FFfAW – Fear of Heights

Looking down petrifies me. I feel a knot rising from my stomach, sticking inside my throat. Oh my God, I’m going to retch. Fear seizes me. My head is spinning and I’m gasping for breath as the color slowly drains from my face. I look at Robert and he understands immediately I am descending into a full blown panic attack. Grabbing the railing for my dear life, my PTSD clicks in and I fall to the floor of the bridge with unrestrained sobbing.



My patient husband picks me up and holds me close while my mind spins through a chaotic mess of frightening images.



Breathe in…. one… two… three… hold….hold…. release.


With my husband still holding me, my breathing returns to normal. He calmly tells me, “Honey, we are on the other side now.” I release a huge sigh of relief.


“But, we need to go back for our car.”

(150)

Thank you to Etol Bagam for our photo prompt this week.

This is my submission for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge. It’s a fun challenge that welcomes all who want to participate. We are given a photo prompt and approximately 100-175 words with which we use to write our stories. If you would like more information, please click here.

Please click on the blue froggy button to read all the fantastic stories for this challenge.

 

MFtS – Hide and Go Seek

She thought she found the perfect hiding spot, playing hide and go seek. My cat, Sassy, makes me laugh every day. She finds the funniest places to hide where she thinks she is invisible and I pretend that she is. I will walk throughout the house calling, “Sassy… Sassy, where are you?” She loves this game and I have fun playing with her.


Of course, she prefers to be outside hunting birds and other prey but on snowy or rainy days when she can’t go outside, we play hide and go seek. If her eyes are hidden, she thinks she is hidden. She is just too funny.

(100)

Thank you to Barbara Beacham for hosting Monday’s Finish the Story Challenge. She provides us with a lovely photo prompt, the first sentence to our stories, and approximately 100-150 words with which we write our stories.


This challenge is open to everyone who would like to participate. If you want more information, click here.


To read all the fantastic stories by the other participants, click here.

 

SPF-Stoned

There is an ancient legend in the old country that there is a rare bird, named letcholin vondala, (letchy, for short) that seldom is ever seen. When it is seen and it poops on you, you will turn to stone. Honestly, I thought the legend was just that, a legend and nothing with substance. I mean, who ever heard of being turned to stone because of being pooped on by a bird? Hahahaha!

Then one day I was sitting at the beach watching the surf and enjoying the peaceful feeling and beautiful ocean when I saw a letchy. As soon as I saw the bird, the bird took aim at me and plop!

I am a sad and lonely stone statue with petrified bird poop on my stone arm.

My heart is heavy and I feel the weight of my regret for laughing at the letchy.

(145)

Thank you to Alistair Forbes for our photo prompt today and for hosting the challenge, Sunday Photo Fiction. Al gives us the photo prompt and approximately 100-200 words with which we are to write our stories. The challenge is fun and addicting and everyone is welcome to participate. If you would like more information about this challenge, click here.

To read the other participants’ wonderful stories, click here.

 

The Island House

Izzie lived in the island house for thirty years after her husband passed away.

*****

Albert was so excited about his 20th anniversary gift to Izzie; a passage on the majestic ship, the Titanic.

*****

When the infamous ship hit an iceberg, Albert quickly put Izzie on a life raft, assuring her he would catch a life raft later, knowing there wouldn’t be enough for him.

Watching the “unsinkable” ship sinking, Izzie felt her spirit descending right along with it. Shaking with fear and gasping for air through a huge knot of tears and sobs, she frantically searched for sight of her beloved husband.

The women began singing, “Amazing Grace,” and the men standing on the doomed ship began singing too,

“Amazing grace how sweet the sound…”

Still singing, the men stood stoically, sinking into the deep, dark, and desolate ocean.

…”And grace my fears relieved;”

Watching in tearful horror and shocked disbelief, the women and children witnessed their husbands and fathers slowly descend into their icy tomb.

…”And grace will lead me home.”


(175)

Thank you to TJ Paris for our photo prompt this week.

This is my 175 word story for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge. We are given a photo prompt and approximately 100-175 words with which we write our stories. The challenge is fun and addicting. Everyone is welcome to join in. For more information, click here.

To read the other participants’ stories, click on the blue froggy button below.

SPF – The Potty Throne

King Henry VIII had several thrones but one of the most memorable thrones was his bathroom throne.

Kings don’t go outside to “outhouses.” No, they have potty chairs (also called thrones) and they have servants that dispose of the foul wastes.

These servants were from the lower rung of the ladder and King Henry VIII wouldn’t think twice of beheading them if they didn’t do their job promptly and properly. His “waste” was as important as he was and God forbid if they ever forgot that.

Liddy waited quietly as the King finished doing his “important business.” Then she waited to hear his call, “Finished.” She would promptly run into his quarters pick up the chair and take it outside and bury the waste that was in it. She would clean the chair properly and then take it back inside to the King’s quarters, all to the satisfaction (hopefully) of the “very important” King.

Liddy hoped that one day she would be removed from this position and learn to work in the kitchen. Even though this was harder work she wouldn’t have to work directly with the king who was infamous for beheading women.

(195)

Thank you to Al Forbes for our photo prompt this week and for hosting, Sunday Photo Fiction. He gives us a photo prompt and approximately 200 words with which we write our story with. It’s fun and addicting and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click here.

To read the other participants’ stories, click here.

 

MFtS – The Petroglyphs

The petroglyphs told the story of an unusual event.”

Professor Baird challenged his class to try and translate the message of the petroglyphs. I was anxious to meet his challenge but found it to be a lot harder than it seemed.

I scratched my head as I tried to decode the drawings and nothing I came up with made sense. I desperately hoped this wouldn't count against our final grade. Then I came up with this interpretation:

“We rode our horses to capture our targets, our enemies. We had trouble communicating with them, but we find them to be very friendly. They raise goats. Taught us to raise goats. Then we have a feast and Native Tribal Dance to our Great Spirit that we be successful in the end.”

I was in trepidation waiting for my grade. This is what Professor Baird wrote on my paper,”I think you are very close to what they might be saying here.”


(150)

Thank you to Barbara Beacham for our photo prompt today and for hosting, Monday Finish the Story challenge. She gives us a photo prompt, the first sentence to our story, and approximately 150 words with which we are to write a story with. The challenge is fun and addicting and anyone is welcome to participate.

To learn more about this challenge, click here.

To read the other participants' stories, click on the blue froggy button.

 

FFfAW – Ice Swan

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The swan pond, on the edge of my property, was inhabited by the marriage of two beautiful swans, a cob (male) and a pen (female).

My favorite thing to do was to sit on my back porch, relax in the porch swing, and watch these magnificent birds glide on the surface of the pond. They were so contented and peaceful. I was drawn into their lives.

I watched as they raised their swanlings, and I watched these swanlings grow up, leave the nest while a new bevy of swanlings came along. I witnessed the miracle of “swanmanship,” and it was truly remarkable.

No surprise that I chose a swan as my ice sculpture for my wedding anniversary party. After all, swans represent fidelity and loyalty.

Everything was wonderful until the ice sculpture began melting.

I couldn’t find my husband – or my best friend.

(145)

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Thank you Sonya O. for our photo prompt this week

This is my submission for the challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. It is a fun flash fiction challenge. We are given a prompt photo and approximately 100-175 words with which we use to build our stories. It’s fun and addicting. All are welcome to participate. For more information, click on this link: FFfAW

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