FFfAW: Talking Fish and Voices

I sit here in my psychiatrist's office, waiting. The black and yellow fish in the aquarium keep giving me secret messages and the voices in my head are constantly telling me I'm a low-life not worthy of living.

Oh gawd, the damn fish is talking to me again!


Doc won't be happy with me because I won't take my meds. But, I hate them. They make me feel worse. The voices tell me not to take them or they'll kill me. Oh God it hurts so much to be confused! I'm so confused.

Should I tell the doc about the messages from the black and yellow fish? Hell no, he'll think I'm crazy. I don't want him to think I'm crazy. Everyone else thinks I'm crazy because I hear voices.

I wish the voices would stop being mean to me. I wish they would just be nice.

(150 words)

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Thank you to Sonya O. for loaning us the photo for our prompt this week.

This is my submission for the challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We are given a prompt photo and between 75-175 words with which to write our stories. This challenge is open to all who would like to participate. To find out more, please click on this link FFfAW.




FFfAW: Gazebo Memories

Every day I walk to the park and sit on the bench that allows me to view the gazebo that holds so many fond memories for me.

I remember Billy, my very first boyfriend, kissing me at this gazebo on New Year's Eve that year and I swear I think my toes tingled.

My “husband to be” danced with me on this gazebo so many years ago and I thought we were dancing in heaven. We married six months after that dance.

Then there were all the picnics that my husband, children and I went on as we sat in the gazebo sharing our fried chicken and potato salad. Holding me close, we watched the children play on the park gym and laughed at silly jokes.

One day, my casket will be on this gazebo as my family tells me goodbye. There will be tears and beautiful music, a picnic lunch and family mingling with each other. But I won't be there.

I sigh heavily, and slowly walk back to my hospice bed. (173 words)

Photo credit ©Dawn M. Miller

This is my 173 word submission for the Weekly Challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, hosted by PricelessJoy. We are given a photo and approximately 100-175 words with which to write a story with. It is fun, challenging, and addicting. If you would like to participate, please click on this link: FFfAW.

To read the other participant's stories, click on the blue froggy button above.

FFfAW 5-13-2015 The Quacker Family

Buster didn't want go swimming with a buncha sissies. He wanted to go explorin'.

“Mamma, Buster isn't in line! Buster, you better get back here or you're gonna be in a load of trouble!”

“Shut up Sissy! You ain't the boss a me.” Quacked Buster.

It isn't easy being the only boy in a family of girls. He didn't wanna do girl stuff, he wanted to do boy stuff. He wanted to explore. All the girls wanted to do was swim.

“I'm not being bossy I'm helpin' mamma!” Sissy quacked to her rebellious little brother.

Buster's mamma wanted her children all in a row but Buster clearly wasn't gonna listen.

Mamma stopped waddling and quacked at Buster, “Buster, get back in line right now! You are not old enough to go out alone!”

“Ahh mamma!….Quack quack quack quack…”

“Quack, quack…Told you so! Told you so! Quack, quack, quack…” Quacked Sissy.

150 words

The photo for this week's prompt is supplied by pricelessjoy.

This is my story for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Weekly Challenge. We are given a photo prompt and approximately 150 words with which to write our story. Everyone is welcome to participate in this fun and addicting challenge. For more information, clickity click on this link: FFfAW

Also, click on the froggy button to read all the stories submitted for this challenge. You won't be disappointed.




Gone But Not Forgotten

The Daily Post has given us a photo challenge today, “Gone But Not Forgotten.”

If you would like to participate in this challenge, check out Krista's post and see her beautiful flower pot garden:


My picture is of a Christmas Cactus that was given to me last Christmas. They are suppose to bloom during Christmas every year. My Christmas Cactus hasn't bloomed yet this year.

I am anxiously waiting…