© James Pyles
“Hurry up, Androcles! We’re starving over here.”
“I’m coming, I’m coming. I’ve been hauling cheese over here for hours.”
The crew of mice who had taken the Lion unawares had been laboring all day. Of course, they had to wait for a number of days after its paw was impaled by the thorn-bush for the predator to pass out from exhaustion and lack of food and water.
Then they set to work.
The character “Slappy” from the Goosebumps books | found at Amazon.com
The Fifteenth Story in the Adventures of the Ambrosial Dragon: A Children’s Fantasy Series
It was a Friday and Landon was happy that the school week was over. He went into his bedroom to get rid of his backpack and saw something strange.
All of the living stuffed animals were at the foot of the bed looking suspiciously at an object resting on Landon’s pillows.
“Is that new thing your’s, Landon,” asked Baby?
“No. I mean, I’ve never seen it before.”
Actor Peter Haskell in the 1972 film “The Eyes of Charles Sand”
“You should be relieved, Brian. Your vision is perfectly normal, which frankly is pretty extraordinary for a man of your age.”
“Then what the hell is going on, Mallory? Why do I get these episodes or visions that make me feel like I’m going blind?”
Found at Dinoanimals.com
Little Danny Claiborne had raised him from a cub. Taka, the Saber Tooth, was an adolescent tiger. He went from sleeping with Danny under the covers of his bed to living in a shed next to the house.
Taka’s brother Kai, and his sister Aka, were raised by two other children, Sha Clanton and Dran McLaury. Danny, Sha, and Dran loved their sabers but as the tigers grew toward maturity, the villagers became more wary. There had been a few occasions when an unannounced visitor to one of their homes had nearly been mauled.
But to the children who were still children, the sabers were beloved pets, and the sabers had the children no reason to believe otherwise, at least until recently.
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A Martin Fields and NaCumbea Time Travel Story
Martin thought, “If we ever get out of this mess, I’m going to have to bring NaCumbea here. This must be the ultimate time tourist’s destination.”
The Temple of Karnak. Even the sacred enclosure of Amun alone could contain ten average-sized European Cathedrals.
“So here I am. Martin Fields, Time Traveler disguised as a priest. I’m so scared, I’ve left my jump suit’s stealth mode active so I shouldn’t be noticed. I’m in Egypt somewhere around 1958 BCE, although exact measurements get a little splashy when mapping them to a 21st century CE calendar.”
It was getting close to the climax of this year’s Opet Festival, the twenty-seven day period when Egyptians believed their gods and the earth required a recharge of chaotic energy from the cosmos.
Martin headed to the storage chamber where the accessories for the god Amun were kept. The most prized of the gold and silver jewelry used to adorn the god for the climatic ceremony that’s supposed to regenerate him are kept there. The key gold encrusted ruby is missing. The priests just don’t know it yet.
© majesticgoldenrose
The little boy approached the calf timidly. Grandpa thought little Teddy would enjoy visiting the farm. He’d lived in Seattle all his life and this was his first trip to Idaho. He’d be here all summer long before having to return to his Dad.
“It’s okay, boy.” Grandpa crouched down beside the child. He won’t hurt you. Go ahead and pet his nose.”
Teddy walked forward. He looked back at his Grandpa, who smiled and nodded reassuringly. Then the boy slowly reached out to the calf, which obediently let the child rub the fur above his nose. Teddy smiled for the first time in months, and then giggled.
Now maybe the healing could begin. The calf knew what it was to lose a mother, too.
Written in response to the FFfAW Challenge-Week of February 28, 2017 hosted by Priceless Joy. The challenge is to use the photo prompt above to write a piece of flash fiction between 100 and 175 words, with a word count of 150 being ideal. My story came in at exactly 125 words.
To read other stories based on the same prompt, go to InLinkz.com.
© Ted Strutz
Bill and Betty enjoyed walks along the river. Usually, it was beautiful and unremarkable, that is, until the chair. It was standing on the water as if waiting for someone.
“That’s impossible, Bill.”
“Probably not. Bet there’s a sandbar and someone in a boat put it there as a prank.”
Just then, they heard a rustling in the brushes behind them. A mediterranean looking gentleman appeared and said, “Excuse me.”
The pair moved aside and the stranger walked to the chair, sat, and waved.
“A trick.” Bill stepped into the water. Expecting to walk, his leg sank into freezing water.
Written as a response to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields 100 word photo challenge. The idea is to write a piece of flash fiction no more than 100 words long based on the photo above. My story’s word count is exactly 100.
To read other stories based on the prompt, go to InLinkz.com
© KayllistisQuill.com
“Come to the edge, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. Morons!”
Twenty-three year old Zandar let his legs dangle over the building’s ledge and took in the view of downtown Vancouver. It was magnificent. It was the main reason he let his group of stoner friends lure him up here.
But now they were gone and he was alone.
Mike, Kari, James, and Humberto had all been high on “Elation”. They thought they could fly. They couldn’t. Zandar survived because he was their designated driver.
Fire and Paramedics were just arriving to mop up the mashed, bloody corpses.
This is the second in my three-part miniseries of flash fiction tales inspired by three photos at KayllistisQuill.com. See my first submission The Prayer for more details.
This story is exactly 100 words long.
The third and final submission in this series is The Magic Boat Ride, which is a children’s tale.
Burhanpur – Image: Adventures365.in
The Moti Mahal monument in Burhanpur, India, can be found on the bank of the Pondhari River to the southeast of the village.
Ross Hunter graduated from San Francisco State University four months ago and had been wandering the Asian subcontinent ever since. With a Bachelor’s degree in Communications and a $100,000 inheritance from a recently deceased grandfather, Ross felt this was the best way to spend his time.
He especially liked ruins and this one was particularly compelling. He was visiting the palace on a day when there were no other tourists. He’d come by rented motorcycle which was a lot faster than walking and a lot safer than hitchhiking.
He wasn’t seeking anything in particular, which is why it came as such a surprise when he found something, or rather, someone.
Image: From the 2012 TV Miniseries Coma
“Why is it so hard to wake up?”
“Because I don’t want you to wake up.”
“No, I’ve got to get out of bed. I can’t be late for work.”
“You are a lot more late for work than you think.”
“How do you know? Who are you? Why can’t I open my eyes?”
“Because I’m a Dream Eater and as soon as you stop resisting, I’m going to keep on eating yours.”
“What are you talking about?”
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