Tag: fictions

The Picnic

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after more than a decade of virtual hugs and late night chats, the four girlfriends have finally met again for a summer picnic.

two married, one engaged, one still single, they’ve bonded because of one common denominator: a guy they played love with. a nerd from college who’s known for his ragged blue jeans and an old-day-smelling shirt.

under the hot sun with the smoky smell of barbecue, there was no sound but their joyful giggles. until a dashing, familiar man appeared. until they heard nothing but bangs after bangs. then the green lawn turned red with fresh blood.

silence.

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Word count: 100
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Photo credit: Yarnspinner
For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) May 09, 2017. 🙂

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Our River

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the gentle whispers of the trees’ breeze. the tender murmur of river’s flow. the playful tweets of the little birds. these sweet sensual delights are the reasons why we used to visit this river. the river we called ours.

today i clutch unto you, unto your vessel. your vessel made of cold porcelain, a stark contrast to how warm your hands were when you held mine.

slowly opening the lid, feeling what was left of your mortality, i let the salty tears wet my face as i let your ashes be one with the river. the river we called ours.

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Note: I wrote this piece with Ed Sheeran’s Supermarket Flowers playing in my ears. Sigh.
Oh, I’m in pieces, it’s tearing me up, but I know
A heart that’s broke is a heart that’s been loved
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Word count: 100
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Photo credit: My dearie Maria of Doodles and Scribbles
For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) April 11, 2017. 🙂

The Painting

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I asked my mom this morning about the almost burnt painting I saw last week in our attic. Its main subject is a woman dressed in glamor and elegance. She looked like me and my mommy but I am quite sure she is not my granny.

To my surprise, mom turned pale and then sad and then angry. “I thought I was able to throw it. Don’t touch it again,” she said.

I stared and waited for more. Sighing, she continued.

“She’s your granny’s mom. The man and the girl were your granny’s dad and sister. She burned their house and killed all including herself because of jealousy. Your granny and that painting are the only survivors of that fire.”

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Word count: 120
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Photo credit: The Storyteller’s Abode
For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) March 28, 2017. 🙂

The Forgetful

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My searching hands
were left bare
by the naked bed
which bear
no one but me.

Sighing, I know
the drill
I get out of our
blanket-made hill
to find he.

Welcoming sunrise
kisses my just opened eyes,
the noise of the road
whispers cluttered sighs,
there is he.

Hugging his guitar,
plucking eloquently,
as if no one’s around,
just his music and he.
Please look at me.

In scintilla
of a second,
he looks up with
fingers in chords,
He don’t know me.

I force a shy smile,
as my salty droplets fall,
he only knows his music
and forget almost all,
including me.

Tightly, I hug myself
and pray tomorrow will be different.

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Word count: 115
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Photo credit: Sunayana MoiPensieve
For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) March 21, 2017. 🙂

and for dVerse‘s OpenLinkNight #192 hosted by Grace.

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Silent Witness

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The cracks of the breaking dried twigs and leaves tell me I am in the middle of a lush forest. Blindfolded, I can hear the loud cracking sound echoing with my racing heartbeats filled with excitement and fear.

I grip his sweaty hand, harder. He squeezed my hands back to assure me that I am safe. I cling to him until he let my hand go so he can remove my blindfold.

The silk cloth drapes slowly away from my eyes to reveal his surprise– the older yet still familiar Volkswagen Beetle, the silent witness of our 14-year-old first kiss.

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Word count: 100
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Photo credit: Tim Livingstone
For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) March 14, 2017. 🙂

Unicorn

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I don’t really believe in mystic, enchanting creatures.
And then you placed that unicorn-sign.
So I tried if I can make one mine.

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P.S. So happy to be three-lining again!!! 😀 😀 😀
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03.09.2017
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Photo credit: Fleur Treurniet
In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week 57.
If you want to join, here are the simple rules:
  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt.
  • Link back to this post.
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so we can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

The Bathroom Pianist

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I was three when curiosity was born inside me. I remember the first thing I asked my mom was about the grand piano covered and silenced inside her room’s bathroom.

I grew old asking why it’s hidden. She has offered me nothing but a teary smile, until today. With the same nostalgic yet melancholic look, she said, “Your dad proposed to me with a song he composed inside his house’s bathroom with this piano.”

“Everyday I wait for him to get this back or to play for me again. I placed it here so he knows where to find it.”

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Note: The tiled wall looks bathroom to me. 😀
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Word count: 100
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Photo credit: Mike Vore
For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) March 07, 2017. 🙂 Glad to be back dear PJ! ❤

Four Bullets

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One. Two. Three. Four.

His seven-decade-old hands hold tight on the rusting rails of his lightless room’s window. His darkened eyes stare at the now fallen tree and then to the triumphant men who successfully defeated the lush pine.

The lush pine planted and reared by his wife. His wife who died last month.

He slowly turns his tear-stained face away from the laughing men and the defeated tree as his old hand unlocked the drawer hiding his pistol. He reaches further for the bullets and slowly loads the gun.

With a dark smile, he whispers…

One. Two. Three. Four.

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Word count: 100
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Photo credit: Shivangi Singh
Here’s my dark comeback for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) January 17, 2017. 🙂 Miss you, PJ!

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Sorry, Storm

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My clear window pane is tainted with gem-like trickles of rain. The sky is angry. So black. So dark. Its sharp and fast lightning brings along growling screams of thunder.These are the moments I hate the most.

With rain comes my demon named depression. The feeling that even the mighty one loathes my existence and He is expressing his hate upon me via a brutal weather.

But today, as I watch the glaring storm with your arms wrapped around me, I feel as warm as summer, as blossoming as happy spring.

Sorry, storm, your desperate efforts of gloom will forever be futile, as long as he loves me.

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11.05.2016
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In response to Monday Morning Melts #4: As Long As You Love Me – Backstreet Boys. This is a prompt I am co-hosting with my dear friend Jade!❤

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Summer Air

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The smiling sun and the jovial man-in-blue walking his black dog both fail to break the darkened state I am in after he left me broken and bruised.

So this is what first heartbreak feels like. T’was like a rollercoaster ride which pulls your heart up, up, up until it feels so heavenly and then bam! Dropped. Done. Dead.

I would be willing to take any road to find my way back to him, but then, but then, we’ve never been.

Our story’s like the summer air. You can feel it, but it’s not even there in the first place.

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Word count: 100
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Louise of The Storyteller’s Abode

In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) October 18, 2016.

Rules:

  • a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
  • each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
  • no serial (continuation) stories
  • include a pingback to the challenge post

Thank you for hosting this awesome prompt, Priceless Joy! ❤ 

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