March 14: Flash Fiction Challenge – Chisel #CarrotRanch

Charli’s Carrot Ranch Fiction prompt this week.

March 14, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a chisel. Use chisel as a noun or a verb. Think about what might be chiseled, who is chiseling. Be the chisel. Go where the prompt leads!

Drop Dead Gorgeous
All the ladies stopped what they were doing and stared.
Zeus sighed. He was used to it.
No matter where he went, the first sight of his chiselled features always rendered the opposite sex speechless.
His mates would often comment jealously about his ability to have any woman he wanted, falling at his feet.
But it’s not all it’s made out to be, being drop dead gorgeous.
A mute partner, who is always staring at him gormlessly, falling at the sight of him, or even dropping dead on occasion…
Not quite the kind of relationship he was looking for.

March 7: Flash Fiction Challenge – Mouse

Charli’s prompt this week:

March 7, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a mouse. It can be real, imagined, electronic or whiskered. Go where the prompt leads!

 
Mousetrap

The pain.
It sears through my body.
I know no one will find me.
They were all much more sensible, listening to Mummy. I had to be the one who had to go and look.
Curiosity killed the cat. That’s the saying. Not the mouse, the cat.
But it was just so tempting.
I could smell it.
That whiff of cheesiness.
I knew it was out there somewhere.
And I found it too.
Sat there, right in front of me, was a huge chunk of the best cheddar.
How was I to know it was on a state-of-the-art mousetrap?

 Ritu 2019

February 28: Flash Fiction Challenge – Backup

Charli’s prompt this week…

February 28 Flash Fiction Challenge

February 28, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story using the term backup. You can back up or have a backup, just go where the prompt leads!

Back Up Required

“Back up! I request you all to back up. You are blocking the exit.”
Pete tried, in vain, to clear a path through the door.
It was always the same, when these guys visited.
He needed to get the band to their car, but it was proving to be impossible.
Just as he thought he’d made some headway, a huge scream erupted, and the crowd  of teeny boppers surged forward, knocking him to the ground.
Typical. The boys had turned up at the entrance, with their dazzling smiles, unaware that their security was buried, and requiring back up himself.

Ritu 2019

February 14: Flash Fiction Challenge – Valentines

Charli’s Carrot Ranch prompt this week:

February 14, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about valentines. It can be Valentine’s Day, the exchange, love for another, romance, or friendship. Have a heart and go where the prompt leads!

 Valentine’s Day


For her, every day was Valentine’s day.
No, seriously, it wasn’t all about the mushy hearts and flowers rubbish that the rest of the world immersed themselves with on February 14th.
Valentine was a very demanding man.
He expected to be waited on hand and foot constantly, by his wife.
Sheila was forever in the kitchen, cooking up delights, or serving drinks, laundering clothes, physical needs: basically anything that he demanded, she fulfilled.
But this year he was in for a surprise.
This Valentines day, Sheila was walking out of that house, and reclaiming her life finally.
Self care.

Ritu 2019

February 7: Flash Fiction Challenge – Signs

It’s time to get back into Charli’s 99-word flash fiction challenge!

February 7, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a sign. It can be a posted sign, a universal sign, a wonder. Go where the prompt leads.

Here goes.

Why Did I Get Up?

Why Did I Get Up?
Nina dragged herself to sitting position. Why did the alarm have to go off?
She swung her feet out of bed and one landed on a squidgy mess.
Great.
The cat had been eating silly things, and deposited his sick at her bedside.
The shower was no better. Her flatmate had used up all the hot water.
Even her morning coffee was blighted with the fact there was no milk left.
After three hours of sitting on a bus, trying to reach her workplace, Nina gave up.
All signs that she should just have stayed in bed this morning.
 

Ritu Bhathal 2019

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