Flash Fiction

Image by The Machine — Microsoft Designer The Fairy Godmother (TFG) waited in her cottage by the woods. She yawned. What’s taking Scarlett so long.She’d sent her granddaughter out on a mission wearing red — a “come and get me, boys” neon sign.Call it justice, call it revenge. Gran had a score to settle with the beast. Now it’s time to collect.The wolf took her by surprise once. His bad breath…

Image by The Machine — leonardo.ai Hey there, my wonderful reader. Today’s challenge: write a drabble. Drabbles are teeny-tiny stories (100 words for your reading pleasure). This baby story must contain the word Flash and an assortment of colours (red, pink, purple, and blue). Ruby’s lipstick matched the carpet like she belonged. For months she agonised over this moment — how was she going to…

Image be The Machine — leonardo.ai Hey there, my wonderful reader. Today’s challenge write a drabble. Drabbles are teeny-tiny stories (100 words for your reading pleasure). Today’s baby story must contain the word gleam and a fly on your neighbour’s wall. Flush. The door opens. The bedroom fills with an artificial gleam. Bzzz. Bzzz. A fresh bake. Something died! I flap my wings and rub my…

Image by The Machine — Leonardo.ai Valentine’s Day… The human slave and her John, make out on the couch. He came bearing bling. She squealed with delight and massaged his scalp! Yet, this morning, I left a present by the door — “Blackie! You fiend!” No head scratches for me. I spent hours hunting that mouse for her. I claw at the carpet. Their lips remain suction-capped…

Image by The Machine — Leonardo.ai Hey there, my wonderful reader. Today’s challenge write a drabble. Drabbles are teeny-tiny stories (100 words for your reading pleasure). Today’s baby story must contain the word sluggard and a cabbin in the woods. The writer struggled with her looming deadline. She was such a bloody sluggard. Inspiration hit. She rented a secluded cabin in the woods for a…

Image by The Machine — Leonardo.ai A drabble, not to be confused with dribble, is a fiction story of 100 words. No more. No less. Stricken with the sleeping curse, Sleeping Beauty fell into her slumber, awaiting true love’s kiss. The prince made his claim and planted his lips. She stirred and snuggled deeper into her blanket. “Piss off.” He ripped the bedding from her. Her eyes flung open.…

PHOTO PROMPT © Susan Rouchard for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here. The books sat in the shadows, discarded and waiting for their fate… The Book Thief climbed through the window… The writer stares out through the writing prompt window. “Hey, Muse!” “They all live happily ever after?” “That’s an ending. Not a story.” “Endings are important,…

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here. Ariel left Eric and returned to the sea. Her tears added to the body of water. Oh, why didn’t I listen to Daddy? Humans are barbarians. She traded everything to be with her man; her voice, her fins, her crabs… And so many rules… No seaweed in bed No gargling wine in…

Image by The Machine — Leonardo.ai The human slave shifted her weight from foot to foot and stroked my fur as my motor ran. I peered over her shoulder. The door to the smelly vet clinic opened. My claws twitched. A dog. This one I can take. “Sorry, I’m late.” I’m not. Who invited you? This is a moment between us. John leaned over and kissed my human on the cheek. “Here, let me carry…

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here. Poseidon didn’t mean to sink the island. Well, not this time. No tantrum. His date put out. Women were a lot easier to snare in the 21st century. Sometimes they caught him instead and violated him with their hands. Oh, the tides have changed. Poseidon finished the…

Image by The Machine — Leonardo.ai Turning out the light, Tania snuggled into her blanket. Her mind ran in circles. The stress of the day tormented her. Closing her eyes, she pushed the intrusive thoughts aside. They would still be waiting in the morning. Her inner world transformed into a tropical island—white sands, clear water, and cocktails. A hot, semi-naked man sprawled on the sunlounger…

Image by The Machine — Leonardo.ai The human slave may have forgiven him, but I remember the emotional distress. Her tears woke me up from the sweetest of dreams. I purred for hours to calm her down. Now, he waltzes in and sprawls on the lounge, acting like he owns the joint. If she won’t take out the trash, I will. I jump into his lap and smooch. My arse lingers in his face. That’s it; take…

Image by The Machine — Leonardo.ai The Muppet Babies entered a timeout, forced to work together and compromise on their different agendas. As expected, the meeting didn’t go down well. Within seconds of the door closing, the circus began. Yelling and squealing erupted. The one with the loudest voice wins. Insult galore. Personal attacks and naughty words penetrated the walls. Accusations flew.…

Image by The Machine — Leonardo.ai Blackie yawned and stretched. She clawed at the recliner, keeping her weapons sharp. “Don’t do that to the furniture.” Whatever. She ignored the idle threat and continued, looking at her human slave typing away. Don’t ignore me. Blackie jumped onto the table and head-butted. “Aw, I love you too, kitten.” Feed me. The treat packet opened. Mission…

Image by The Machine — Leonardo.ai The writer stared at the blinking cursor. Days passed, and The Muse failed to show up for their dates. The writer fought the urge to bang her head against the keyboard. “Why are you ghosting me?” “You ignored me first, Wench.” “Life got in the way.” The Muse snorted. “Throw me a bone or something,” begged the writer. “Ok. Don’t be a muse-tease. Play with…

Image created with The Machine — Leonardo.ai Sometimes a woman needs to take matters into her own hands Holly stood on the edge of the cliff and thought of endings. Her blood-stained skirt flapped in the wind as a reminder of the torment she endured. Tired of being harassed for her sex and having his will forced upon her, she embraced her will and took matters into her own hands. A champion…

PHOTO PROMPT © Susan Rouchard for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here. “Naughty chair, now.” “But mum —” Her mother gave her “the look”. Medusa had nothing on her mother. Maybe Perseus would come to save her? Something her father failed to do. She yearned for her old bedroom with pretty pink walls and matching white furniture. Biting her lip,…