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Hope’s Revenge

Writing FF after so long, finally! My 13th post on FF, which is hosted by Rochelle, a forum full of lovely talented writers. Anyone who wants to join in the fun is very welcome!

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright-Ted Strutz

 Copyright-Ted Strutz

My 99 words based on the photo prompt: 🙂

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HOPE’S REVENGE

The old leaky apartment was not what she was used to, but it was a lot better than her previous accommodations.

“Look to him, he stirs.” Hope urged her assistant. Pandora obliged, running her sharp blade through Zeus’s bound torso. His scream reverberated in the silence, but Hope wasn’t worried. The grilled windows and walls were soundproof.

Many millennia ago she was crammed into that jar with those abominations by the gods. They bruised and scarred her. Innocent Pandora lost her husband’s love- oh, the injustice!

But no more. Hope smiled. She would have her revenge now.

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I know what you did last winter

It’s FF time again, yay! But I’m late as usual.Anyway without further ado, here’s my 12th time writing FF, a lovely weekly challenge run by our sweet hostess Rochelle 🙂

Thanks for the picture, Bjorn!

Copyright - Bjorn Brudberg

                                      Copyright – Björn Rudberg

Here are my 100 words:

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I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST WINTER

I watch the party from the shadows. Darkness is my only refuge.

Over the clink of champagne glasses, my ears catch the strumming of his guitar. There he is, my father. My brother, the perfect son, sits next to him, enjoying the festivities.

Why did you do it, Dad? Were you so ashamed of me? The tears fall fast on my scarred cheeks as I watch him  laugh.

The smell of gasoline and burning flesh are still fresh in my memory.

Last winter will repeat itself, but this time…. I’ll light the fire.

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Playtime

Hi! Dear God, it’s been ages since I wrote FF, and I’m rather ashamed of myself for missing out and going off the grid like that, but when exams call, one has few options but to yield. Bleh! I think exams are mankind’s worst invention. To all those people who were sweet enough to leave me comments on my last two FF posts, I’m really sorry I couldn’t return the favour.

So anyhoo, here’s my 11th time writing FF a fun 100 word writing challenge hosted by our very own Rochelle, and the picture prompt this week was

Copyright - Douglas M. MacIlroy

Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

Here are my 90 words 🙂

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PLAYTIME

“Daddy, play with me.” Robby wouldn’t stop pestering Dan.

But Dan hadn’t meant to push his stepson away, hadn’t meant for the child to fall on the whirring chainsaw and die.

Dan fled his workshop to escape the sight of Robbie’s head rolling in a pool of blood.

He needed to think clearly. He needed to-

The playroom door creaked open. A small boy stood there, the moonlight illuminating the splatters of gore on his body.

Dan’s scream was drowned out by the moving chainsaw.

“Daddy, play with me.”

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Trapped

Hi! FF came early this time, but I loved the picture prompt so much, I wrote my story as quickly as I could…

To anyone who wants to join FF, this weekly challenge is hosted by the super-awesome Rochelle, who gives us a photo prompt on which we are to write a piece of 100 word flash fiction. Come on and play, its fun! This week’s picture is by John Nixon 🙂

copyright John Nixon

                                 Copyright- John Nixon

Here are my 97 words:

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TRAPPED

Elle crouched in the woods, waiting.

“The roots are coming for you..” Uncle Rob had driven her insane, whispering it over and over until she saw eyes in the branches, heard the leaves moaning, and the roots..calling her, always calling her to join them in the darkness.

 

When she told her parents, they had her locked up in that grey hospital, assuming she was dead when it burned down in a freak accident.

 

Gales of laughter and familiar voices alerted Elle and she stood up to greet her family.

Tonight the roots were coming for them.

 

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The Attic

Hello there 🙂 Goody, it’s time for Friday Fictioneers again! My 9th attempt and yay, I’m not late this time 😀

Hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, FF is a weekly challenge to write 100 word flash fiction based on a picture prompt chosen by Rochelle herself. Thanks Rochelle for such an interesting photo 😀

Copyright -Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Copyright -Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Here are my 101 words:

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THE ATTIC

The grill door to the attic was kept barred at all times. The attic was dreary and silent throughout the day.

At night it came alive.

Adam had always pooh-poohed the idea. Believing local rumors was ill-becoming of a psychologist.

One night he decided to investigate. The paper he published two weeks later affirmed that the haunted attic was a mere myth.

Adam sighed, looking at the dead body. His tenth patient that month. Where to store..? Ah of course, the attic. Adam was glad he had visited it, so much space- and the voices were always so helpful.

 

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Cursed

Hi, y’all! My 8th attempt at writing 100 word flashfiction for FF, which is hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Every week Rochelle chooses a picture prompt, on which we write approximately 100 words, give or take a few. Thanks Adam for this week’s picture 😀

AdamIckes-boardwalk

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Here are my 100 words 🙂

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CURSED

The village was united before the war tore it apart.

Overnight, friends became enemies, and suspicion spread like a poisonous fog.

A bridge was built to divide the village into two. Any person who tried to cross the bridge would be executed.

Lovers Hayden and Jasmine dared to defy. One clear spring afternoon, the two lovers were burnt at the stake.

Those involved in the execution were found dead in their beds the next morning. The surviving inhabitants fled the village in terror.

 Legend has it, every leap year, the spirits of the villagers come back to replay the massacre.

 

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Honeymoon

Hello there 🙂 My 7th time writing 100 word flash fiction for Friday Fictioneers, a weekly challenge hosted by the talented and sweet Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Every week Rochelle chooses a picture, and more than a 100 of us come forward to give our take on the prompt. Feel free to join in at http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/

Thanks Danny for this week’s fascinating picture 😀

Copyright - Danny Bowman

                                          Copyright – Danny Bowman

Here are my 100 words 🙂

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HONEYMOON

“A holiday on the moon- Must’ve cost you a fortune darling, but what a lovely surprise!”

“Anything for you, honey.” Clark Radford smiled. “Now give me a hug, won’t you?”

 

1 day later:

“Woman dies in space due to sudden leaking of oxygen tube. Husband Clark Radford sues technical specialist for negligence…”

 

Clark won the case.

 No one discovered the tiny blade hidden in his customized spacesuit.

The lying bitch! Cheating on me with that high flying whizkid! Well now she can never cheat again…

The trip had  cost him a lot, but boy, had it been worthwhile!

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