New Beginnings

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She saw him come down the street and her face lit up. He’d never let her down, she just knew it.

He came in and they kissed eagerly.

“Are you ready?” he whispered.

She just nodded.

“Then come, let’s rob ourselves a bank,” Clyde said as he took Bonnie’s hand and led her out.

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272 characters.

Written in response to Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales #120.

 

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Welcome to my Home!

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Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding

Hi there!

Yes, you, I’m talking to you. First you come to my place, and then you act as if you are not interested in me or my life at all?

Very bad.

OK, so this is my desk, and these are pictures of all my friends.

That’s Doggy, my fish.

My cat Grizzly ate her, and now, only her bones are left.

All of them.

Except the one that my dog Kitty is eating, of course.

There’s also Lucy, my bear, and some strange creature with her.

I love my friends.

And painting. I love painting too.

But wait, where are my manners?

I haven’t introduced myself yet.

Seriously, I’m being such an ass.

My name is Julie, and there are two paintings of me on my desk.

Would you like a flower?

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134 words.

Written as a part of Sunday Photo Fiction, hosted by Susan Spaulding. The challenge is to write a story in 200 words or less, inspired by the weekly photo prompt. For more details visit HERE. To read more stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

 

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Demolition Man

I looked at my creation again. It was stunning, a virtual masterpiece, as Bird Baths go.

It was a steep downgrade, of course, from the columns of colonnades in my last masterpiece, but…

The owner of the villa inspected the Bird Bath closely now, and said in a mocking tone, “Are you sure this won’t fall down as soon as a bird sits on it?”

I raged silently, but held my tongue. There was little I could say after that crazy monster Hercules had destroyed the pillars of my magnificent, indestructible mansion, along with my reputation as an architect.

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99 words.

Written in response to theCarrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge January 17 2019

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Puppy Love

Photo prompt courtesy Sue Vincent

We came running till the end of the street, and stopped suddenly, transfixed by the magnificent artwork in front of us.

“When did that happen?” my beloved exclaimed.

I shook my head and replied, “I have no idea, but isn’t it stunning?”

“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life,” she assented.

I walked up to her, and kissed her gently. “I wish I could get something like that for you one day, my love,” I whispered.

She smiled impishly, but with just a hint of a tear in her eye, and scolded me in mock anger, “Now now, don’t you be going all soft on me. Let us do what we came to do, before someone catches us.”

I sighed, and as both of us lifted our hind-legs and aimed at the wall, I swore silently to myself that I WOULD get a bone as big as that in the painting for my sweetheart one day.

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Written in response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.

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The Unwelcome Guest

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I had been waiting for him since the morning, the one bright spot in my otherwise drab existence, but today, he was late, quite late.

My parents were against my mingling with him, and had warned me umpteen number of times that they would have to resort to strict measures to keep him out.

But they themselves were out today, and so, I had called him over.

He entered through the front door just then, and my face lit up.
So did his, as he rushed towards me…. and crashed right into the newly-installed anti-ghost glass door.
Sigh! Poor Casper!

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Photo prompt courtesy Dale Rogerson

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100 words.

Written as a part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The objective is to write a story in 100 words or less, based on the weekly photo prompt. To read many more stories based on this week’s…

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The Unwelcome Guest

I had been waiting for him since the morning, the one bright spot in my otherwise drab existence, but today, he was late, quite late.

My parents were against my mingling with him, and had warned me umpteen number of times that they would have to resort to strict measures to keep him out.

But they themselves were out today, and so, I had called him over.

He entered through the front door just then, and my face lit up.
So did his, as he rushed towards me…. and crashed right into the newly-installed anti-ghost glass door.
Sigh! Poor Casper!

dales-broken-door.jpg

Photo prompt courtesy Dale Rogerson

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100 words.

Written as a part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The objective is to write a story in 100 words or less, based on the weekly photo prompt. To read many more stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

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Hunger Pangs

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I checked the three kettles once again to see if everything was cooked to perfection.

The Three Musketeers had arrived really late last night, and had crashed immediately. They seemed to be famished, the poor souls.

Unfortunately for them, so was I…but not anymore.

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265 characters.

Written in response to Kat Myrman’s  Twittering Tales #119.

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