Category Archives: flash fiction

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week# 138

Julia was a bit stuck or a prompt this week so she decided it would be, but what is the prompt? Here is my entry.

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Cleopatra

Philippa watched her rival adjust the jet black wig she wore for the role. Her role, the one she’d always dreamed of playing. Sybil gave her a snooty, sideways look, before the curtain parted. She took her place at the prow of the mock galleon in the centre of the stage and gathered her thoughts as a hush fell . . .

 . . . and gathered her thoughts,

. . . but not her lines.

 Philippa sucked in her cheeks as she watched Sybil’s discomfort grow.

‘But what is the prompt Philippa?’ whispered the stage director.

‘I wouldn’t need a prompt,’ she laughed as she walked away.

 

 

 

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week# 136

Julia took her husband for a birthday treat a few days ago and it brought back fifty year old memories, so her prompt this week is . . . it was fifty years ago.

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Walking to way back when

The 4th year boys played ‘A Life on the Ocean Waves’, on assorted instruments and straggled around the grass, tripping over their feet as they concentrated on their fingers. Heavitree church bells chimed twice, signalling for the headmaster, Mr Knowles, to bellow,

‘Miss Rhiendorp’s girls, line up for the first race.’

I took the spoon, carefully balanced the egg and launched straight ahead. Lesley was right beside me, until she dropped her egg; Jane Sheldon dashed past, but fell over just before the end. I won!

It was fifty years ago, the sports field seems smaller now, I’ve walked its length in a flash of memory.

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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week#133

Julia went around Ireland by horse and carriage last week and so her prompt for the 100 word challenge is ‘the white horses were galloping’

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Here is my interpretation.

Circle of Shelter

‘We must reach the menhirs before that Mammatus cloud or we’ll die.’ The white horses were galloping as if they had the wings of Pegasus.

‘Eleanor, you surely don’t believe those druid myths?’

‘Hurry Gabriel.’

We ran like the wind and fell into the circle, as the first thunder clap sounded. The rain swirled, and lightning flashed, darkness descended, though it was barely noon. Surely the hand of some vengeful God.

We woke to find the horses nibbling the sparse moorland grass, like us, completely dry.

Everywhere outside the stone circle was flooded.

‘It’s no myth Gabriel, the beasts know the circle is shelter.’

 

I’m very late this week so the new challenge will be out tomorrow. If you would like to read the other entries visit http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2014/05/12/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week133/

100 Word Challengefor Grown Ups Week# 131

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Julia is expecting some sombre entries this week because her prompt is, …when the night demons visit… here is my entry.

Creeping

Something’s moving in the grass by my feet. It stops for a few seconds and then sets off again. There is a sound, like an army of ants nibbling, every time it halts.

‘Fergus, did you hear that?’

‘Uh, go sleep,’ he groans in the sleeping bag beside me and turns over. On my own then. As I take my next breath my throat dries and closes over, I cough to clear it, and swallow the taste of sulphur. Raising my head an inch, I catch sight of the grass swirling.

When the night demons visit they ride on the back of a snake in the grass.

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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week# 130

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Julia says,

I’m going to change the mood somewhat this week. It has been the Easter week-end and although it was not about chocolate, it has become a sweet-fest! So, the prompt is:

… but it has nuts in…

Of course I’m going to be rebellious so . . .

Walk for your treats

SX65378745 head south west, cross the clapper bridge on the North Teign River, a mile to the kissing gate. Follow the path west to a dry stone wall and then three stones from the top, eight from the triangular one you’ll find a map shoved in.

You’ll see that you must retrace your steps to the horizontal tree, the ground is boggy, take your boots off and wade through, then the hairy cows won’t follow you. See a standing stone that’s fallen? Put your hand in the mud and feel around. Got it? That’s your treasure box.

‘But it has nuts in it.’

‘Uh?’

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100 Word Challenge For Grown Ups Week # 127

Because we put our clocks forward last weekend Julia’s prompt is ‘time marches on’. Here is my entry.

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Past Times

She slithered under the metal bedstead. The object of her desire waited in the dark, dusty space in all its splendour. It had a picture of a dog, and a large winding tube, like a Sally Army trumpet, that she could fit her head into. What could it be she wondered?

‘Get out of there now you naughty girl, I told you not to touch that.’ Surprised, she banged her head on the diamond shaped mesh under the mattress.

That was sixty years ago, now she could plug a tiny gadget into her ears and listen to a thousand different songs. Time marches on.

 

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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week# 126

 

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Julia says, ‘The prompt this week is:

…Family…

You can take it anywhere you like but only use 100 words.’
Here are mine.

Meeting Uzo

The familiar smell of coach station enveloped me and I pressed my nose against the window hoping to see another self. Nothing. The little belly flutters shifted up a notch, more like a train in a tunnel now. I realised I had to move from my seat, I was last.

There were many black faces in Birmingham coach station, but one stood out.

‘Sis,’ said the big black bear as he wrapped me up. I felt shy as I raised my eyes to meet his, but there was the mirror I’d waited so long for, in the eyes of my newly found brother.

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The Crescent Moon Bear Says No

Julia’s 100  word challenge this week is to take a fairy story and re-write the ending.  I’ve chosen a Japanese folk tale that I love,

The Crescent Moon Bear

‘But the wise woman told me to bring a hair from your throat,’ said Harumi, shaking with fear.

‘She always does,’ the Crescent Moon Bear roared, ‘now clear off.’

‘My husband will die, he’s been fighting wars for years and he’s . . .

‘Traumatised, yes, I’ve heard it a thousand times.’

‘So you’ll help, please? I’ve brought food.’

‘Look, plucking my hair hurts, I know you’ve been through hell to get here, it’s a test. Just be patient and loving. Eventually your husband will get better. GO!’ he shouted so loud that Harumi jumped, ‘leave my food behind, or I’ll eat you.’

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In the original, the bear gives the woman a hair from the crescent moon on his throat. When she arrives back down the mountain the wise woman throws it away and tells her to be patient with her husband.

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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week# 122

100wcgu-7Julia said ‘the blackness just enveloped me’, and the challenge requires another 100 words, here are mine.

Gomantong Caves

‘We’ll turn the lights off just for one minute’ the guide said. I was scared of the dark, but I’d be okay wouldn’t I? Mark was here. A flick of a switch and the darkness just enveloped me. Every sound was amplified. I tried to reach Mark’s hand, but instead felt something scuttling on the handrail. The single cockroach I’d seen became a thousand in my imagination, and the sweet, sleeping bats were suddenly a murmuration. A silent scream got stuck in my throat and my knees began to crumple.

‘Imagine sleeping here in Gomantong caves?’ said the guide.

Get me out of here.

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week# 121

100wcgu-7Julia has been to see Gok Wan so her prompt this week is . . . on the cat walk . . .

The Moment I Wake Up

My first heels. Only an inch high, but oh-so-shiny patent, with little velvet bows on the front. They’re beige, and a perfect match for my shift dress. It’s a soft yellow, big bold flowers and way above my knees.

I’m wearing Miners Dead Beige lipstick and Pan Stick. My hair is tied high with a chiffon scarf, looped into a puffy ball and Linda Wright gave me a squirt of her Aqua Manda.

I’m thirteen, it’s my school fashion show, and I’m strutting on the cat walk in the dress that got me first prize in needlework class.

I Say a Little Prayer.

 

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