‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #26 New Image Prompt. Join in the fun! #IARTG #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts @pursoot

Hello everyone and welcome to my weekly “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!”  WEEK #26 Each week I’ll be featuring an image and inviting you to write a Flash Fiction or Non-Fiction piece inspired by that image in any format and genre of your choosing.  Maximum word count: 750 words.

Please put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at My email address. by ,DEADLINE: 4pm EDT on Thursday, NOVEMBER 26th. Subject: Fiction in a Flash Challenge. If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be much appreciated.

 I’ll be sharing all entries received, and, my own contribution here AS I RECEIVE THEM.  Thanks to everyone for the amazing support.

Here is the Week #26 Image Prompt.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #25 Entry Part 6) by Roberta Eaton Cheadle @RobertaEaton17 #IARTG #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 6)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #25. Today I’m featuring a contribution from Roberta Eaton Cheadle
Last week I set the following Challenge:

Hello everyone and welcome to my new “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!” Each week I’ll be featuring an image and inviting you to write a Flash Fiction or Non-Fiction piece inspired by that image in any format and genre of your choosing.  Maximum word count: 750 words.

Here is the image prompt and Roberta’s Contribution.

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Alice bounds into the library, just in time to see the tails of Mr Rabbit’s coat disappearing through the closing door.

“Mr Rabbit,” she cries, “Oh, do wait for me, Mr Rabbit.”

The door hesitates, and then slowly swings back open.

A quivering nose peers around the edge of the doorframe, followed by a pair of pink eyes behind wire-rimmed spectacles.

“Alice, is that you, dear girl? How wonderful to find you in the library? I was just passing through the secret door into Wonderland. Would you care to join me?”

“Oh, yes, thank you, Mr Rabbit.”

Alice bolts across the floor and slips through the doorway between the numerous volumes of leather-bound books into a world of fantasy and imagination.

Alice looks around. She is not in a dark hole, tumbling down, down, down, towards the centre of the earth; she is in a large hall.

On one side of the room stands a bank of computers. Children sit in front of the blinking screens with their eyes riveted on the flickering figures in front of them. Headphones cover their ears, making them look like aliens from outer space. Although dozens of children sit in front of a similar number of machines, no one speaks, there is no discussion or banter, each child is focused solely on their own game. The only sound is the soft movement of the many mice across the mouse pads.

“Wow,” whispers Alice, “look how immersed the children are in their games. They are completely transfixed.”

“Yes, they are,” agrees Mr Rabbit, “they barely take the time to blink.”

A happy murmur of voices attracts Alice’s attention to the other side of the sizable hall. A large group of small children are gathered around a central teacher who is reading to them from a large book. Every now and then the teacher pauses, holding up the book so that the children can see the illustrations. The soft babble is the children admiring the pictures and asking the teacher questions. Bookshelves line the walls, and this side of the hall is happy and welcoming, filled with bean bags and relaxed and smiling children.

Older children look through the books on the shelves, carefully removing a book and reading the blurb, before either returning it to the shelf or walking over to a bean bag and sitting down to read. Alice watches as an older girl explains a difficult word to a younger boy.

Mr Rabbit stands in the middle of the room. In one hand he holds a computer mouse and in the other, a bookmark.

“One side will grow your comprehension, reading skills, empathy and imagination,” he says, “and the other will shorten your concentration span and reduce your ability to cope, socialise and deal with stress. Choose carefully, Alice, as your choice will change you forever.”

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #25 Entry Part 5) by Anita Dawes @jaydawes2 #IARTG #WritingPrompts #WritingComminity #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Entry PART 5) for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #25.

Today I’m featuring a contribution from entry 5) by Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie.

Last week I set the following Challenge:

Hello everyone and welcome to my new “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!” Each week I’ll be featuring an image and inviting you to write a Flash Fiction or Non-Fiction piece inspired by that image in any format and genre of your choosing.  Maximum word count: 750 words.

Here is the image prompt and the contribution.

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Grandpa’s estate revealed a hidden room
Behind rows of ancient stories
Many of which I had read over the years
I wish I had discovered the hidden room
When I had spent time at grandpa’s
Now I cannot ask him about it
Why he kept first editions there I understand
The box of family secrets have left me feeling sad
Now I understand the strange hollow feeling
I have lived with for years
I have a family I never knew about
Their love and warmth
would have filled that hollow space
Why were they kept hidden?
Are any of them still living?
This is my task, to find someone
who belongs to me
that connects me to life to my grandpa
To find out if I belong here…

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #25 Entry Part 4) by Jacquie Biggar @jacqbiggar #IARTG #FlashFiction #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Entry PART 4) for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #25.

Today I’m featuring a contribution from entry 4) by Jacquie Biggar

Last week I set the following Challenge:

Hello everyone and welcome to my new “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!” Each week I’ll be featuring an image and inviting you to write a Flash Fiction or Non-Fiction piece inspired by that image in any format and genre of your choosing.  Maximum word count: 750 words.

Here is the image prompt and the contribution.

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Transformation

Jenny pouted in the backseat of her mom’s suburban as they traveled into the city to see her boring old grandma.

“I don’t want to stay at Grandma’s for Thanksgiving- there’s nothing to do. Why can’t I go with you and Rick?”

Mom glanced at her in the rearview mirror before refocusing on the rain lashed roads. “I’m sorry, honey. Rick planned a special vacation just for the two of us. He’s been so overworked lately, I think he just needs a break. Besides, you don’t want to leave your grandmother all alone on the holiday, do you?”

Why not? You’re leaving me alone. Disgruntled, Jenny stared at the murky shadows out her side window until she fell into a restless sleep.

A blade of light seeped from the partially closed door. Jenny glanced around, but other than the looming paintings of her ancestors staring at her from imposing dark walls, the hallway was empty.

Heart flapping like a trapped pigeon, she slowly pushed against the worn wood until the door slid open enough for her to slip through. The room was huge! Shelves and shelves of books climbed the walls in a hodge-podge mess. Some lay on their sides, while others propped up leaning rows like the drunken soldiers she’d seen in one of those old movies Mom made her watch on Sunday afternoons.

Flipping the papery pages on a dusty tome, Jenny couldn’t understand why she’d been banned from entering the library. Most of these books were older than dirt and twice as heavy. What did Grandma think she would do to them?

Tempted to rip a page right down the middle, just for spite, she instead set it aside and turned to leave. A black cat with unblinking emerald green eyes stared at her from near one of the bookcases.

Where did you come from?” Jenny asked. She crouched and held her hand toward the slinky feline. “Well, come on then. I won’t hurt you.”

Instead, the leonine head turned toward a gap in the wall Jenny hadn’t noticed, its sensitive ears twitching.

“A secret room? I wonder if Grandma knows about this.” Pulse thrumming with nervous excitement, she crept to the opening and looked inside. A couple of thick white candles shed a flickering light over ugly faded flower wallpaper covering three of the walls. The fourth was another floor-to-ceiling bookcase, but this one was neat as a pin, every space filled with even older looking hardcovers than what she’d seen in the main library. A leather chair with a book open over the arm, its spine sticking up like the tent she’d built with her dad before… caught her eye.

Curious, she climbed into the oversized seat and lifted the book into her lap, the pages open to a section on witchcraft.

To all who venture down this path, beware,
what is done, cannot so easily be undone.

A twist of fate,
a sprig of truth.

Whatever you find,
will change your life forever.

Jenny slammed the book closed, the hair on her nape standing on end. Was Grandma a witch?

The black cat jumped onto the arm of the chair and nudged her hand, the green eyes watchful. Familiar.

“Grandma?” Jenny squeaked.

The room swayed. The flames from the candles danced. A breeze blew a wet mist across her face and the cat yowled.

A wet mist…

“Jenny, wake up, honey.”

Groaning, she opened her eyes and peered at her mom’s worried face. “Mom?”

“You were screaming, half-near scared me to death,” her mom said, reaching in through the open back door to give her a rain-kissed hug.

Jenny’s eyes widened on the view over her mother’s shoulder. “Why are we back home?”

Mom leaned back and looked at her with emerald green cat’s eyes. “I decided you and I needed some quality time together. Rick and Grandma can wait.” She straightened , dark hair plastering to her elegant head. “Come in, honey, there’s something I want to show you.”

As Jenny slowly followed her mom into the old house, so like Grandma’s, she remembered a line from the book;

A twist of fate,
a sprig of truth.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #25 Part 3) by Gwen Plano @gmplano #IARTG #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 3)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #25.

Today I’m featuring a contribution by  Gwen Plano.

Last week I set the following Challenge:

Hello everyone and welcome to my new “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!” Each week I’ll be featuring an image and inviting you to write a Flash Fiction or Non-Fiction piece inspired by that image in any format and genre of your choosing.  Maximum word count: 750 words.

Here’s the image prompt and the contribution by Gwen Plano.

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LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
 
​Are you sure we’re on the right path?

I’m following the coordinates, Kath.

Well, it looks like the middle of nowhere.

By my calculations, we’re almost there.

Maybe the map was for something else, George.

Anything’s possible, but let’s keep going. We’re not far from the location.

The whole thing is strange, how we found the room.

Or blessed? Maybe we’ll discover a treasure.

Yeah sure. How long have we been walking?

Come on, it hasn’t been that long.

You kidding me? What time is it?

Just after midnight.

Thought so. We’ve been walking a couple of hours.

It’s just another 30 yards or so.

Says the football player. Like I know distances in yards!

Take my hand, Kath. It’s not far, I promise.

What was that?

What do ya mean?

That!! Don’t you hear it?

The owl?

Freaky, don’t you think?

Just sounds of the night. Five more yards. Come on.

Ohhh.

Now what?

Look George!  

I’ll be… No wonder the map said Love At First Sight
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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #25 Entry Part 2) by D.L.Finn @dlfinnauthor #IARTG #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Part 2)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #25.
Today I’m featuring a contribution from entry 2) By D L Finn
Last week I set the following Challenge:
Hello everyone and welcome to my new “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!” Each week I’ll be featuring an image and inviting you to write a Flash Fiction or Non-Fiction piece inspired by that image in any format and genre of your choosing.  Maximum word count: 750 words.

Here is the image prompt and D.L.Finns contribution

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This is a Haibun Poem, which is a prose paragraph and a Haiku combined.

THE BOOKCASE

The dusty-book aroma filled me with happiness. The old house was mine now, including this exquisite library. My hand brushed over some of the great classics Treasure Island, Moby Dick, Pride and Prejudice, The Great Gatsby, and Little Women. I sneezed as I continued to rescue the collection from its grimy lair. There would be hours of reading seated by a roaring fire. I breathed in gratitude, knowing all my dreams had come true. Then, I ran across a book that would not budge. A heavy tug revealed what was hidden.

The bookcase a door

A stale room with one rare book

Gutenberg Bible.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #25 Entry Part 1) by John Howell @HowellWave and Suzanne Burke @pursoot #IARTG #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Part 1)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #25
Today I’m featuring contributions from entry 1)By John Howell and Entry 2) My own contribution.
Last week I set the following Challenge:
Hello everyone and welcome to my new “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!” Each week I’ll be featuring an image and inviting you to write a Flash Fiction or Non-Fiction piece inspired by that image in any format and genre of your choosing.  Maximum word count: 750 words.

Here is the image prompt.

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Here is John Howell’s one line entry.

“So this is where he keeps his gin the old sot.”

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CATCH 22.05

“Say again?”

“Location confirmed, Catch 22.”

“Copy that. We’re four minutes out.”

A black SUV pulled up outside the residence and three men climbed out, dodged the crime scene tapes and strode into the building. Even the untrained eye could tell those entering that the old home reeked of expensive taste and enough money to indulge it. Their credentials were checked with raised eyebrows and questioning looks as they were pointed in the direction of the library on the second floor.

“Who’s in charge?”

“I’m Detective Nick O’Ryan. Who are you?”

“I’m Special agent Dan Tanner. I’m the man about to take over your crime scene, Detective.”

“On whose authority?”

Agent Tanner handed across his identification and the single page document. The detective took a good hard look and exhaled slowly. “What possible interest can this homicide be to your people?”

“This is a matter of national security. That’s all you need to know. Now regroup your men and stand down.”

The detective looked again at the paperwork, then shrugged in irritation. “I don’t have a choice.” The Washington P.D left the scene approximately ten minutes later.

Dan Tanner pulled on his latex gloves and then ran his eyes along each shelf of the bookcase, noting the leather-bound volumes of many classic pieces of literature all in Hard-Cover except for one. The paperback edition of Catch 22 lay on its side, and when moved it triggered the lock allowing access to the room. He entered slowly. The room faced the alley way, with stairs leading up to the roof. There was a desk in one corner and a bunk against the only external wall. He removed the tweezers from his pocket and lifted a blood-stained tee shirt from the floor. Blood spattered the wall above the bunk and the trail led them up the stairs to the rooftop.

The corpse lay around fifteen feet from the trapdoor. The amount of blood present indicated that the man had bled out. He’d had no time to access any assistance. His last words he’d scrawled in his own blood. “CIA”

Dan Tanner grunted and turned to his colleague. “So, is he saying that’s who did the hit? Or is he saying that’s who he worked for?’

“That’s what we’re here to find out.”

Dan Tanner rolled his eyes. “Now that could get messy.”

“That’s okay, boss. Messy is what I do best.”

The men laughed together for a moment. Dan asked, “So who called 911?”

“The housekeeper. She’d downstairs waiting in the sitting room.”

“Have the homicide boys talked to her yet?”

“They’d just begun asking questions as we arrived, there’s a lot more still to ask. You wanna handle that?”

“Yeah.”

Dan walked into the sitting room, introduced himself and showed the woman his credentials. “I know you’ve already been asked a few questions, Mrs. Adams. I’m afraid I need to clarify a few of them again.”

“Can we just get this done so I can go home?”

“How long have you worked for Michael Cavendish?”

“Six years.”

“What prompted you to report him as missing?”

“I deliver his evening meal every night at precisely seven o’clock and pick up the tray at eight. Night before last his tray was untouched and exactly where I’d left it. That’s never happened before. He didn’t touch his breakfast tray yesterday morning, or his diner last night either, so I got worried and pounded on the wall. Then I noticed the room behind the bookcase was open. I, … I went inside and I saw all that blood so I called 911.”

“Had your employer seemed different lately? Was he agitated about something?”

“I’ve never met the man. All my orders came via the telephone, and my weekly pays always waiting for me right where I leave the dinner tray.”

“So, check? Money transfer? How are you paid?”

“Always in cash. But you can check with IRS. I always pay my taxes.”

“Did your employer have any unusual visitors lately?”

“The only people who ever came to the house were delivery people. He didn’t have anyone else stop by in the six years I’ve worked here. I don’t ask questions. I just do my job, collect my pay, and don’t get too curious about anything. Those were pretty explicit instructions when I got this job.”

Dan Tanner asked a few more questions. Conferred with his colleagues and called in his findings.

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No loss of life has been reported. The building was believed to be empty at the time.

First responders have told us that the premises have been completely destroyed by the blast and the resulting fire has left only a smoking pile of rubble at the scene.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #24 Entry part 8) by Anita Dawes @jaydawes2 #IARTG #WritingPrompts #WritingComminity #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Entry PART 8) for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #24.

Today I’m featuring a contribution from entry 4) by Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie.

Last week I set the following Challenge:

Hello everyone and welcome to my new “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!” Each week I’ll be featuring an image and inviting you to write a Flash Fiction or Non-Fiction piece inspired by that image in any format and genre of your choosing.  Maximum word count: 750 words.

Here is the image prompt and the contribution.

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We humans come in various sizes
each one a discovery of delight
Eyes may well be the windows to the soul
For me, hands tell so much
Smooth, delicate, new-born
To hard calloused working hands
Like my father’s. An estate gardener,
nails black with good earth, he’d say
When my mother reminded him to clean them
Before sitting at our table
Mother’s red, from taking in neighbours washing
It could be said, pride shone from their fingers
They caress, they slap, they clap
to their favourite tune
Best of all, they hold you tight
Keep you fed, safe, warm
throughout your life
Hands speak their own language of love…

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #25 New Image Prompt! Join in the fun!#IARTG #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts @pursoot

Hello everyone and welcome to my weekly “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!”  WEEK #25 Each week I’ll be featuring an image and inviting you to write a Flash Fiction or Non-Fiction piece inspired by that image in any format and genre of your choosing.  Maximum word count: 750 words.

Please put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at My email address. by ,DEADLINE: 4pm EDT on Thursday, NOVEMBER 19th. Subject: Fiction in a Flash Challenge. If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be much appreciated.

 I’ll be sharing all entries received, and, my own contribution here AS I RECEIVE THEM.  Thanks to everyone for the amazing support.

Here is the week #25 Image Prompt.

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Photo by Stefan Steinbauer on Unsplash

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #24 entry Part 7) by Miriam Hurdle @mhurdle112 #IARTG #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 7)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #24
Today I’m featuring the contribution from Miriam Hurdle
Last week I set the following Challenge:
Hello everyone and welcome to my new “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!” Each week I’ll be featuring an image and inviting you to write a Flash Fiction or Non-Fiction piece inspired by that image in any format and genre of your choosing.  Maximum word count: 750 words.
Here is the image prompt and Miriam’s entry.

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The Odds

“Christmas is around the corner. My parents are hosting the family gathering this year. My mom is sending out invitations to all our extended family. It will be 58 people if they all could come,” Margaret said.

“How often do your parents host the Christmas party?” Darin asked.

“Once every five years. My mom has four siblings married with children. My dad has one sister. They live all over the country. My grandparents live close by.”

“Most of you aunts and uncles are from the same family. It sounds cozy.”

“My mom wants you to come.”

“Of course, I’ll come. We have a small family. Just my parents, three sets of aunts and uncle, my grandparents, and me. I should spend Christmas morning with them. I’ll come in the early afternoon. Is it okay?”

“Sure, the party will be all day long.”

“I’ll be away for a few days after Christmas.”

“Where’re you going?”

“It’s a long story. Well, I have to tell you, eventually. My parents shared something with me a year ago. My dad said he couldn’t give children to my mom. He suggested having sperm donation at a fertility clinic. My mom agreed. In fact, he went with my mom for the insemination.  My dad waited for my mom’s procedure. I felt awkward that my dad is not my dad. I mean, I don’t have his genes. It doesn’t matter now. He’s my only dad. They said that having children through using donated eggs, sperm or embryos are common alternatives for couples who have infertility problem to have their biological children.”

“Oh, thank you for telling me. I got something to tell you. But tell me more.”

“My dad suggested I had a DNA test to locate the sperm donor because it was anonymous at the time of the process. Not that he wanted me to meet him, but just didn’t want to leave it as a mystery.”

“Did you do it? What did you find out?”

“I did the DNA test. Unfortunately, I found out something shocking and wished it wasn’t true.”

“What was it?”

“The DNA pointed to a doctor who used his own sperm to help around 600 women conceived. Someone started a website calling people to do DNA test to find out if this doctor was their sperm donor. The guy of the website says these 600 people were literally half-siblings. The purpose of the identification was that people who have this doctor as the sperm donor won’t end up getting married. The risk that two of the offspring may meet unknowingly and start a family of their own, which could cause serious genetic problems in their children.”

“Oh, no.”

“What’s the problem? What’s wrong?”

“My mom told me when I turned 18, that she had me from a sperm donor. She also asked me to take a DNA test to identify the donor.”

“Oh gosh, what were the odds we met?”

“Why will you be away after Christmas?”

“Among the people responded, five of them, two men and three women, who live in the neighboring states would like to meet. After all, they are… we are half-siblings. We just want to meet and talk. Did you find out the name of the donor?”

“Yes, the last name is Vardags. He was an Oxford law student at that time, and he only made one donation. What’s the name of your donor?”

“It was Dr. Bertold Wiesner. Oh, gosh, I’m so relieved. I don’t want to call you my sister. I want you to be my wife.”

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