Written for MFtS. Make sure you read other stories too. Photo prompt is on the bottom of the page.
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I see absolutely everything.
The rage in his eyes.
The bullets fired from his gun.
Blood splashing from my chest.
His brain littered on the floor.
I see absolutely everything.
Seconds. Minutes.Hours.
The moment we kissed.
The moment we first made love.
The moment he went down on his knees.
I see absolutely everything.
Days. Months. Years.
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Yay! We have a photo that I took for this week’s Friday Fictioneers! I’m excited to read the submissions based on this prompt. Here is my short story. Huge thanks to everyone for reading and commenting.
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Helpless, I watched tears roll down her cheeks like raindrops sliding off the tip of a trembling leaf.
I wished life had an undo button.
“Long time ago, I read Hemingsway’s shortest story. For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” She paused briefly and continued –
“Today, I understand how it feels!”
The steamy mug sat on the table and listened quietly.
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I have no words to describe how I feel. I have my roots in Nepal, and I sit here completely heartbroken as i write this small piece for this weeks friday fictioneers. I pray for the departed souls, and hope that the people there stay strong and united in this difficult time.
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It woke up equally powerful like it’d 84 years earlier.
People ran towards the station hall and the open space around it. The sky turned grey; the ground shook violently. Their homes and their ancient history collapsed and flew as dust.
It’d come without any warning.
They screamed as they ran for their lives. There was nothing but panic and cries. Some tried to jump to safety from tall buildings, only to be buried underneath it.
It hit them with a magnitude of 7.9, and went underground with many of their loved ones.
Then, the sun shone upon their loss.
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For this round of Mondays Finish the Story, I submit a 147-word story. This story was partly inspired by the photo prompt (which is at the end of this post), and partly by the love of my life. I’d like to fully dedicate this story to the love of my life! And yes, the parts with Èze village was from our recent trip to Nice 🙂 Hope you will all enjoy reading it.
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“Once upon a time in a land far, far away…”
Marco penned his first sentence, and read it loud.
“Who am I kidding? This ain’t a fairytale.” – He muttered and tore the page out.
His first novella had everyone guessing if that reflected real story blended with bits of fiction. Sitting on the hilltop of Èze village, he’d started writing the second one.
I vividly remember the paint dripping from the brushes. In her messy hair and paint stained creamy white translucent dress, she shone as the most magnificent piece of living art.
He paused and closed his eyes. The calm Mediterranean air brought her whisper in waves.
“I’ll paint the love that has reborn from the ashes, and mastered the alchemy of turning shits into golden shells…”
Marco reached to his pocket and dialed her.
“Baby, I found the story.”
“Yeah?”
“It’s in your painting. Our sweet love.”
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This is my contribution for this week’s Friday Fiction. I’m not that quite satisfied with what I managed to put together, but I wanted to put it out there anyway! I might change things around a little (any suggestions?). Thanks for reading and commenting.
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“I see the end already…”
A soft kiss prevented him from completing the sentence. They had moved to this place – sheltered deep in the woods – to escape the media.
“You’re your worst enemy!” She declared, tossing a stone into the water.
“You humans!” grabbing a rake, he expressed his disgust. He had finally decided to clean the fortress and the mossy stone walls. She acted hurt from his remark.
“Sorry. I’m optimistic, but sometimes I fear the future!” He quickly apologized.
The foggy morning was turning into a beautiful day.
And the alien baby was gently kicking her belly.
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Came across Mondays Finish the Story by chance, and the starting sentence attracted my attention! Here is a quickly composed post. Bear with me if it doesn’t live up to the expectation of this flash fiction category! The photo prompt is at the bottom of the post.
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A body suddenly crashed through a plate glass window at the Brigadier’s house.
And at that very instant, time stood still for the old General.
Her brown hair that once flowed in waves to decorate her straight nose, full lips and rosy cheeks, had turned grey. Her jovial amber blue eyes were, just like the first day, framed in softly arched eyebrows.
“They want me to take you down!”
The old General smiled. The love in his eyes itched her.
“Please, in your arms.” He begged.
He had dedicated his whole life to one woman. At last, she finally held him in her arms.
The sound of gunshot barely escaped the room.
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Written for another round of Friday Fictioneers fiction. Many of the contributions for this week were quite sad in nature, so i dared to differ. Hope it will be a pleasant experience reading it. 🙂
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The walk uphill rendered them nearly breathless. Breathing in lungful of air, he declared – “3.23 km in 47 minutes!”
“Look how happy our home stands when viewed from here.” The lump in her throat was slowly appearing in her eyes as she pointed to their home from the top of the hill.
His frail body had taken the last chemotherapy session this morning. He knew what her statement implied.
Holding her hand and swiftly brushing it with his thumb he said – “Doc says cancer’s gone!”
Words appeared and disappeared in silence.
From the distance, two silhouettes appeared to slowly merge into one.
©Santoshwriter
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This is my contribution for Friday Fictioneers. Read this and it will make complete sense 🙂
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A set meal for two at 8 pm.
Connor had finally found the courage. When the Saturday finally arrived, just 13 hours after she picked up her set meal, Connor kept checking time every five minutes. Seconds felt like hours for him today. Continue reading
This is my contribution to Velvet Verbosity 100words writing challenge. The word prompt for this week is “whistling“, and this is what I have put together in exactly 100 words. I hope you good people out there have time to read and comment.
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Words.
It’s a lovely evening in the fall. We’re walking down the allée. A slight nip hangs in the air.
“I love you.” I feel the words.
Lyrics.
Her light brown hair flows in waves to decorate her straight nose, her full lips and rosy cheeks. Her dazzling eyes speak – “I love you, too.”
Continue reading
Tears of happiness.
The moment when he went down on his knees holding a perfectly cut diamond ring in his hand, and asking me to marry him with the full moon and star filled sky as our witness. The leaves were swaying to the gentle cool, crisp air giving us the much needed music.
Tears of sadness.
Today at this moment I lift the same finger that still houses the perfectly cut diamond ring to dry my tears with the old Dr. Ess as my witness. The music courtesy of the occasional siren of ambulances, and footsteps of people running in the hallway. Continue reading
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