Flash Fiction – A Moonlight Kiss

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Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts the flash fiction challenge called

Friday Fictioneers!

Take the challenge to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words using the weekly picture prompt.


 

Standing on deck the moonlight casts shimmering lights across the water, as the yacht sways in time to waves.

We’ve finally met.

Feeling his arms encircling me, I feel his body warmth emanating from his chest, wrapping around me, cocooned in a new safe place. I feel his lips on my neck as he leaves kisses on my skin.

Turning to face him, I tilt my head closing my eyes to photograph this moment into my scrapbook of memories. The first. The most special.

“One day at a time.” smiling I wrap my arms and hold on to new possibilities.

 

Genre – Romance (100 words)

Flash Fiction – Shadows

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Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts the flash fiction challenge called

Friday Fictioneers!

Take the challenge to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words using the weekly picture prompt.


 

“Dad! Where are you?” I call through the house.

Simultaneously feeling chilled, by a draught even though the window is shut.

I’m motionless, caught in stride. Not believing the image I see.

A shadow of an old man.

My chest tight, my breath visible in the summer heat.

Tightness wrapping around my body and squeezing the air out my lungs.

But no one is there.

Just a darkness.

“There you are! Look, Claire! Found at the building site! I bet they hold some history!” Dad stands in front of me looking at his feet.

Walking in a dead man’s shoes!

 

Genre – Horror (100 words)

Flash Fiction – Stranded

 

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Waves crash against the rocks as the ocean smashes against the new safe world he now calls home. The sea is vicious as he waits for his saviour to rescue him. The demons talking in his head.

His chest tightens as the atmosphere smothers his breath and takes the air out his lungs. He remembers the death that brought him here to this island. A murder and blood.

7 Days Ago…

The top deck was quiet that night. No one was there. In the dark, he walked under the stars thinking of his wife asleep in her cabin. This stranger was watching him. He saw him, out his peripheral vision lurking in the shadows, watching silently. Suspicion and wonder cross his mind. He walks past and glances the stranger’s way. Grant recognises him from the evening charity event. A passing look between him and his wife. He encircled her into an embrace to warn him off her. Showing him she is his, taken.

He watches him as he steps forward.  “Do you have a light?” the stranger keeps his head down and averts his eyes. The air thick with suspicion as he decides if he walks by, ignoring the request.

“Sure.” Keeping his distance, he reaches into his pocket, he sees the flash of moonlight hit the blade. “Hey! Whoa! What is this?!” Grant backs up, away from this man.

“I know it was you! You hurt her!” Lines crease his forehead with anger and menace as he breathes putrid sweet breath! His arm across Grant’s throat, making it hard for him to breathe.

“What? No! I don’t, I love her …” Grants breathing laboured as he struggles for breath. He struggles to shift his weight off as he pushes him away. Shifting his weight against this stranger who is threatening his life.

“I know!!” he yells in his face as spit sprays his face. Showing the fear in his eyes as confusion flashes through his mind.  Stepping into his personal space, backed against the wall once again.

“Stay away! If you don’t you will regret marrying her!” His hands up surrendering his life, Grant waits as the stranger walks away but unbeknown to him, follows him to his cabin. He returns with haste to warn Sarah.  The shock, fear and anger evade him. He sees the blood pooling across the floor, her arm trailing through the dark congealed blood, leaving drag marks across the tiled floor. He hurries outside and vomits over the balcony into the ocean below. The stranger, he flashes a knife, they struggle, and he jumps overboard to safety.

Now…

Resting head in hands, sobbing, remembering his beautiful Sarah. It has been seven days since he left her laying on the floor. He misses her. The peacefulness here on the island is torture to him. He remembers her the last time he saw her. Just as he imagined she would look. Dead and lifeless.

He thinks back to happier times. When they were in each others embrace by moonlight under the skies of the Northern Lights. A magical night where his life changed for the better. Now sitting here he decides it’s time to live not survive.

Searching the island for resources he spells out the words across the sand. Feeling accomplished.  He waits for the yacht to return.

On the horizon, he sees the white fleck in the distance. It comes to shore as Sarah, stood on deck, a beautiful vision, sun hat held tightly by her hand as the wind blows her blonde hair across her flawless face. She jumps into the water, up to her thighs as she desperately wades through the ocean to reach her man. The love of his life.

“How about we get married and go on honeymoon? Relax on the beach and leave your old life behind?”

“Perfect! Without Grant, my life will be perfect.” she smiles at Joe and kisses him as he holds her in his arms. Safe. Content. Happy.

In the sand, Sarah glances over at the branches that spell out the words, Marry Me!

“My answer is Yes! I will marry you!” Sarah smiles as she feels the weight of their plan wash away any guilt she had. Perfectly worked out so they could be together. Sarah safe in his arms.

The perfect plan.

 

 

 

Daily Prompt – Dear Diary…

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Dear Diary …

Monday

So, I’m writing this right now as I can’t wait until I go to bed!  I just got home from school! It was amazing! He was so lovely and said he would walk me home! EEk! I can’t believe he likes me! I’m in the year below him too. He is my new love! I think I really like him!

Tuesday

I got to school this morning and Josh came straight over. He didn’t even bring his friends over to me to say hi but I don’t care! I told him I was going to the park after school tomorrow and asked if he wanted to come! He said yes!

Wednesday

We went to the park today. Josh met me at the playground gates. I thought he wasn’t going to come but when I saw all his mates leave I realised he must have had detention. He is always in trouble. I don’t care though. I don’t like his mates much though. They are always sniggering! Sometimes I feel like it’s at me but I really like him! So I ignore them. Maybe they are jealous! We went to the park and just sat and talked! He plays football. He is so cute! Afterwards, he walked me home because it started to get dark. We didn’t kiss yet. I wonder when we will?

Thursday

I told Josh I would meet him at the school gates today but he didn’t turn up! I was so vexed! He said he would come but I saw him leave with his stupid mates! I hate them! They all laughed when they left. Josh didn’t though. He smiled at me and shrugged. I guess he just feels like he can’t show me he likes me because he’s too embarrassed in front of them.

Friday

OMG!! I cant believe what happened today! Eek! I went to the park with Josh and we kissed! It was a full-on snog too! Tongues and everything! He’s a really good kisser! I hope he likes me because I don’t kiss just anyone! Well, he’s the only one I’ve ever kissed that I’ve liked. I do like him! He is gorgeous! I can’t wait until tomorrow! I want to kiss him all the time! I’m going to the park to meet him again tomorrow. I’m so excited I won’t be able to sleep.

Saturday

I’m so upset! He didn’t come!

Sunday

I have to go shopping with Mum! I hate shopping and I bet I will miss Josh! I was going to go to the park in case he turns up and got the day wrong! Now I can’t!

Monday

Josh said he was really sorry that he didn’t come. I forgave him! We went to the shops and got ice creams. Afterwards, we went to the park. We were the only ones there. I let Josh feel my boobs too. He undid my school shirt. I was so embarrassed because he got my boob right out! I was really turned on though so didn’t want to stop him. He just did it. But I guess I didn’t stop him and I could have if I wanted him to.

Tuesday

I got to school today and Josh ignored me! I’m so upset. Maybe my boobs were not big enough. I don’t know. I thought he really liked me. I wouldn’t have let him do that if I knew. I’m not going to talk to him tomorrow! I’m starting to wonder why I even liked him in the first place!

Wednesday

I went over to Josh today and asked him why he ignored me yesterday and he just laughed at me with his mates. They were all laughing and sniggering and whispering! I feel so stupid! He was obviously using me! I hate him!

Thursday

I hate him!!!! When I got to school EVERYONE was pointing and laughing at me!  I saw they were laughing at their phones. Mia said she had seen the photo of me and called me a whore! What have I done?

Friday

How am I ever going to go back to school again? Everyone has seen it! Josh’s mates took a picture of me. I’m so embarrassed. I’m never going back to school! I can’t face them all laughing at me!

Saturday

I saw the picture on Snapchat! I HATE HIM!!!!!!!!!

Friday

I’m never going back!

I know what I have to do!

I have to do it!

750 words.

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Bullying can happen to anyone.

Name calling, hurting, Cyber-bullying and by text.

These days, children are exposed to bullying threats daily. Snapchat, Instagram and Facebook. These are the worst! A photo taken in an instant will be shared within minutes of it being captured and will spread just as rapidly

It’s almost time for schools to go back as the September term starts. In every school children have to endure bullies and evil children that take advantage of them at any opportunity.

If you do one thing when preparing your child for the new term, teach them this. BE KIND, ALWAYS! 

As their parents, let’s put a STOP to bullying by teaching them how significant these three little words are.

 

 

Flash Fiction – The Stranger

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The feeling of unease is intense as I walk along hiding in the shadows of trees. The noise is there just behind me beating amongst the rain as it pelts hard against my skin. Footsteps, gaining on me, getting louder and echoing in my mind causing panic as I imagine the terror the other girls have felt before me. Forgetting my umbrella was the first mistake I made as I left in a rush. The second mistake was leaving my phone. The phone that right now could save me from the fate I’m up against.

I begin to quicken my pace as my heart beat thumps against my chest. I feel the cold against my skin as I can hear the slow rumble of thunder in the distance and count the seconds between the flash and crash of the storm.As I glance behind me he is still there, with his head bent forward, his fast walking pace shortens the gap between us. His form looms over me as I make my feet walk faster.

I look around for an open shop, but at this time of the night I’m unlucky, the street is dark and being so late, even pubs have long closed. I walk quickly to get to a safe place. As I turn the corner, up ahead I see the Tesco Extra and feel overpowered with relief as I see the lights on and someone dash inside. I begin to run as the heavens open and torrential rain beats down on my body making my sheer silk dress transparent. I feel the tension begin to slip, knowing I can get away from the stranger who has followed me for the last half a mile. Looking behind me again I see the stranger has begun to run too. My panic rising I feel my breathing quicken and my chest tightens as a panic attack threatens to challenge my escape.

I run faster and as I slip inside the shop, glancing over my shoulder, his shadow catches up and envelopes me as he follows me inside. Tensing as I wait for the attack, he bumps into me and apologises. “Sorry love, awful weather out there!” I lean against the drinks cabinet and sigh as I try to catch my breath again, realising he was heading here all along and is not the serial killer everyone’s trying to catch!

Flash Fiction -The Blind Date

 

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Candice was late for a lunch date with Drake. She hurried along the busy  London streets to try and catch up the time to arrive before he did. She wanted to arrive before him so she had time to observe at a distance and run in case he was another weird guy like the last one.

The air was warm with a touch of heat, enough to make sweat marks on the underside of her pale tunic. She flings her long, dark chestnut hair over her shoulder to cool down her neck from the clamminess.  She was unsure of the time but to take a moment to check would slow her down. She notices the man in front of her walking with a sway as he took long strides along the pavement. He has an aura of confidence with his smart dark blue jeans and white shirt. His sleeves rolled up halfway between his elbow and wrist which held a Rolex and exposing tattoo’s peeking out of his sleeve. He bumps into a man walking toward him. As they collide, a piece of paper falls out his pocket which she retrieves as it whooshed past her and settles on the ground. She picks it up and rushed to catch him so she can reunite the scrunched up piece of scrap.

‘Excuse me.’ She slips through the crowd as she sees him getting away with his long strides. She picks up the pace and catches him. ‘Sorry, can I get through’ she says as she squeezes between the strangers slowing her down. Candice is a few steps away as he stops in front of her, and checks his pocket. She smacks straight into his rear and trips over the curb where he was waiting to cross. Two girls outside Costa, sipping Lattes titter at her clumsiness and snigger to themselves. As she glares at their rudeness she taps him on the arm.

‘Excuse me, Hi, you dropped this.’ Her smile turns into awe as she drinks in his face as he turns towards her. She is taken aback at his sheer perfection!  She freezes and stares as she takes in his neat facial hair trimmed to firm perfected lines around his strong sharp jawline. His face tanned with the most piercing aquamarine eyes she ever saw. Hair so dark and naturally smooth, partly shaved to the side and an aroma of spicy aftershave. She opens her mouth to speak as she faulted and apologise ‘Sorry… but… Shit! You’re the most beautiful man I ever saw!’

‘Urr, thank you? I’m flattered.’  He turns away with a puzzled look and frown that a beautiful stranger complimented him so frankly yet so sorry he doesn’t have the time to properly complement her back. He takes the paper from her outstretched hand and smiles, holding it up ‘Thank you. You too. Well… not a beautiful man obviously. You’re beautiful too.’

‘… Thank you.’  Candice, not being used to compliments, lowers her eyes a little embarrassed,  which he finds endearing.

She calls after him as they walk, ‘I understand it’s bizarre to tell a stranger they are beautiful, especially a man but You are! It’s your eyes… they are absolutely mesmerizing. I just had to tell you!’

He smiles at her over his shoulder and reluctantly faces forward again and continues his rushed journey to his destination that he is already late for. He wants to arrive before her to be the gentleman he is.

A few meters up the road Candice sees the newsagents and quickly nips in, to buy polos. She picks up the pace as she notices the time as leaves the shop in a hurry. Two minutes to be at the uptown cafe. She thinks to herself of the perfect man born to be a model and wonders why she isn’t lucky enough to meet such gorgeous men like him on Lonelyhearts.com. She rolls her eyes as she realises any guy that gorgeous would not be single. With those looks, he could have a pick of all of the available girls in London.

She sees the Cafe on the corner. A local French Pattisiere in the Centre of London. She rushes across the road and pushes open the heavy door with its long vertical brass handle and drops her bag to her feet upon entering. She bends down to pick it up admiring the black shoes polished so shiny she could check her makeup in them. She raises her eyes and stares into the pools of ocean blue.

He passes her the bag and she stands slowly as she drinks him in. ‘It seems we meet again.’

‘Yes. I’m meeting someone here. You?’

‘Me too. A blind date actually.’ She smiles. ‘Drake’

‘Yes?’ he looks puzzled at her as the realisation washes over him and grins at his luck.

‘His name is Drake.’ she looks at him puzzled.

‘Yes. I am Drake, it is a pleasure to meet you officially.’

‘Fucking hell! Hi!’

Madison

Flash Fiction – The Rock Cafe

 

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I stand by the counter making a cup of our finest Columbian roast espresso. The girl ordering, carries a pile of books under her arm and a haphazardly balanced messenger bag over her shoulder. She is a regular to the seaside café. Always comes in at 1.15pm. She comes in every Tuesday as it’s her free period at university, to make the most of her study period and says that the ambience of the cafe while watching the waves on the rocks gives her inspiration. She is studying to become a journalist and ironically her name is Louis. I always smile when I see her and chuckle to myself when I think of the references to the film.

“Actually Sandra, can I have two, I have a friend joining me today.”

“Of course, I will bring it over to you. Are you sitting in your usual place?”

Lois nods while smiling her gorgeous wide grin, “Yes, Thanks” She is always so happy and smiley. I admire her for chasing her dreams. Had I done that I wouldn’t be stood here making coffee with aching feet. If I had my chance again I would go back to University and study law. I’d always wanted to do something meaningful with my life but ended up getting a 9-3 job so I could take my children to school. My dreams have to be put on hold for now.

As I place the miniature coffee cup onto its matching tiny saucer I glance up and stare as the door opens. I stand straight and watch as in walks Clark Kent! Honestly, you couldn’t make this stuff up! A tall guy, wearing a tweed suit walks in. His almost black hair swept to one side and black rimmed glasses. He juggles what looks like a pile of encyclopaedias in his arms. The top book threatens to slide off while he tries to balance them as he gets through the heavy door.

I walk over to their table and set the saucer down for Lois’ friend.

Hi, here’s your espresso, are you here to study too?”

“Yes! I’m here to fight for truth and justice”

I make my excuses and walk away wondering … I’m sure that’s a Superman quote!