FFfAW: Knowing

FFfAW: Knowing

This week’s photo prompt is provided by artycaptures.wordpress.com. Thank you artycaptures!

He was smiling to himself as he walked through the door. He was confident that his wife knew nothing about the affair he had been having for the past few weeks. Albert did not hate his wife, far from it, but this girl had been too much to resist. Even the way she spoke his name was seductive.

The smile dropped from his lips when he entered the kitchen and noticed the cup on the table. Some sort of had seeped over the edge and was now solidified around me edges of the white porcelain.

A ruined cake.

Lydia knew.

(100 words)

Written for flash fiction for aspiring writers

SPF: All change

SPF: All change

208 08 August 13th 2017

The new incarnation of the Doctor had not exactly gone as planned. The fact that the alien being had found itself in the body of a woman was the least of its problems. In fact, it did not care in the slightest about what gender the Doctor was going to be.

The most annoying thing was that the person they were now inhabiting was completely aware of the time that they were living in. Because of this, the TARDIS was met with harsh disapproval. You see, it had been created for hiding in plain sight. The problem was that now police call boxes were very rarely seen.

Something needed to change and the new Doctor was very willing to find something that would fit in a lot better. The problem was, a mobile was definitely too small to jump into even though inside the TARDIS was extremely big. A person would have to fit through the doorway.

She looked about and smiled when she saw the answer. The advertising picture on the Billboard was a house doorway. The text could be arranged in any way that suited the times and the place of landing.

Back to hiding in plain sight.

Written for Sunday photo fiction

SPF: Leave out all the rest

SPF: Leave out all the rest

12 J Hardy Carroll 06 August 2017© J Hardy Carroll

He had come to this abandoned building because he needed some privacy. He needed time to think about everything that was going on in his life. He had gone there for peace and quiet but annoyingly the sidewalk was incredibly busy and he was always interrupted.

Never one to be stopped from a plan, he walked to where he knew some roadworks were taking place. There he spotted a sign which was going to be perfect. With it under his arm, his feet travelled back to the building where he placed the sign on that busy sidewalk.

Smiling because his idea was a success he finally managed to be his own. The idea was that he was going to think of a way out of the situation that he found himself in.

Sadly, the voice of self-doubt was not exactly quiet when there were no one else’s voices to interrupt it. By the time a few hours had passed he was convinced that he was useless and nobody liked him. All he ever wanted was for people to keep him in their memory.

By the next day, he was dead.

Strong on the surface, not all the way through.

Written for Sunday photo fiction and Dedicated to Chester Bennington.

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SPF: Something missing

SPF: Something missing

207 07 July 30th 2017© A Mixed Bag 2009
[Synthetic Alien Head from the National Space Centre,  Leicester, UK]

“Sir! You’d better come back here.”

I rolled my eyes thinking that I had the most incompetent partner in the service. He could not seem to manage anything on his own without calling me in for help. Slowly, I walked through the house wondering what it could possibly be that he was struggling with. More paperwork? Another question regarding what to do with evidence on a crime scene? “What is it now, Sanders?”

Sanders had gone incredibly pale and did not seem to be able to word his question. Instead, he pointed, with shaking fingers, to the room behind us. “In there.”

“I have never seen anything like this.” The medical team walked out of the room that was being pointed at and shook their heads at me.

Realising this was slightly more important than paperwork, I went into the room and stopped dead. I may as well of been suddenly rooted to the floor beneath me. In front of me, there was a severed head which did not look human. We had come to investigate the murder of the resident, but this was something never expected.

You couldn’t help but wonder, what happened to the rest of the body.

Written for Sunday photo fiction

FFfAW: What happened to the drunken sailor?

FFfAW: What happened to the drunken sailor?

 

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode. Thank you Louise!

Fred and Thomas, the local troublemakers, had been drinking for most of the day when they noticed the unmanned yacht moored at the quayside. Fred turned to Thomas with a sparkle in his eyes. “Fancy a spin?”

Thomas raised an eyebrow. “Can you drive that thing?”

“Pfft! How hard can it be?”

The two boys staggered towards the yacht and then they clambered on board. As they pulled away they both gave squeals of delight. Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for the inevitable to happen. The inexperienced and inebriated sailors somehow managed to drive on shore.

“Run!” Fred cried, panicking.

(100 words)

Written for flash fiction for aspiring writers

FFfAW: 99 steps

FFfAW: 99 steps

This week’s photo prompt is provided by J.S. Brand. Thank you J.S. for our photo prompt!

We were going on a pilgrimage. We had been told a building was perched on side of a hill with only 99 and steps lying between as and it.

All we had been told was that the site was incredibly secretive but that we would find the answers we were seeking there.

Now we were standing at the bottom of the hill looking at the beginning of our journey. It looked like it was going to be trickier than we had first imagined climbing 99 steps.

The question needed an answer. Just who had taken our baby?

We began climbing.

Written for flash fiction for aspiring writers

SPF: Still standing

SPF: Still standing

11 07 July 16 2017 Mike Vore Oh My Photos© Mike Vore

It had been some time since I had last seen my family home. I had been away from my house because I had been studying at a university far away. Too far.

The earthquake had completely decimated my home town and all I saw in the reports were flattened houses and broken families. My heart broke when I was unable to get in touch with my own family. Were they about to become another statistic of the unidentified dead?

There was only one way to rectify this, and I knew exactly what it was. I had to return to the place where I had been brought up and surveyed the damage. I felt slightly sick when I realised that I would probably have to look at corpses in order to give them names.

When I arrived, I walked through all the rubble in the direction of our house. Imagine my surprise when I saw the only intact building in the street. I mean, yes, it was being held up by scaffolding but it had survived. I wanted to go inside but I was advised that it was not safe to do so.

I lost my family but not my home.

Written for Sunday photo fiction