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Flash Fiction 21

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Tradition….

It was the same every year as we grew up.

The second Saturday in December they went out in the morning and got the tree, then afterwards it was lunch at the diner.   Then again on the morning of Christmas Eve, we all went to the diner for supper, it saved Momma from having to cook the night before the big day Poppa said.

Everyone a role to play on the big day…

She got up early to start the turkey,

The kids got the delight of presents,

Tasks were assigned to all,

It was the same every year…

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Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and try out using her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a 100 word story.

Flash Fiction #20

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I have paid my fare to ride the wind.

As the machine begins to rise,

My heart beats a little faster.

The forward momentum begins like nothing more than a merry-go-round.

Speed grows slowly at first,

Like a child I cry out inside… Faster! Higher!

The tone of the machine changes,

The force of gravity pulls at me and I swing outwards.

I close my eyes and imagine I am flying,

The wind in my face and the feeling of moving through space fills me.

Holding out my arms I embrace the sensation.

Too soon I fall back to earth….

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Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and try out using her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a 100 word story.

Flash Fiction #19

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She blinked as the blinding lights struck her eyes again and again…

Where was she?

What am I doing here?

Who am I?

Forgotten details buzzed in the white noise inside her head, lost to coherent thought and making her dizzy and confused. The lights struck at her again causing her to grip the railing next to her, she turned her head to notice the river below. Something about the calm looking waters below was comforting, appealing to her need to stifle the chaos inside her head.

A gentle hand touched her shoulder…

“Alright there miss?” a soft voice asked.

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Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and try out using her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a 100 word story.

Flash Fiction #18

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Here we are in an example of a paper copy storage unit. Even though reliable computers and various other digital storage advances had been around for many decades, people of the 21st century still maintained an obsessive need to have paper copies of information. While they were fully capable of storing huge amounts of information digitally, they still feared the loss of the power needed to access it and would process “hard copies” to ensure availability of the information.

Today we can reliably store the amount of information that would have been in this room on a single digital cell…

Flash Fiction #17

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Victor was fuming, the little brat had done it again. Isobelle’s daughter was worse than any of the boys he had grown up with, but Isobelle was his employer, so he could do nothing but fume.

Rotten child, her pranks were out of hand in his opinion.

First had been the peppers strung like holiday lights, then the herbs turned into centerpieces on all the tables, all his ingredients moved about in the pantry and this latest one – Sacre Bleu!

She has hung his onions and garlic about like they were decorations!

How was he to get his job done…

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Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and try out using her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a 100 word story.

Flash Fiction #16

FF-16She sat calmly in her chair, watching from the middle of the great room at the other clue hunters scrambling about, trying to discern the meaning of the last clue on the list.

“The gift of the Rose”

They were starting to get frustrated and give into working in pairs and trios, scouring every inch of the floors, walls, pillars, artworks and furniture to try and find anything that would match the clue.

She took a deep breath and tilted her head back to look up at the ceiling, the one place they weren’t looking…

“Ah…” she breathed out “light!”

 

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Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and try out using her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a 100 word story.

Flash Fiction #5

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Grandfather had found it in his young and foolish days he would say and with a year of hard work earned enough to lay claim to it for the price of the land.

This place started out as an abandoned outpost, on an old border.  Modern times had moved the border and the threats, leaving this place without a purpose.

Decades spent building and breathing new life into it had finally turned it into a home that had raised 2 generations of children so far.  Soon a third generation will be living and playing here…

Grandfather will be so happy.

 

 

Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a 100 word story.

Flash Fiction #4

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She had dreamed about this trip for years. Saving her little bits of change in a jar and telling herself that one day there would be enough in it to fulfill her dream.

Today was the day! She was on the last leg of her journey and in just under an hour she would reach her destination. Stepping off the plane would be a little nerve wracking as she would meet the friend she had known for years, but had yet to see in person.

Would decades of writing back and forth translate as well in person? She hoped so…

 

Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a 100 word story.

Flash Fiction #3

I have been a constant presence in some of the smartest clubs over the years, even held pride of place.

I have witnessed great men gather; kings of commerce, political giants, lords and dukes even. Heard them discuss great things, secret things, important things. I have been entrusted to silently hold witness to the moving, the shaking and the parties held in their back rooms.

When the owner of the last club died, his family took me in and I was so grateful I wasn’t cast aside as so many of my compatriots had been.

My great days are gone…

 

Go to Rochelle’s Addicted To Purple Blog, and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.

Flash Fiction #2

Miriam Reuben

Father had hired a photographer to come and take their photographs.

“Newest thing!” he chortled with glee.

He and mother had sat together to have theirs taken. Her brothers Charles and Joseph had too, both standing tall with chests out like a pair of randy roosters.

My sister Amy had chosen to demonstrate the womanly art of embroidery.

I decided to show my true passion and set up my writing at the little table. Once he was ready, I struck my pose.

Mother might not have been pleased, but one day others will see my beginnings as a great writer.

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By choosing to simply title these with flash fiction writings with numbers, I am trying to avoid giving the reader any preconceived ideas about my pieces.   It is my hope that it allows the readers mind to create the deeper flavour for themselves.

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Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site.  Use her Wednesday picture as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.