to see my brain
you will pay dearly


You’ll be in big trouble if you ever make that mistake. I did. Let’s just say it did not turn out well.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

PLEASE follow them! I’d hate to not see your piece(s) represented in the recap the following week! Confused? Any questions – email me at sushibocks@gmail.com   

For more detailed information, read about this challenge here.

  • Create a standard three line, 5/7/5 syllable count haiku/senryu
  • Deadline to submit for this week’s challenge will be 11:59pm 7/13/19
  • Up to 3 pieces permitted
  • Link your piece to this “IWH Haiku/Senryu Challenge” on your post
  • Always give photo credit if there is one

Prompt: I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu Challenge #27

Three Line Tales, Week 179

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photo by Richard Clark via Unsplash

The castle guards its secrets; there is no way of entering or exiting as the castle stands alone in the middle of the lake.

Dying to find out the mystery of this impossible construct, generation after generation expends futile efforts to understand the castle.

And generation after generation of the alien race living at the bottom of the lake praises the wisdom of their ancestors.


When you want to hide things, you hide it in plain sight. When I saw this image, what attracts my attention is not the castle but the waters. Such magical qualities of the waters must speak for themselves!

After all, we have heard of Lady of the Lake, so why not Aliens of the Lake?

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
  • Link back to this post (& check the link shows up under the weekly post).
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.

Prompt: Three Line Tales, Week 179

Kira’s Sunday Scribbles

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When Heaven Descends

It was a Tuesday late morning when Heaven descended onto Earth.

All the talk about TGIF went through the roof on the Internet. The happiest, of course, were the office workers stuck in a dead-end job they detested but chained down to the desk for financial purposes.

Among them was Yanna, who immediately took the opportunity and screamed “It’s the end!” before she grabbed all her belongings and ran to the nearest coffeehouse for an upsize mint chocolate milkshake with whipped cream, roasted chopped hazelnut and rainbow coloured chocolate rice as toppings.

Her diet plan could wait.

Then she went to a nearby park, laid her shawl on the grass and sat down to enjoy her drink, as well as the sight before her. But mostly the drink. Her phone chirped and absentmindedly, she checked the message. It was from the work group chat, all her colleagues sharing photographs of their various exploits and the immediate supervisor endorsing their actions before informing them the deadline for their project would not change.

She briefly considered taking the rest of the week off but decided against it. Heaven might have descended but her bank would raise Hell if she failed to repay that month’s installment of student loan. She continued her leisurely and unofficially day off looking at the beautiful sight before her as she sipped her milkshake.

Heaven returned to its original position when everyone woke up on Wednesday morning.

“Sorry,” the stars spelled. “for the false alarm.”

Yanna was glad she did not behave impulsively the previous day. But she, like many other people, was aghast and went back counting down for TGIF.

(273 words)


If I must really admit, this is inspired by Neil Gaiman’s Chivalry. It’s an absurd story but I love it! I decided to try my hand at this silliness and discovered how ridiculous I can get as I write the story. Overall, I enjoy the writing process for this particular piece.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Welcome to Kira’s weekly inspirational art piece.

Let the whole picture tell you a story, or dive into the small intricate details to make one up! Write a poem, a fiction piece or come up with a picture or drawing of your own, that you feel relates to it.

Prompt: Kira’s Sunday Scribbles

 

Thursday photo prompt: Monochrome #writephoto

The Manor Atop the Hill

Atop the hill, the Johnson family lived in a great ancient manor. Legend has it that a young couple had moved in some twenty years ago and there was great talk in the town. The townsfolk learnt that the wife was pregnant and would give birth soon.

Sadly, she gave birth not in the middle of the night when there was a thunderstorm. Instead, she gave birth on a sunny high noon in a local hospital and no wolves howled. She also did not die of a difficult childbirth while cursing the father and the townspeople; in fact, the couple had five children in total, three girls and two boys.

The eldest was a girl and the youngest was a boy and they were all healthy. The children did not visit doctors for any major illnesses and the only times when they did was for immunisation shots.

And whenever the Johnson family came down to the town, it was always in broad daylight without any bats trailing behind them and there were no eccentric behaviours. The parents were amicable and the children were polite; they misbehaved at times naturally, as all children did but there were no anomalies, neither were there any commotion or deaths in the local pet population.

The family did not even have a hunchback butler or a pale skin maid. They were a family of normalcy with no dark history or hidden secrets.

The town could find no possibilities of spreading any malicious rumours. Eventually, they gave up and waited for the next family to move into the great ancient manor atop the hill to find opportunities of spreading dark rumours.

(275 words)


If I have to say, this is inspired by Jane Austen’s Northanger Abbey. I saw the photo prompt and all sorts of horror and supernatural ideas came to mind. Then I realised, story setting discrimination is very real. I see a photo and immediately went to a dark place. So I decided to go the opposite direction.

This is nowhere near Austen’s standards but I really had whale of a time writing this, making it as ridiculous as possible through the abuse of all horror elements. Overall, this is one piece of fun writing.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 8th May  and link back to this post with a pingback to be included in the round-up.  There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family friendly.

Prompt: Thursday photo prompt: Monochrome #writephoto