Horse talk: Sunday Photo Fiction


133 12 December 6th 2015

“Hey Lily girl, why are you so sad? You look exhausted.” Molly-horse was amazed by the look on Lily-horse’s face.

Molly loved to talk a lot. She always had the idea that, letting yourself heard was better than to keep quiet.

She kept on galloping around telling the world about the adventures they had. Yesterday was a day of outings. Visitors took Lily, Molly and two pack horses for a day’s tramping. When they returned home late afternoon Lily could hardly stand. Her rider had pushed her up and down the most difficult paths. She could never stop to rest or drink a bit.

“I hate those people who can’t use the path to reach the top of the hill. Why do I always get the most active riders? I’m getting too old for all this galloping.” Lily felt like passing out. She could not stand the way Molly fussed about nothing.

Lily fell over and  passed away.

Magic mirror : Picture it and Write


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Look at me! I am  thin and well eaten. It is impossible to look like that in the mirror.

Still full and round without a scratch. There has to be something wrong!

I heard Ruth talking about a magic mirror. It can’t be. Ruth had been nibbling on me at least for an hour before putting me down in front of this mirror.

When I look at myself I am still in tact. I felt her biting, heard her chew and swallow, still I am whole! Impossible! Scary, now someone else can also bite and chew on me!

Dream on baby, I am going to turn myself brown so nobody would like me.

Wishful thinking! I still look uneaten in the mirror!

123 words

Miners Hill: Monday Finish the Story – May 25th, 2015


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© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

The story begins:

“The only residents remaining in the small town of Miners Hill are spirits.”

That was the message Jake got from his good work mate Stef.

“Why did it happen? Why Miners Hill? There are so many hills where the spirits could roam free!” Jake was thinking.

He was staring at the once active and friendly little town. The miners had so much joy and fun here. They were a happy bunch until this big ugly company took everything over. They were not good enough to work for the company. All were fired on the spot. No back pay, no compensation. All just kicked out. The company’s fancy soft workers could not handle the pressure. They were all killed when the mine exploded. Now only their spirits are calling to be released!

“Never am I going to let them out!” Jake thought.

Anchor it! Sunday Photo Fiction – May 24, 2015


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A pair of Anchors

Anchor It!

Twenty years after the disaster Captain Jones, now eighty years of age, stood with tears in his eyes when he unwrapped the anchors of his ship.

The anchors that saved everybody’s lives. If it had not been for these anchors the ship would have crushed on the rocks and nobody would have survived.

That dark night, Jones got the oman that something was going to happen. He got up and went to the upper deck and steering cabin. He could hear, by the way the waves were breaking, that the ship was in trouble. On the instruments he saw  they were near the shoreline. Huge boulders and rocks sticking out. Jones could not see them but he knew they were dangerous. He let down the anchors,  pulled the siren to evacuate.

The anchors balanced the ship till all were in the lifeboats. The ship broke in half and sank.

151 words

Dreams: FFfAW Week of May 20, 2015


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No 14

Dreams

The Three girls, Victoria, Ally and Celia, were on their tummies, on the lawn sharing their fantasies about the lonely Gazebo.

“Celia, what do you think about this lovely Gazebo? I think  it could tell many romantic tales.” Victoria looked with sparkling eyes at the Gazebo.

“ Yes, maybe. I heard some sad stories about couples who used it to get married.”Celia reminisced. “And…..?” Victoria asked, with stars in her eyes.

Ally the youngest of the three girls, argued that she thought it is a happy place. She would love to meet a handsome boy, one evening while the moon is shining and the stars are bright as diamonds. So special and romantic.

“No, you are way too romantic, I don’t like boys!” came the answer from Celia the tomboy.

“Well, you two girls, I don’t care what you think or say, tonight I am meeting Tom at 9 pm here ! How romantic is that?”

154 words

New life : Monday finish the story – May 18, 2015


© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Finish the story begins with:  “The crew of the Angel Flame received orders to head out.”

Jack had to hurry up to board the submarine. They were on their way!

Two days ago Jack had a phone call from Anne informing him that she could not marry him. No explanation, nothing. He felt helpless and sad. It felt as if the whole world had given way under him.

He thought of taking his own life but first went to the pub. At that moment captain Todd was recruiting sailors.  Two  of his old hands had the flu. Jack explained to Todd that he could navigate a ship. Deal done!

Jack had to take Spock to the kennels. He arranged that his sister would pick Spock up and look after him. Jack quickly threw some underwear, t-shirts and shorts in a plastic bag and off he went.

To hell with Anne!

147 words

Mondays Finish the Story

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Monday Finish the Story May 11th- 17th, 2015


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Mondays Finish the Story

This challenge runs from Monday to Sunday! Get creative and have fun finishing the story!

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Finish the story begins with: 

“Arriving at the beach, she reflected on her life.”

“ Must I decline or accept the offers? Both are important to me!”

Standing, overlooking the bay, Anne thought back. It made her feel happy but also sad.

Two years ago she nearly ended her life. Jack and Spock saved her, not only from drowning but from herself also. She loved Jack dearly and he her too. Anne went back to freelance modelling last month.

Jack asked her to marry him last night. The day before the modelling agency asked her to come back full time.

“I have to decide what is more important!” she thought. “Working full time will occupy my whole life. Marrying Jack won’t leave me with much time for modelling.”

She took a deep breath:

“I am going to decline both. I am still married to the owner of the agency. Both are impossible situations.”

150 words.

Another duck tale… FFfAW week of 05-13-2015


Welcome !

13th

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 5-13-2015

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Duck’s eye of few:

The river is full after days of heavy rain. The duck family escaped the flood at the moment. They are looking for a way out.

Suzy duck, told this family to come and live with them in a quiet pond.. As always, it is better to be with the familiar than moving to an unknown place. Now it is too late. They don’t know in which direction to go. The  flood was on top of them before they could reach safety. They are stranded in an unknown place. What must they do? Start flying or stay here on the path?

Hunter’s eye of view:

Lucky me! Now I can show my friends what I can do with a shotgun. Take aim, pull the trigger! Bhawa!

Off they are! All of them!

Lucky for the ducks this time, not for the hunter.

Upside down world. Picture it and write


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“What is going on? Why am I not feeling anything? It feels as if I am in a vacuum!”

Katherine slowly opened her eyes. Quickly she shut them again.

“Oh, my head!” The sharp light made her shut her eyes for some time. Then she tried again, opening only one eye. “What is going on with me?” she asked herself again.

“Everything looks just so evasive, but wait!” Concentrating, looking through a little slit of her eye she saw something  unbelievable.

“Wow, that’s beautiful and so clear and bright. It looks as if I am looking at the world through a peephole.” She was so tired, she had to lie still with closed eyes again.

She tried the other eye and saw the same scene.

“Am I hallucinating? Why is everything upside down?  The clouds and sun can’t be under the voilage !”

Katherine passed out again.

The emergency team and police found her, unconscious, between the tall grass and vegetation. She could hear people talking to her. She wanted to ask them why she felt like this. She could not open her eyes again and she drifted off into the surrounding blackness.

“Katherine, Kathy can you hear me?” Katherine recognized the familiar voice of her best friend.

“Everything is okay, Kathy, you are save now. The police caught the people who did this to you.”  Katherine sank into a deep dreamless sleep, away from all the hurt.

239 words.

Under the rainbow : Sunday Photo Fiction


Every Sunday a new photo is added as a prompt to see what kind of a story the image inspires in you. You should make your story / poem etc around 200 words, but don’t worry, you won’t be sent to clean Glastonbury or dunked in ice cold water if you go over the count. The main thing is to enjoy what you write and write what you enjoy.

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104 05 May 10th 2015

Grandpa Sam was standing outside watching the rain passing by. A full rainbow appeared in the dark sky. He was blown away by the beauty of it.

“Sammy and Vicky! Come and have a look!” Sam summoned the two children.

Excited they joined him.

“Wow, look at that colourful rainbow,” they shrieked.

“ We have to get into the car and see if we can find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.” Grams said.

“Really grandpa! Gold for real?” the children yelled.

“Yes, and did you know that if you pass under the rainbow, boys turn to girls and girls turn to boys?”

“No, that is not true! Are you sure Gramps?”

“Yes for sure, let’s jump in the car, pick up the gold and turn you two around!”

“No, never. I don’t want to be a boy.” Vicky’s lip started trembling.