FFfAW-The Power of Love

The political climate was harsh, cold and crisp as the spring air. Riots were breaking out on the streets and Democrats and Republicans were fighting each other in the streets.

The Democrats wanted one candidate and the Republicans wanted another. They each hated the other's candidate.

Windows in businesses were being broken and and thieves were entering the businesses and looting.

It was disgusting to watch the evil take over the streets simply over differing opinions.

Marlee and her daughters and their friends gathered in the streets holding signs of “Love.” Trying their best to break the hatred that had taken over.

Suddenly, they were joined by others that were trying to break the hatred and all were holding signs of “Love.”

Slowly, those that were causing all the problems left the streets and the only ones left were the “good guys.”

That was the day that Love trumped hate. What a beautiful thing!

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Thank you Elaine Farrington Johnson for our photo prompt this week!

 

This is my 154 word story for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We are given a photo prompt that is kindly photographed by our participants and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. It's fun and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.

To read all the stories submitted for this challenge, click on the blue froggy button below:

 

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FFfAW-Mr. Dreamy

I work from 9:00 am to 5:00 pm everyday and only get 2 coffee breaks. One 15 minute break in the morning and another 15 minute break in the afternoon. Luckily, there is a coffee cafe in the building that I work.

That is where I met him. Him…the man of my dreams. The man that will take me away from this 9:00 to 5:00 horror.

I made sure to make a good impression on him. I found out that he works in one of the businesses in the building. I was excited to think that I would see him often during our coffee breaks.

Then one day he didn't show up. I searched and searched, to no avail. I was heartbroken. Where is Mr. Dreamy?

Then I found out the horrible news. He was fired.

My dream of Mr. Dreamy went down the drain along with a cup of cold coffee.

But this morning I met another Mr. Dreamy…

As they say, life goes on.

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Thank you Shivamt25 for our photo prompt this week!

 

This is my 166 word story for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We are given a photo prompt that is kindly photographed by our participants and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. It's fun and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.

To read all the stories submitted for this challenge, click on the blue froggy button below:

 

FFfAW-Power Outage

He told me to meet him at the tower of 4th and Silver. I had no idea what tower he was talking about as I wasn't familiar with that side of town.

All the lights had gone out in the city due to a power outage and the only lights I could see were the car lights.

All of a sudden I saw the tower – black as night lined vertically with solar lights. I was able to conclude this was the tower he was referring to.

I pulled my car into the parking area and cautiously got out of my car. After all, it was very very dark.

Suddenly, a man in a menacing clown suit came up to me and I screamed and screamed. Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into?

Laughing, Dale said, “It's just me!”

I could have killed him.

We walked to the Halloween party together.

I'll get him back because tonight I am a witch.

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Thank you Pamela S. Canepa for our photo prompt this week!

 

This is my 163 word story for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We are given a photo prompt that is kindly photographed by our participants and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. It's fun and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.

 

To read all the stories submitted for this challenge, click on the blue froggy button below:

 

 

FFfAW – Cheater

His talk was flowery and fake. “Hello darling. I love you darling.” But he didn't care. He was gone most nights until midnight, sleeping with his mistress. He didn't know I knew, but I knew. I could smell her perfume on his shirts. I could smell their lovemaking on his skin.

I put up with it for years until one night he came home and I had had enough.

“I want to leave you Jim.”

“Why? I thought we had something good.”

“We haven't had something good in years — not since you got yourself a mistress!”

“What makes you think I have a mistress?”

“I can smell her on your clothes and I can't stand that smell anymore!”

“Darling, that is the smell of the laundry soap you use. I'm not cheating on you.”

“Laundry soap my ass!” And I shot him.

I killed him, right then and there, and it felt so damn good.

Now I use a new laundry soap.

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Thank you Shivamt25 for our photo prompt this week!

 

This is my 163 word story for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We are given a photo prompt that is kindly photographed by our participants and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. It's fun and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.

To read all the stories submitted for this challenge, click on the blue froggy button below:

 

FFfAW-The Cure

Jimmy was desperate. He had just gotten the diagnosis from his medical doctor that he had Rheumatoid Arthritis. Now, he sought the help of a medicine man.

The medicine man asked him, “What was the diagnosis from your doctor?”

“Rheumatoid Arthritus.”

“I can cure you of it,” replied the medicine man, “but first, you must come into my hogan and smoke a peace pipe with me.”

Jimmy walked with the old man into the hogan and together they smoked the peace pipe.

He remembers feeling relaxed but doesn't remember much after that. He awoke from his relaxed and peaceful state with his hands perfectly normal.

“This is wonderful! I am cured!”

The old medicine man smiled and winked, “That's what they all say.” Secretly he knew, the healing powers were in the magic of the peace pipe.

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Thank you Artycaptures for our photo prompt this week!

 

This is my 137 word story for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We are given a photo prompt that is kindly photographed by our participants and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. It's fun and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.

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FFfAW-What Is It?

“What do you think it stands for?” Jerri asked.

“I think it looks like an eyeball,” Jemma replied.

“Well I think it stands for our oceans and how we are killing off certain species of whales.”

“I see what you mean.”

“It looks like the circle of life that is in our oceans and the arrows are killing this circle of life. The arrows stand for destruction by humans.”

Jerri looked at Jemma and saw how deeply it had affected her.

“Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you sad.”

“The death of the whales makes me sad, Jerri.”

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Thank you Jade M. Wong for our photo prompt this week!

 

This is my 100 word story for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We are given a photo prompt that is kindly photographed by our participants and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. It's fun and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.

To read all the stories submitted for this challenge, click on the blue froggy button below:

 

FFfAW-Magical Jars

Philandro set up his little business on Sameway Street where most of the foot traffic occurs since the markets were on this street as well.

His pottery jars were special. In fact, they were very special, but very few people knew.

Whatever liquid was put into these jars, the jars would then produce a never ending supply.

Philandro had a hard time selling his jars because people wouldn't believe him that they were magical.

One day, an old lady decided to believe him and purchased one of the jars. She was surprised when she filled the jar with milk for her cats and the jar would never empty. She decided she would sell some of her possessions and buy all the jars that Philandro had.

The old lady filled all the jars with milk and was happy to see them always overflowing with milk. One day the jars of milk had all soured.

The moral of the story is:

Sharing with others ensure good things always grow but Greed will definitely stop that magical flow.

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Thank you Yarnspinnerr for our photo prompt this week!

This is my 175 word story for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We are given a photo prompt that is kindly photographed by our participants and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. It's fun and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.

To read all the stories submitted for this challenge, click on the blue froggy button below: