Emily’s Ghost

Emily’s ghost roams the rail station, crying and searching for her elusive lover.


Emily was with child when Jonathan left, but he did not know; she kept it hidden as long as possible. After three excruciating days of a difficult labor, death consumed her, taking the baby with her.


Anne Marie, Emily’s friend, tried finding Jonathan to tell him, but her letters were continually returned.


Emily and her baby are buried in the city’s Pauper Graveyard with only a small unassuming stone.

Emily and Baby Girl

Died September 12, 1887


Emily searches for Jonathan to make her family complete.

(100)


Thank you to Louise Bunting with The Storyteller’s Abode for the beautiful prompt photo this week.

This is my 100 word submission for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, where we are given a photo prompt and approximately 100-175 words with which to build our stories. The challenge is open to everyone who would like to participate. It’s fun and addicting. If you wish more information, please click here. And, to read the stories from great writers, click on the link below.

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MFtS – The Devil’s Abode

The cemetery spread along the area known as Devils Abode” has the graves and tombs of Klu Klux Klan members that fought violently against freeing the black slaves and even tried to wipe out the black race. After their bodies were buried here it became known as the Devils Abode and no one else wants to be buried here. I consider it to be a “dead” cemetary. In fact, family members of the cemetery’s population refuse to come here to pay their respects to their family member. They say, they have no respect for the men that dealt out torture and killing like these men did. No one takes care of their plots or puts flowers on their graves. Seems not one single soul wants to be identified with them. Can’t say that I blame them. As for me, I am writing a novel titled, “Devils Abode.” It is about the men that are buried here and their terrible crimes.

(150)

Barbara Beacham hosts Monday Finish the Story Challenge where she provides us with a photo prompt, the first sentence to our stories, and approximately 150 words in which we are to use to build our stories. It’s fun and addicting! Everyone is invited to participate. If you are interested in more information, click here. To read the other wonderful stories click on the link below:

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SPF – The Sacrifice

Alba curled her fingers around the clay jar, carefully keeping it close to her chest lest she spill it. This was an important sacrifice to Bacchus, the God of wine and fertility. She had tried several times to bear a child and both times the babe died in her womb. It had become increasingly important she have a child for her husband, Basilius. He was demanding a healthy child. She must not disappoint. She ran into the Bacchus’s chambers setting her wine on the sacrificial table, hoping that Bacchus, would be pleased. Tonight, she would sleep with her husband and her womb will accept his seed of fertility for safe keeping. Surely, Bacchus, would see to the child’s healthy birth in nine months. She closed her eyes and prayed, “Please, highly favored God, Bacchus, this must work. Please, this must work.” Alba dropped to her knees with hope and despair.

(150)

The chambers of Bacchus, God of Wine and Fertility

 

Thank you to Alistair Forbes for providing our photo prompt and hosting the challenge for Sunday Photo Fiction. He provides the photo prompt and approximately 150 words with which we are to build our stories. Everyone is invited to participate, if you are interested, click on the link below.

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Quiet Getaway

Our campsite was a beauty with a bubbling stream near a railroad track bridge that had not been used in years. The quiet was so encompassing you could actually hear yourself think. The sun smiled at us through a veil of blue sky, white clouds, and a friendly flock of swallows.

We rolled up our pants and waded in the stream, allowing the silt on the bottom to squish between our toes. Occasionally, I would feel a fish nibble, making me laugh. We sat on the edge of the stream and let our city skin soak up the warm sunshine, begging for a reprieve longer than a weekend.


We fell asleep with a kiss, holding hands and wishing tomorrow could wait a few more days.


(125)

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Thank you Dawn M. Miller for our lovely prompt photo this week.


This is my 125 word submission for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge. We are given a photo prompt and 100-175 words with which we use to write our stories. It is fun and addicting! The challenge is open to anyone who would like to participate. For more information, click here.

To read great stories by some fantastic writers, click on the blue froggy button below.

 

FFfAW – Many Balloons

 

We didn't have much money. Our lives consisted of rubbing two nickels together just to survive. But, we were happy.

Before my birthday came, I knew there wouldn't be any fancy fanfare and I was perfectly okay with that because we were together.

On the day of my birthday, you filled our home with colorful balloons and happiness consumed me.

Even my car was filled with beautiful colorful balloons. You gave me joy for my birthday.

All because of you and a package of balloons, this was the best day ever! … Except for the day that you were born.

(100)

This is my submission for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge. For this challenge, we are given approximately 75-175 words and a photo prompt in which we use to build our stories. The challenge is open to anyone who wishes to participate. For more information, please click here.


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MFtS – 08-17-2015

“I see absolutely everything.” The west wind said when it was arguing with the east wind.

“You’re wrong, I can see everything,” the east wind responded.

The north wind piped in and said, “You are both wrong, I can see everything!”

But the south wind was not going to be outdone, “You are all fools! I am the only one that can see everything!”

“Only I can see absolutely everything.” Said the mountain as it stood tall and proud.

Suddenly, the sun rose over the top of the mountain and shined brightly.

The four winds and the mountain all felt foolish because they realized it was only the sun who could see absolutely everything.

(110)

Thank you to Barbara Beacham for the photo prompt today and for hosting the Monday’s Finish the Story Challenge. She gives us approximately 150 words, along with the photo prompt in which we use to build our stories. It is fun and addicting and everyone is invited to participate. If you are interested in learning more, click here.

To read the amazing stories of the other authors, please click on the link.

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SPF-True Love

“He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me…”

“What in the world are you doing?” Cantor asked.

“I’m finding out if my true love loves me.”

“No you’re not. All you are doing is pulling the petals off a daisy.”

“Let’s see. Where was I? He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me!”

“That’s stupid. It is not going to tell you if he loves you.”

“Well, I believe that it does! That’s all that matters.”

(Suddenly, her true love flys over to her and starts kissing her passionately).

“She loves me, she loves me not…”

(100)

Thank you to Alistair Forbes for providing our photo prompt this week and for hosting the “Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge” where we are given a photo prompt and approximately 200 words with which we use to build our stories. The challenge is open to all who would like to participate. For more information click here.


To read all the wonderful stories by amazing writers, click here.