‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #28 Entry 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 #28.

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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This image brought me back to my youth. My dad would take my sibs and me for rides over the dunes. Sometimes we ventured into the bombing range, where there were signs similar to the prompt. Most said, “Do Not Enter.” Dad was a very law-abiding man, but occasionally, he’d bend the rules for buggy riding.

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THE LAST RIDE

​James, you saw the sign. We can’t do this.

Says who?

The authorities! You know what the sign means.

Yeah, but I don’t see any aircraft, do you?

No, but they could arrive at any moment.

And what of it? If we spot one, I’ll turn back.

You still broke the law.

It says road closed. It doesn’t say anything about goin’ off-road.

Well, the meaning is clear.

Ah, come on, Lauretta. I just want one more ride!

You’re not a kid anymore, James.

Yeah, one of the reasons I need to do this.

Wait, I hear one. Maybe two.

The bombers? I don’t hear em.

James! Listen!

Okay, I hear em. I won’t go near the target.

That’s not good enough! The new pilots are practicing!

Just a little further. One more hill. I need to see it.

You’re a stubborn old mule, James.

Let me turn the buggy around. There! Take a gander, Lauretta. Ain’t she beautiful?

Oh my … a patchwork of fields. You’re right, the valley is beautiful.

Nothin’ quite like it. I just needed one more look before it’s time.

You’ll have many more years, James.

Doctor says otherwise and you know it.

Oh my gosh, that was a close one! Let’s get out of this bombing range.

Well, my love, buckle your seat belt. We’re gonna fly over these hills! 

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge Week #21 Entry Part 5) By Karen Ingalls @KIngallsAuthor #IARTG #WritingCommunity #FlashFiction #WritingPrompts

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Part 5)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #21.
Today I’m featuring a contribution from Entry 5) By Karen Ingalls
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. Together with Karen’s fun take.

House, Mystical, Villa, Secret, Fantasy

THE WOLVES HOWELLED ONE NIGHT

WHILE THE PSIKEICS WERE EATON

IN PLANO SITE WITHOUT

KARENG OR JOANING OTHERS

THE AUTHORS AWOKE,

FROM THEIR NIGHT’S SNOOOZ WITH CLAIR MINDS

FINNALLY READY

TO JUMP WRITER’S BLOCK HURDLE.

THE GHOSTS OF AUTHORS

FILLED THE HALLS WITH HARMONY

ENLIGHTENING THEIR MINDS

TO BIGGAR AND BETTER WORKS.

PHOTO PROMPTS INSPIRED

EACH AUTHOR TO WRITE A POEM,

STORY, SHORT OR LONG,

THANKS TO THEIR LEADER, SOOOZ BURKE.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #17 Part 3) A #Haibun by D.L.Finn @dlfinnauthor #iartg #asmsg #writingCommunity #writingprompts

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 3)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #17.

Today I’m featuring a contribution from 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.

This Haibun Contributed By D.L.Finn

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THE MESSAGE

The fog penetrated my skin, adding heaviness to my existence. The furious waves crashing against the shore fueled my anger. The salty air was bitter in my lungs, making each breath a battle. Alone, I pushed through the frigid sands, going nowhere, until I couldn’t take another step. I sat down on a flat rock and waited for the pain to end. This went on ceaselessly until I caught a glimmer in the haze. A bottle had washed ashore at my feet.

Foggy depression

A healing message offered

Remember, you’re loved.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #17 Entry Part 1) by John Howell @HowellWave and Suzanne Burke @pursoot #IARTG #ASMSG #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Part 1)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #17.
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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Entry 1) This one-line contribution by John Howell.

“Just ignore it, Karen. Looks like junk mail to me.”

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Entry 2) My Own Contribution.

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Secrets

by

Suzanne Burke

Carmel arrived at the beach house just before dawn. The long flight had taken its toll. But her husband Derek would be joining her in a few hours, and she knew that he would insist they do their traditional walk on the beach followed by a hearty breakfast before resting. She had much to prepare before then. She opened up the house and allowed the fresh sea air into the rooms.

He gave her a perfunctory kiss on the cheek when he arrived, murmured something disparaging about flight attendants, and they headed outside onto the black sand. They walked in silence for a while. Derek spoke but Carmel was distracted, “Sorry, did you say something, darling?”

“What are you thinking about?”

“I was just trying to recall how many years we’ve been coming here now. It’s close to twenty I think?”

“I guess so. I never really think about it.”

Carmel’s iPhone rang and Derek caste her an annoyed frown. “Can’t you ever turn that damned thing off? We’re on vacation for God’s sake!”

“I’ll take this, then no more calls I promise.”

He shrugged, “Yeah, whatever.” He turned away.

Carmel took the call. She then focused her attention back on her husband. She made a show of switching off her cell. “There. All organized.”

He gave a grunt and they walked a little further. Derek stopped, “What the hell?” He hurried down a few feet to the shoreline and picked up the bottle that lay there, “There’s a message in this thing!”

“Probably just some kids getting their boredom reliever for today. Just wait a second while I get this on video, so we can laugh about it later.”

Carmel began filming. Derek took a brief look at the bottle and attempted to pry the cork loose with his fingers, then gave pulling it out with his teeth a try. It made a satisfactory pop, and he eased out the rolled paper inside it.

Carmel prompted him from behind the recorder, “So, what does it say? Read it out loud!”

Derek’s face rapidly drained of color as he read the typed message.

“Go ahead, darling. Read it!

He looked at his wife and took a step backward as he noted the weapon she now held in her hand. She aimed the Glock at his head, “I said read it out loud!”

The man’s voice shook, “Jesus, Carmel what the hell are you doing?”

She walked across and placed the gun under his quivering chin, “I said, read!”

He put his free hand up in defense. “Okay! Okay! It says …” He cleared his dry throat, “It says … ‘Did you really think your affair with Monica was a secret?’”

The woman shoved the camera in his face … “Well, did you? You damned fool. I’m head of a crime scene investigation team!  You honestly think I’d miss anything so utterly obvious?”

Derek made placating noises. “It means nothing! Just sex, that’s all it is. You know I love you.”

“Love? You don’t know the meaning of the word. I mean it should really have meant something special to you. At the very least Monica should be the one true love of your life. You’re pathetic.”

“What the hell are you planning? You’ll never get away with it, Carmel!”

“Oh, my sweet. I’ve already gotten away with it.” She smiled and continued, “Tell me, how are you feeling?”

The man looked surprised by the question, “What?”

Carmel looked at her watch. “In another minute or so you’ll start feeling sick to your stomach. Closely followed by cramps and muscle spasms as your nervous system shuts down. You are such a creature of habit, Derek. I’ve spent twenty years watching you reopen previously uncorked bottles with your teeth. That cork was heavily laced with poison, as is the paper the message is written on. It absorbs rapidly into the bloodstream. My contacts tell me death will be extremely painful. They are so good at what they do.”

“NO! Carmel, please? I’m sorry! … You have to stop this from happening!”

“How sad. It will appear that you went swimming alone in the shark infested waters. A tragic mistake. So very fitting I think.”

“Please? I beg of you, no!”

“The process can’t be reversed.” She looked beyond his shoulder, “Ah, here’s Monica now.  Right on time. You walked right into our little honey-trap, Derek. Predictable as always. The boat will arrive to take you out for your final swim shortly.”

The last sound Derek ever heard was their laughter.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #17 NEW Image Prompt. Join in the fun! @pursoot #IARTG #ASMSG #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and welcome to my weekly “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!”  WEEK #17.  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, SEPTEMBER, 17th . 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.

UPDATE: The response to the prompts has been just wonderful. As a result, I’ll be sharing all entries received, and, my own contribution here AS I RECEIVE THEM. Rather than posting all of them only over a few days.  Thanks to everyone for the amazing support.

Here is the week #17 Image Prompt.

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Image by Antonios Ntoumas from Pixabay

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #16 Entry Part 8) By Jacquie Biggar @JacqBiggar #IARTG #ASMSG #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 8) of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #16.

Today I’m featuring a contribution 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’s the image prompt and Jacquie’s Contribution.

The Land of The Free

The Land Of The Free

The full moon rode a crest of diaphanous clouds in the midnight sky, turning the snow into a diamond-encrusted field stretching as far as Luna could see. A soft wind ruffled her fur and sighed through the pines, increasing her loneliness.

It had been two weeks since she’d plunged into the freezing cold river. By the time she managed to slow her headlong journey through the angry waves, she’d been miles from her family. Crawling up the bank, Luna took refuge under a fallen tree and shivered until sleep took her under.

Three frosty days later, hunger drove her from the makeshift shelter. Stiff and aching muscles protested, but she shook, sending ice projectiles flying in all directions, and hobbled into the forest. A wounded rabbit provided the nourishment she needed and strength coursed through her veins.

Now to find her way home.

Instinct sent her feet flying upriver, back toward the snow-capped peaks of the Mackenzie Mountains. Wawatay followed her nighttime journey, the spirits dancing their way into the next world, the blue and green streaks lighting her way.

A shot rang out, kicking up the powdery snow near Luna’s tail. She yelped, and dodged to the right. What was tha… Bang. The echo resounded off the trees, knocking snow from the branches. Her pulse leaping in fear, she took flight, running full out away from the horrible noise. She ran, and ran, until her breath sawed in and out of her mouth, and still she ran.

Dawn was breaking the night sky apart by the time Luna slowed to a stop, tail tucked between her legs. Hopeless, she lifted her head and howled at the gods for leaving her out here all alone. A moment later, an answering call traveled on the wind.

Could it be?

Afraid to hope, Luna watched and waited until a pack of wolves loped into view. The big male in the lead had a distinctive coat of black fur with a silver streak down the back- her father.

Luna took off at a mad dash, yipping with joy. Her family surrounded her, licking and nipping their love and affection. Somehow, some way, she’d defied the odds and found her way home here in the land of the free.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #16 Entry Part 7) by Miriam Hurdle @mhurdle112 #IARTG #ASMSG #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 7)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #16.

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.

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Full Moon

“Did you sleep okay last night, Son?”

“I did, Dad. Why?”

“You tossed and turned a little. The temperature dropped. I put my jacket on your sleeping bag and you stayed still. I went to sleep after that. I thought if you woke up, it would wake me up, so I didn’t worry about that. If your mom came, she would be up all night to watch you.”

“I know, Dad. Mom worries about me. She wouldn’t let me climb rocks by myself. I know she loves me. You let me do things.”

“Well, I know what you can do, but I also want you to try new things. I always watch out in case you need help.”

“I like this new pop-up tent. It’s easier to set up.”

“Yes, but I still needed your help. I couldn’t do it all by myself.”

“I like to help, Dad.”

“You always do, since you were two years old. We have a good time doing things together.”

“I had never seen a huge full moon like the one last night. I felt like I could touch it.”

“Yes, the clear sky gave us a better view of the moon.”

“Did you hear the wolves howling?”

“I did. The howling seemed to come from many directions. Do you think they howled at the full moon?”

“No, silly Dad. Why would they do that?”

“Isn’t it what we see in some wolf pictures?”

“Yeah… But my teacher said that’s the way they talk to each other. Sometimes they tell other wolves of where they are.”

“Good job, Son. You understand howling of the wolves. What else did the teacher say?”

“He said the wolves stay together as a family, like mom and dad and kids and aunts and uncles.”

“Is there a name for the wolf family?”

“It’s called a Pack, Dad. I thought you knew.”

“I just wanted to hear what the teacher told you. Okay, we’ll do a little hiking this morning.”

“Oh good, I was hoping to do that. Where are we going?”

“Do you remember where the howling came from last night?”

“I wasn’t sure.”

“That was from where we found Wolfy. When mama wolf got shot by the hunters, she escaped, but Wolfy was hiding in the brush. The hunters didn’t see him and went away. We waited for several hours, but mama wolf didn’t return. I think she got hurt terribly. We took Wolfy home to feed him. It has been a month. I think mama wolf should be healed by now. We’ll let Wolfy go back to his mom.”

“Wolfy and Zody got along so well. I wish we could keep Wolfy.”

“Cubs look like puppies, but they aren’t dogs. Alright, let’s uncover the cage and wait here. Wolfy may call his mom.”

“Okay, Dad. Will the wolves hurt us?”

“No, they won’t attack us unless we threaten them.”

“Wolfy is weaning. He is calling his mama.”

“Okay, I hear the barking, can you?”

“Yes, it’s across the field behind the trees.”

“They are moving out to the open. One wolf moved to the front but was standing there barking.”

“Oh, Wolfy is howling louder.”

“I think he recognizes mama’s voice. Okay, bring him out of the cage and put him on the floor carefully facing the trees.”

“Wolfy, goodbye. I’ll miss you.”

“I see the wolves are looking this way. Okay, let Wolfy go.”

“Okay, Dad… Now Wolfy, go to your mommy.”

“Oh good, he is running toward them. We’ll wait until they’re gone before we hike back to the campsite.”

“Thanks, Dad, for letting me come along to say goodbye to Wolfy.”

“You’re welcome, Son. I’m glad you are here to help.”

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #16 Entry Part 2) by Paula Light @lightm0tifs #IARTG #ASMSG #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Part 2)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #16.

Today I’m featuring contributions from Paula Light @

This is the 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.

 

I was a loyal friend,

Yet you betrayed me again.

You make a habit of lying,

While I wait out here crying.

What’s your excuse this time?

Cuz I’ve got your number,

Don’t just hand me a line–

And I ain’t gettin’ younger.

I hear laughter from your room;

Are you on that damn Zoom?

My food bowl is empty…

Don’t you forget about me!

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