FFftPP – Stomach Flu

Maggie, I have had a stomach ache for about two weeks. I think from something I ate.”

“What have you been eating, Mabel?”

“Oh, just the usual, bugs…scorpions. I think I got a bad scorpion.”

“You know Mabel, there's been a bad stomach flu going around the camp. Could you have a little stomach bug?”

“Well, that is possible but no one else in my family has it.”

“Grandpappy Norton had a bit of a stomach bug recently.”

“In that case, that's probably what I have, a stomach bug.”

“…Mabel, what is that peculiar smell?”

“OH NO, my pants!”

(100)

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This is my submission for Roger Shipp's flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practioner. He gives us a photo prompt, a sentence in which to put into our story, and approximately 200 words. Our sentence this week is, “what is that peculiar smell?”

To read the other submissions, click here.

FFftPP – Buckley

The given sentence is: Stop saying ‘It’s just the circle of life’…” (Please use this sentence (or this thought) somewhere in your flash).

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I had saved the baby ducks from the gutter and later that day, this ol' fox came and ate one of the babies. He ate Buckley!

Dad tells me, “Son, it's just the circle of life.”

“No!” I screamed, “Stop saying that!” And I burst into tears at the memory of Buckley hanging from the jaws of the ol' fox.

We kids don't understand that “circle of life stuff.” All we know is how we feel. And, it hurt me to the bone when this horrible thing happened. I couldn't protect Buckley.

That was twenty years ago. I understand the circle of life now. I understand it is just nature. It doesn't make me feel any better about Buckley, but I understand it.

Dadgumit! Buckley was my favorite little duckling.

(130)

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This is my 130 word submission for the flash fiction, Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner, hosted by Roger Ship. We are given the first sentence (which we can use in context or use something similar to the given sentence), plus approximately 200 words and a photo prompt, with which we are to use to create our stories.

Everyone is invited to participate, for more information, click here.

To read other stories submitted for this challenge, click here.

 

FFotPP – Hear Me

The high shrill of screeching brakes, crashing metal and screams mix together in a haze of confusion. I come to briefly, inside my vehicle remembering the last thing I remembered before the accident, lights coming directly at me – not being able to see where I was going – then suddenly losing reality, and ultimately blackness.

I wake again to the sound of beeping machines and hooked up to tubes. My body not being able to move, my daughter sitting beside me crying.

Marcia, Marcia, I'm okay, I'm right here. Stop crying.” She doesn't seem to hear me and continues to cry.

She turns to the nurse, “Please give me another minute before you take her off the life support.”

The nurse nods and walks away.

I'm here, I'm here! I'm okay!”

Why can no one hear me?


(141)

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This is my submission for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner. This challenge is hosted by Roger Shipp and this week he has supplied us with a prompt photo and approximately 200 words with which we create our stories. This challenge is open to everyone and for more information, click here.

To read other stories for this challenge, click here.






 

 

 

FFftPP-Inheritance

I read the note tucked inside my front door,

This was the first time I ever had to sign for a letter addressed to Occupant. I think this letter might belong to you. You may come get it this evening at the white house with the red door next to the sign with the lady painting.”

The letter was from my grandfather's attorney, which included a check for my inheritance,

Five hundred and eighty-eight thousand dollars.

I grinned from ear to ear. My heart raced with excitement. Spending this will be so easy. Caribbean Islands, here I come!

(99)

This is my submission for the flash fiction challenge hosted by Roger Shipp, Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner. He gives us a photo prompt and approximately 100-200 words with which we create our stories. Everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click here to read Roger's challenge post.

To read other stories submitted to this challenge, click here.



 

FFftPP – The Drop Off

I have been driving around this park for half an hour. They told me to put the money in the trash bin at Bird Park but this is the middle of nowhere and there are four trash bins. I don't know what to do.

They have my wife and if I don't give them $50,000 by 4:00 this afternoon they will kill her.

Granted, there have been times I thought I would like to kill her myself, but those were only during our heated arguments. She always has to have the last word. She gets puffed up over the smallest things. She degrades me all the time. She even takes control of the remote.

You know, on second thought, I'm going to take this money and have a vacation in Costa Rica. They can have her.

This is my submission for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner, hosted by Roger Shipp. He gives us a photo prompt and approximately 200 words with which we create our stories. Everyone is invited to participate. To read other stories submitted for this challenge, click here.

 

FFftPP – Books and Childhood

After their father was injured and no longer able to support the family, Sarah and Jenny were sent to work in the sewing factory. A sad existence for two little girls.

The girls' mother took them to the library once a week so they could choose books to read. They loved to read and read voraciously whenever they got home from work at night.

Through the pages of these wonderful books, the girls lived adventurous lives and went to exciting places. They may have had to grow up fast but they lived their childhoods inside the pages of the books.

(100)

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This is my 100 word submission for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner, hosted by Roger Shipp. He provides us with a photo prompt and approximately 200 words with which we create our stories. To read the other entries for this challenge, click here.

 

 

 

FFftPP-Big Dreams

We started our lives in New York but moved to San Francisco. Jorge and I had big dreams in San Franscisco. He was going to run his own Architectural Engineering business. We would live in a big two or three story home with a fancy garage and a mini-van filled with children. We were on our way to achieving our dreams when the housing market collapsed. We lost our business, then our home.

Jorge is working for another Architectural firm while I am a stay-at-home mother and housewife. Together we are raising three children in a small apartment. Some days, we just get by.

We fondly think back to our childhood; how things seemed so simple back then. “Yep, we think, we can do this. But, nothing is ever as easy as it looks…”

(134)

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This is my submission for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner, hosted by Roger Shipp. He provides us with a photo prompt and the first sentence to our story. This week it is, “Nothing is ever as easy as it looks.” For more information about this challenge, click HERE.
To read the other stories written for this challenge, click HERE.

 

FFftPP – The Letter

There it was. You could see the corner of the folded yellowed parchment sticking out of the torn lining of the battered book.

The relief I felt was all consuming. I couldn't believe I had finally found it! This letter had been lost for years and I wondered if maybe it had been stolen. The letter was written by my distant cousin while he was fighting in the American Civil War at Ship Point, York County, Virginia in 1861. He died later in the Battle of Gettysburg in 1863, and this letter is a very treasured family heirloom.

I carefully placed the letter in my safe. I won't take the chance of losing it again!


(115)

This is my submission for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner, kindly hosted by Roger Shipp. This challenge is open to all who would like to participate. For more information, click HERE

To read all the wonderful stories, click HERE.


This story is partially true. I do have a letter written by my distant cousin while he was in battle during the American Civil war in 1861. He was stationed in battle at Ship Point, York County, Virginia. He was killed in the Battle of Gettysburg in 1863. The letter is a treasured family heirloom.

 

 

 

FFftPP- The Little Black Dog

My little brother's blonde hair bobbed on top of the kitchen cabinets as he grabbed the container of chocolate pudding. He opened it and ate to his great delight. Before four year old Terry could get rid of the evidence, our dad came walking into the kitchen.

“WHO OPENED THIS?! I WANT TO KNOW RIGHT NOW, WHO OPENED THIS?”

Terry's lower lip quivered as he stuttered out his response,

“A l l little b b black d d dog came in and o o o opened it.”

(Dad looked at him with a fierce look).

“A little black dog, you say?”

“Yes, a l l little b b black d d dog c c came in and o o opened it.”

(I'm sure our dad struggled to keep from laughing).

“…For the thousandth time, I promise you, it wasn't me!”


This is a true story.

This is my submission for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner, kindly hosted by, Roger Shipp. He provides us with a prompt photo and approximately 200 words with which we create our stories. This challenge is open to all who would like to join. For more information, click HERE.

To read the other stories submitted for this challenge, click HERE.

FFftPP – Voice in My Head

“You lookin' at me?”

What?! Who said that? Who's here in this room with me? There isn't anyone in here except this deer head hanging on the wall. Surely not! Dead deers don't talk. Do they?

“Hey! It's me talkin'. You need to listen to me. This is important. I want to know why they hung my head on a wall? They took my dignity from me. First of all they shot me dead, then they hung my head on the wall like they are proud of what they did.”

“You are a DEAD DEER! How can you be talking to me? Hey, I took my Meds this morning, you shouldn't be talking to me.”

“Help me get off this wall and back to my body so I can have my dignity again.”

“I don't know how to help you. I have no idea where the rest of your body is.”

“Please, listen to me, at least take me back to the forest where they shot me.”

“Sure. Sure, I'll do that for you. But first, let me go back to my doctor and see if he will increase my Meds.”

“If you do that you won't hear my voice anymore.”

“Yes! Exactly.”

(200)

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This is my submission for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner, kindly hosted by Roger Shipp. He supplies us with a photo prompt and approximately 200 words with which we create our stories. Everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.

To read other stories, click HERE.