Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
Each Wednesday a prompt photo will be provided for participants to base their stories on. Please attach this photo to your story when you post/publish them and if they have not been credited to the photographer on the photo, please credit them appropriately.
Each story’s word limit will be 100 – 150 words (give or take 25 words).
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Genre: Flash Fiction
Word count: -86
You could see the ocean from the rooftop. This was her safe place. Sarah needed peace and quiet. Up here, it was peaceful. Watching the surf, she wondered how her marriage had deteriorated. She had so many regrets. If she could go back…do it over again…”Stay in the present.” Sarah said aloud.
Now, she thought about the argument. Lenny was drunk again. She lost her temper and started yelling. He slapped her, pushing her backwards. She hid in the bathroom until he passed out. Escaping to her safe place, she thought “What can I do?” Losing track of time, Sarah closed her eyes.
Suddenly, she felt push from behind. Lenny had sneaked behind Sarah and shoved her. She died when she hit the tennis court. Sarah didn’t regret anything now.
Lenny stumbled from the rooftop back to the apartment as ambulance sirens blared. Tomorrow he would remember nothing.
Are you ready for Mondays Finish the Story challenge? This is a flash fiction challenge where we provide you with a new photo each week and the first sentence of a story. The challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided. Don’t forget to use the opening sentence… Get creative and have fun finishing the story!
Please include the photo with your bit of flash and a link back to this post.
Finish the story begins with: “The old typewriter had a mind of its own.”
Feel free to read other stories or upload your own by clicking on the little blue froggy below to add your story to the list!
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 149
Mind Your Business
“The old typewriter had a mind of its own.” The shop proprietor, Carl, had a mind of his own too. He wondered why he could hear the typewriter typing when he unlocked the door that morning. Nobody was in the shop. The old typewriter was silent. There was no paper in it. “What was going on?” Carl said to himself.
Carl turned on the lights and they didn’t work. He went to the backroom to the fuse box and reset the fuses. The lights still didn’t work. Carl found his flashlight and went back up front. The typewriter was typing but stopped. Carl walked to the old machine and pulled out a white piece paper.
On it was typed…SHOP CLOSED DUE TO ELECTRICAL PROBLEMS. The hair on his arms stood up.
“Yep, the typewriter had a mind of its own.” he thought. “Mind your business!” Carl said aloud to himself as he left the shop locking the door.