Flash Fiction – Erratic

The word is erratic. The word count is seventy-five.

Daniel was tall for his age; twelve. It was dark outside and everyone in the house was asleep. Quietly, he slipped outside and slid into the seat of his dad’s fifty-seven Chevy behind the barn and turned the key. The motor purred and he backed out on the dirt drive and headed toward town. Turning the wheel at the bridge, the wheel was erratic and the car veered into the night, into the river.

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Flash Fiction – Deranged

The word is deranged. The word limit is 100.

The silverback gorillas all followed each other in a clan. They foraged in the deepest jungle far from any human intervention or poaching.

Riker was the leader of the clan, and he had the earned privilege of breeding with all of the females. Evolutionarily, this was by design to pass on the strongest genes for the survival of the fittest. He was awesome and frightful in his power.

On a distinct day, Riker looked deranged and attacked and killed a female, tearing her limbs apart. The rest of the clan looked on. Fight or flight was upon them.

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Flash Fiction – Around

Lilly was ten and in a wheelchair. She had cerebral palsy, which made her body spastic but her happiness was bright.

At school, she loved to be around the other children during outdoor recess and they included her in their games. She had an infectious smile.

On this particular day the children were playing dodge ball and circled around her.

She blocked the ball!

A ribbon with her name went home with the little girl.

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Flash Fiction – Forward

The word is forward. The word limit is 75.

 

Shelley knew the price of moving forward in her field of counseling psychology. She knew her dark past would stare her in the face one of these days from the other chair in her office.

It happened sooner than expected. She had seen a dark-haired girl with a shy smile for a few sessions.

“Who was it?” Shelley had asked.

“It was the house mother.”

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Flash Fiction – Up

The word is up. The word limit is 150.

“No one told me sex was so good after fifty,” Randy whispered in Michelle’s ear.

“I never imagined the old buggers could get it up anymore,” she joked.

They went on like this often, now living together at ages into their sixties. They were happy, healthy and a little bit wicked for their generation.

“Do you think we could find some swingers in this God-forsaken senior complex?” Randy winked at her.

“Randy, their lights are out at seven and I don’t think they’re doing what we’re doing.”

“Still,” Randy fantasized.”What about Mary Lou and Frank across the hall with the banana bread?” He laughed, knowing she would get the banana reference.

“Don’t forget the nuts!” She snorted wildly.

“Okay, okay, I’m happy with you, love, we’ll keep it all to ourselves. “Could you hand me the remote? ”

“Sure Sweetie, just lock the doors when you go to bed.”

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Flash Fiction – Right

The word is right. The word limit is 100.

“One, two, three, green light!” Charlie bellowed to his three friends playing the game with him on the front lawn.

“Red light!” he yelled seconds later.

Timmy had one leg raised and toppled over.

Charlie pointed to him, “You’re out!”

Ginny and Scott were left in the game and getting closer to Charlie. They were frozen in their spots.

“Green light!”

They rushed him and Scott reached him first.

“Wait a minute, wait a minute, I had a frog in my throat,” Charlie pleaded.

“Scott’s right, he wins!” Timmy shouted, determined to win next time.

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Flash Fiction – Progress

The word is progress. The word limit is 100.

The two marines were traversing a deep swamp within eyesight of the enemy line on the other side. Their progress was slow and they were faced with water snakes and undergrowth which tangled around their legs and gear.

Sawyer and Blade were about twenty feet apart, each trying to keep just their eyes above the water level. Occasionally, cranes took off or landed, startling them.

Suddenly, all of the birds in the swamp and jungle beyond took off. Looking at each other, Sawyer reached out and plucked a lone lilly from the surface of the swamp.

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