Through the helmet, I looked at the Space Station and my heart shattered.
Those beasts had massacred my friends. I was the only one left now.
But I refused to lose myself in despair.
Revenge would be mine. ..as soon as my new host, this human, returned to his planet Earth.
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274 characters.
Written in response to Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales #133 – 23 April 2019
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
I stared ceaselessly at the building from way down below
Waiting for her visage to finally appear at the window
The heavy snowfall and the dark, moonless night
Together made me feel that my chances were not too bright.
But instead of choosing to lie down and mope
I kept my chin up, not for a moment losing hope
Just then, I caught a glimpse of her, even in the dark, looking radiant, almost glittering
And as she threw the garbage bag onto the street, I shouted, “Dale Rogerson, I hereby fine you 50 dollars for littering!”
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96 words.
Dale is going to kill me for this!
Written as a part of Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The challenge is to write a story in 100 words or less, inspired by the weekly photo prompt. To read many more stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.
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In other news, my second collection of short stories is out now, available on various platforms globally, including Amazon (Kindle), Kobo, Apple Books, Google Play Books, Barnes & Noble (Nook), and Scribd.
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Gracias!
I hunted around for a coin, but nothing….I was as broke as I’d been this morning.
“Wouldn’t happen to have a quarter on ya, would ya?” I asked the girl.
The unreasonable brat just stared at me.
How on earth was I supposed to contact her Dad for ransom if I couldn’t call him up?
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280 characters.
Written in response to Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales #132 – 16 April 2019.
In other news, my second collection of short stories is out now, available on various platforms globally, including Amazon (Kindle), Kobo, Apple Books, Google Play Books, Barnes & Noble (Nook), and Scribd.
This link will take you to all the options for buying the book.
Read, and if you like it, spread the love to support a struggling Author
Gracias!
Before I start today’s story, just want to share some news.
My second collection of short stories is out now, available on various platforms globally, including Amazon (Kindle), Kobo, Apple Books, Google Play Books, Barnes & Noble (Nook), and Scribd.
This link will take you to all the options for buying the book.
Read, and if you like it, spread the love to support a struggling Author
Gracias!
And now, for the story:-)
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He gulped, and said, “Well, you see, I was getting really late for a date….”
I stared piercingly at him, and asked, “So?”
He stammered, “So, I drove at breakneck speed to meet her at the Theater, but…”
“But?” I growled menacingly.
“But,” he wiped his brow, “she was already inside. I hunted desperately for a parking space, but…beggars can’t be choosers….and so…”
I sagged even further into the chair as I completed his sentence for him, “And so, you left my Batmobile on the road, doors open, and engine running! Thanks Alfred, that will be all!”
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99 words.
Written in response to Charli Mills’ Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction challenge. The phrase to be used in a 99-word story (in full, part, or spirit) was- Beggars can’t be choosers.
Hola amigos!
My second collection of short stories is out now as an ebook, which is available on various platforms globally, including Amazon (Kindle), Kobo, Apple Books, Google Play Books, and Barnes & Noble (Nook). This link will take you to all the options for buying the book.
Read, and if you like it, spread the love to support a struggling Author Gracias!
Oh, and what is the book all about, you ask? I’ll let the back cover of my book do all the talking
What is the first thing that comes to your mind when you think of Spain?
Untouched, powder-sand beaches that stretch on for as far as the eyes can see?
Majestic cities that are both a testament, and a tribute, to the country’s unique mix of Moorish and Christian Art & Architecture?
Hot men, and hotter women?
Hip-swaying, hypnotic music?
Passionate dancing that would be deemed illegal in more than half the countries in the world?
Terrific Tapas & Magnificent Meats that force you to eat, and eat, and eat?
Sensational Sangria & deadly cocktails?
Or that infinite zest for life that makes Spaniards the most fierce party animals in the world?
If I were to take a wild guess, your answer would be: All of the above.
But what your answer would definitely not be is:
A scheming dog in a white village of the Alpujarras.
A giant pumpkin on the run from powerful predators.
A bull who binged on bucketfulls of butter, leading to disastrous consequences.
A ruthless gang of Ninja-employing turtles.
If you want to meet these fascinating characters, and many more bizarrely crazy cousins of theirs, come with me, as I introduce you to a Spain that you would have never seen before.
For this is Spain as seen through the eyes of a child, the same child who is alive and kicking in all of you, the one who does not frown upon fun, does not impose any limits upon imagination, and welcomes the wonders that life brings us in each moment, with open arms.
I saw the plane still on the ground, and thanked God for the storm.
I’d be able to make it just in time…to finally be face-to-face with HIM.
For the world, he was the hero who’d saved passengers after a bird-hit.
For me, he was just the human who had hit my father with a plane.
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279 characters.
Written in response to Kat Myrman’s
Clyde had come to the city all fired-up, but the harsh reality of life had set fire to his dreams, till they had all burnt down to a cinder.
But now, the time had finally come for him to take-off.
Clyde straightened up as he heard footsteps approaching. He could not afford to get fired.
Breathless with anticipation, he willed all the noise from outside to disappear.
As the countdown clock in his head said ONE, Clyde shut his eyes…..and the last word that he heard before he went flying through the roof of the circus was- FIRE!
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99 words.
Written as a part of Charli Mills’ Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge April 4 2019.
The word provided by Charli this week as a prompt was: FIRE.
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