Prompt

Big Trouble — FFfAW 169

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Title: Big Trouble
Source: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – Week of 06-12 through 06-18-2018
Word count: 160 words

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Big Trouble

Mia scrunched her nose and glanced over at Liam the troublemaker.

Every few weeks mother brought them here and told Mia to watch Liam. They would get ice cream when she returned.

Mia reminded Liam about the ice cream often, but sometimes it didn’t matter. One time she chased him around the bench. Another time he raced along the sidewalk turning to stick his tongue out at her. Each time she wrestled him back to the bench.

Today Liam sat still. Mia’s sigh of relief was Liam’s cue to wiggle and squirm his way toward the edge of the bench. She flung her arms around him as he struggled to escape.

Mia heard laughter and mother’s voice.

“You two are so cute.”

Mia let go and Liam jumped to his feet, raced towards the fountain and a second later he was knee deep in the water.

“Oh Liam, this baby better be like your sister.” Mother sighed waddling after him.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Final Exam — Three Line Tales, Week 124

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From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
You can find the original prompt here. Thank you, Sonya.

photo by Luis Alfonso Orellana via Unsplash

Final Exam

Edric was sure she was lost, but when she scrutinized her master’s directions for the umpteenth time everything checked out.

She shook her head sending her fiery red curls bouncing before she took a deep breath and continuing along the dark, intimidating street.

Making the last turn, the sight of two doors turned her blood to ice, and she knew her final training had begun.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Never Again – FFfPP 2018 Week 23

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Title: Never Again
Source: FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2018 WEEK #23
Word count: 200 words

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Neil stood in total darkness, surrounded by strangers. The crowd swayed with the drumbeat; it pulsed through his chest and radiated out to his extremities.  Heat competed with contrasting aromas emanating from the throng. It assaulted his senses leaving him overwhelmed.

A brilliant flash of light accompanied the crash of a cymbal before the venue plunged into shadows again. The glare echoed across his vision and Neil blinked. He no sooner regained his bearings in the gloom than the cymbal clashed, and the accompanying light blinded him once again. The intervals between the blasts shortened until it synchronized with the drumbeat.

The sight of the band emerging on stage pushed a deafening roar from the crowd overpowering the beat of the drum and the clash of the cymbal. Neil clapped his hands over his ears and turned searching for a way out.  He bounced against people fighting his way towards the green light and the door beneath it. Neil crashed through as music rushing from the stage propelled him forward. The door shuttered shut; he gasped and sputtered, falling to the floor in a heap.

Later in the safety of his car he deleted the band’s music from his phone.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Decision Time — 3 Line Tales

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From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
You can find the original prompt here. Thank you, Sonya.

photo by Marc-Olivier Jodoin via Unsplash

Decision Time

Everything Evan knew lay a breath behind him.

Untold adventures, limitless possibilities, and trials he could not even imagine faced him.

What happened next would depend on whether he had the courage to step into the portal.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Run Away – 100WW

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Title: Run Away
Source: 100 Word Wednesday: Week 74
Word count: 100 words

Image by Bikurgurl

Robbie struggled to walk down the sidewalk with his bag. Flung over his shoulder, he managed a half a dozen steps before it plummeted to the ground, nearly toppling him.

Robbie sighed, the sidewalk went on forever. Running away from home was harder than he imagined. Three houses from home, he was tired and hungry.

“That you Robbie?”

Mrs. Baxter stood on her front porch.

“I made cookies. You interested in being my taste tester?”

The three-year-old nodded, almost sobbing. He didn’t see Mrs. Baxter give his mom the thumbs up as he headed towards his rescuer.

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Jo Hawk The Writer