Blast

Em stood with a smile, her body gently swaying to the beat. All around her, people were smiling, happy, enjoying the music to the fullest. She was too, the music was great, the people were trippy, and more importantly, her target was too.

Maneuvering the crowd to get closer to him was a struggle. But she was no slacker, she would get the job done, and she’d do it with a smile.

When adequately close, Em did a once-over of her target. He was sufficiently drunk, not enough to have lost coherency, but enough to make it easy for her. Looking around, and after determining the crowd’s inefficiency, she got to work.

Loud music and even louder crowds turned out in her advantage. She just walked up to him, pretended to care for her ‘boyfriend’ when he looked like he was about to pass out. After that, getting him away from the crowd was albeit hard, but she persevered.

She made her way out, grinning like a maniac. It’d be a while until the cops found his body.

She’d have a blast. After all, she was doing no wrong, just righting an injustice.

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Word Count: 193

Written as a response to Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner, hosted by Rodger. To read other stories of this prompt, click here.

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Flamingo

Stephanie glared at the plastic flamingos outside the mall in disdain. They looked so awkward. She glanced at her watch again, sighing deeply. He should have arrived already. The gall of him, making her come here and arriving late himself. The flamingoes obviously got the brunt of her anger.

She smiled as the music began. Her favorite song, no their favorite song was playing. The memories started to flood her mind. Looking around, she smiled even more fondly. This place had held so many moments for her.

So entranced was she at the song and the past along with that she did not even notice him walking towards her. When she did, she took a double take. He was wearing a suit and looking ruggedly handsome at that too.

He slowly walked towards her, with that coy smile adorning his face. When sufficiently close, he dropped down to his knees, and to her utter amazement and shock proffered a ring towards her.

“Steph I…”

“Yes, Yes. A thousand times yes.” She shouted, not letting him get any words out. ‘

One full hour and many professions of love later, they exited the mall. Suddenly the flamingos did not look half bad.

Word Count: 200

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Written as a response to Sunday Photo Fiction, hosted by Susan. To read other answers to this prompt click here.

 

Spring #writephoto

Em walked down the avenue, the fresh leaves of the spring bringing a small smile to her lips. The green leaves, the soft chirps of the birds around her was bringing a newfound joy within her. The spring did great work to rejuvenate her spirits, to ease her body. She enjoyed the sight as she hadn’t before. She felt her burdens washed away as she enjoyed the small stroll, something that was very uncommon to the usual habits of the young woman.

The past few days had been hard to her. She’d shut herself in, shut the blinds firmly, and completely unresponsive to the outside world’s beauty, wallowed in sorrow. There was no great event in bringing this, there were no sudden changes in her life. Frankly put, she had no reason for the sudden bout of sadness she felt. She’d wallowed in self-despair, hating herself more and more each day, and hating herself for that very thing. It was a vicious circle, and it grew more and more each day.

There were many things contributing to this, she knew them and ever so often took steps in rectifying them. But all was in vain, as she stopped every time. She stopped and then again cursed herself for it, she always did. She always wanted to change, but she never did. And despite knowing that, she always tried again.

She was always full of excuses, she knew that. She had become very good at lying, and especially to herself. It was a bad habit, she knew that and especially because it came back to bite her every time. Yet she never stopped, she just lied and promised herself that it would one day. That day was far coming, and she knew that. Yet, she did nothing.

She shook her head as she sat down in one of the park benches. It’d do her no good to think these thoughts again. All it would serve to do was to bring back the previous feeling of despair, and she did not want that, especially not now. Instead, she concentrated on the pleasant sight before her, taking in the sweet aroma of the spring as she settled down on the warm bench.

She looked at the green leaves, a striking change from the bare winter only months before, a welcoming change and smiled. She smiled at nature’s ability to go from the dread winter to the cheery and pleasant spring. She smiled at the birds, her body filled in warmth from their song. She smiled at the cool wind, providing cool to counter the pleasant warmth of the sun. She smiled at nature, and at herself.

Today was a new day, and she vowed to make it better than yesterday. After all, the harshest winter makes way for the loveliest spring.

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Written as a response to  Thursday Photo Prompt, hosted by the lovely Sue over at Sue’s Daily Echo.

Daily Prompt: Sleeve

She was always smiling, happy to everyone.

He was always sour and unapproachable.

She was adored by many, loved by all.

He watched over their backs constantly.

She was an angel to many who’d met her,

and especially the light of his life.

She was headfast and supportive of him always.

He was just glad she was there.

She tried very hard to fit in,

but there are always hurdles in life.

Slowly, her smiles became strained, her eyes unhappy,

but no one could see it except for him.

She was never perfect despite trying.

To him, she was nothing less, no matter what.

She broke down in secret, showing no weakness.

He became her strength, as she’d been his.

As she cried in darkness hidden from others,

He became her sleeve to cry upon.

 

via Daily Prompt: Sleeve.

Space

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Far above in space, the earth seems so tiny and people so small.

The inventions and development of humans stand tall and proud.

He looks at the earth and everything down there,

a product of our unending brilliance and enthusiasm.

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Written for Three Line Tales Week 116 hosted by Sonya on only100words. Photo by NASA via Unsplash.

Cablecar

Em gazed at the cable car, shivering with anticipation. Everything around her was so exciting, unlike anything she’d ever seen before. She was beside herself with joy, with excitement at getting to ride on one. A tug on her sweater dragged her out of her expansive imagination and she turned to face her brother.

“I’m bored.” He said whining and flopped down to the ground.

Em wasted no time in picking him up and setting him upright. “Wait a little while. Dad should be returning with the tickets.”

His attempt to reconcile with the ground was foiled by Em’s hands, causing him to sulk even more, even when Dad returned.

Em pressed her cheeks to the glass of the car, staring at the increasingly decreasing landscape with utter fascination.

Meanwhile, her brother had found a new hobby: people watching. He looked at the cars that were going down but only one of the passengers stared back at him.

Em looked just as he was waving goodbye. “What are you doing?” She asked.

“I’m saying goodbye to the dog. Bye bye dog.” He replied, smiling.

Em laughed at that along with everyone and joined in saying farewell to the dog.


Word Count: 199

Written as a response to Sunday Photo Fiction. Other entries of this prompt can be found here.

Waves #writephoto

The sun-kissed beach brought them together,
the waves of passion that marked them forever.

The tranquility they got with each other,
emotions running in a haphazard fashion.

They moved quickly and surely,
the heat of the summer egging them on.

Strangers they might be, unknown before
but for that instant that didn’t matter.

A week they spent together,
confiding secrets never before heard.

The fire in their eyes burning brighter
than anything they’d ever felt before.

A memorable time, for each of them
a time of yearning and wonder.

As quickly as they’d come, they left
never to see each other again,
each leaving a footprint on the other,
a print to be washed away.


Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt,  Footprints #writephoto.

Nostalgia

He stared at the old rundown shack, memories from his childhood springing into his mind. He walked slowly, fingering each surface that’d marked his childhood. He’d learned here, so long ago and with so many others. To him, it was less a classroom and more a second home.

He slowly entered the small room, his eyes transforming the dusty room into a vibrant one filled with the smiles and laughs of his friends. A small version of himself was there enjoying and learning at the same time, laughing with everyone, learning things he’d never forget.

He looked around once more, every nook and corner reminding me of the good times, of the people he loved. Every space bringing another good memory within him. He turned back and got out, ducking his head.

He watched the house get demolished with a tear in his eye. The plans for the new building was ready and he knew it’d be much more efficient for the new generations. He walked away mourning the loss of his second home.

Word Count: 174

Written as a response to FFFAW challenge this week. Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting it. For more stories with this prompt click here.

Friendly Competition

The ship was huge and decorated nicely with the flags of the competing countries. In the ship, kids and teachers alike milled around, rejoicing and talking amongst themselves, creating new friendships and meeting new acquaintances.

They watched the kids go excitedly on the ship, eager to see around the foreign city. All thoughts of the upcoming competition far from their minds, as they mingled with other people who were as excited as they were.

It was a beautiful sight, different people from different parts of the world all together in one city, all for their rejoicing in their shared interest. The kids who’d one day make a difference in the world smiling and happy as they milled around, eagerly waiting for the boat to start, enjoying every sight their eyes could see and eagerly awaiting more.

The two coordinators looked onward, their faces reflecting the same joy that was widespread on the kids. This amity was the best thing about the competition.

Word Count: 162

Written as a response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by Priceless Joy. Thanks to Dorothy for providing the picture. To read other stories inspired by prompt, click here.

Bonfire

 

“Dad. Dad. Is it done yet?” Em asked, tugging at his sleeve, her eyes shining with the red glow. Dad took a stick and poked around the base of the fire for a bit before turning to his daughter. “Patience. Em.”

At that, the little boy beside Em stuck his tongue out, starting a war of silly proportions. For once, their mother did not berate them and just laughed.

“It’s done.” The father announced, producing a fire-baked potato mounted atop a knitting needle. Before Em could react, her little brother had reached over and grabbed the delicacy in his tiny little hands.

“Hothothothothot.” He jumped, dropping the potato. Em giggled at his discomfort and picked the potato gently, wrapping it around a newspaper.

“That’s mine.” He said, glaring.

“Of course it is. I’m just peeling it for you dummy.” She ruffled his hair causing him to sulk even more.

They sat there a bit longer, eating and laughing alongside each other. They left a few hours later, the warmth of the fire still with them.

Word Count: 175


Written as a response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Photo copyright Enisa.