Kick-Ass Kreators Create – Part 3

As you may, or may not, know, I set up an online accountability group on Facebook.

Have you joined? Click here!

The intention is to give a little motivation each day and have opportunities to share our ups and downs with each other.

A suggestion was made that we could do something like a collective creation within the group, and so Just One Line was born!

The third challenge went out on Friday, and here is the little story that came out of it!

Upon getting closer to the house, Sarah realised it wasn’t the warm glow of the lights, but flames licking through her home.

She smiled and relaxed; at last Derek had started decorating the living room with Dulux’s vibrant ‘post-apocalypse’ emulsion that promised ‘Armageddon from your armchair’

It had been a mistake to help out her friend’s daughter with her new online interior design business; now the taupe walls had to go.

Standing back and looking at the first coat she decided to reserve judgement until later.

 On reflection, she realised none of it was important as the house was engulfed in flames, where was her mobile

Derek sat on the lawn in the front garden, head in hands, “I only wanted a quick smoke; It’s not my fault the lighter fell into the turps…”

The fire engine arrived …too late.

Too late even to stop the flames spreading to neighbouring houses.

It was a total nightmare, like something out of a disaster movie.

Was this real or a dream?

The look on the fire chief’s face said it was real.

Frozen, she looked at the firestorm developing around her.

Derek sheepishly appeared before her, “I’m sorry dear, I know it was your mother’s house…”

Well, actually dear she had secretly left it in the will to you!

A sneer touched her lips air blew from her nostrils while slowly nodding her head.

That’d teach him, having that eyesore to deal with.

“Now see if I care, Mother” with fists clenched she shook them towards the sky and roared.

Don’t think that your affair with my husband passed me by!!

Dumbfounded, Derek slumped to the lawn and trembled.

OMG, he thought she knew all that time she bloody knew.

So many thoughts raced through his mind and he looked for a place to escape.

With no place to escape obvious, he begged for forgiveness, pleaded on bended knee

She hesitated, so many memories flooding her mind, should she accept his apology?

No! How could she? He was not to be trusted.

Another fun set of entries to the story prompt! Thank you all!

If you want to be a part of it all, make sure you join, then you can add your own slants to the Just One Line story of the week!

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.
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

December 13: Flash Fiction Challenge – Cora Kingston

Charli’s prompt this week:

December 13, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about Cora Kingston. You can answer any of the questions history obscures or completely make up a Cora Kingston story. Go where the prompt (and the name) leads you.

Cora’s Love

Cora wept as she carefully reread the card in one of her hands.
Tears blurred her vision but the words were etched on her eyeballs.
“You are cordially invited to the union John Yendow and Cora Kingston…”
The proofs of their wedding invitations had arrived earlier that week,
but so caught up was she in her grief, she hadn’t looked at the mail.
Instead of stepping into the church as a blushing bride-to-be,
she had entered it to bid farewell to her one true love.
In the other had she held today’s order of service.
“In loving memory of…”

December 6: Flash Fiction Challenge #CarrotRanch – Graffiti

Charli’s prompt this week:

December 6, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about graffiti. It can be an artist, art or the medium itself. Get out your can of spray paint and go where the prompt leads you.

Pure Art

Stepping back, he looked up to admire his work.
He inhaled the spray paint, fresh on the wall.
A huge mural filled with colour.
It had taken him the best part of six hours, what with dodging
oncoming traffic.
His tag proudly displayed at the bottom.
Sure, the wall wasn’t his property, and there was a slight chance that
if he got caught, he’d end up at the police station again…
He pulled his hat down firmly and wrapped his scarf over his mouth,
rendering himself unrecognisable.
Some might call it graffiti, but to him, it was pure art.

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