The omen: FFfAW – week 11-17-2015


 

“I can’t go on anymore!”  Sophy slowly went down on her knees. She bent over and stretched out between the long grass covering her face in her arms. Her tears were wetting the arms of her t-shirt. She was sobbing and did not realize that something slowly floated up to her.

A soft voice called her name: “Sophy, Sophy don’t give up! You are strong and can fight your father’s abuse. I’ll help you. You just have to believe in yourself.”

Sophy slowly lifted her head.  In front of her was a shimmering white peacock. It’s tail wide open reflecting the last sunshine of the day.

The white peacock’s eyes were soft and calming. It brought a good omen of escape and healing to Sophy.

She got up and went home to face her father. She stood strong against his mental abuse and walked away never to return again.

Word count : 149

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Look out! Monday Finish the Story October 26, 2015


Vultures!

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Finish the story begins with: “I watched the vulture looking at me hungrily as I lay on the ground bleeding and injured.”

“Shoo, shoo, leave me alone” My voice is only croaking. The vulture flies away.

I can’t exactly remember what happened to me. My thoughts are blurred by pain and I feel like fainting again. I must not do the fainting. The vultures will see that I am lifeless and will start eating my bruised flesh. Here is one sitting next to me.  
“Hey chum, what happened to you? You look as if the vultures started their meal on you.”

I open one eye and see my friend looking very amazed at me. I still can’t remember where the vultures came from.

The last was, me sitting on the steps of the pub watching the girls, and next the vultures were landing!

Mondays Finish the Story

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Photo 101, Day Seven : BIG and Point of View


Day Seven: Big & Point of View

Cheri says:

Whether inside or outside, photograph something of massive size. Feel free to interpret big in your own way, and get creative with your shot. Capture all or just part of the subject. Place it in the foreground so it takes up the entire frame. Or shoot it from afar so it appears smaller — yet still prominent.

Massive tongue.

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Big claws

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Nearly the full picture!

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(Wellington Airport, New Zealand)

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.

FFfAW Week of April 29, 2015 : Duck tale


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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 4-29-2015

©Dawn Miller

DUCK TALE

This is the best spot we can go to. We need to move fast!

The duck shooting season started yesterday. I hope to be in time to warn my family and friends to move away from our summer pond to this quiet pond.

The pond where we are at the moment is very overcrowded. The stream and dam is nearly dry after the drought. I mothered 16 ducklings and only 3 survived the season. I really want them to survive.Maybe I should quietly only bring them over here.We can start a new life, without fighting for a morsel to eat. Hubby Duck will also love it here.

This pond will be ideal for my new nest and eggs.

Lone pigeon : FFfAW week of 4-22-2015


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LONE PIGEON

The train gone. The lonely pigeon waiting for the next one.

I sat waiting for 1:05 am train to start the home journey from Wellington back to Upper Hutt. The train doors open, a message inside saying: No eating or drinking inside.

A pigeon came hopping along. Hopping, because it had no feet! No feet but still looking for some morsels to eat.

How did it survive till now? Were its feet amputated by some waste that we, as humans love to just throw away? Was it born without feet or did a rat eat its feet while still young? Questions churning.

In the meantime, the pigeon happily hopped  into the train. Another pigeon came along. It also jumped into the train, chasing my special pigeon out.  I started wondering: From where is this pigeon? Where is its place to rest during the night? Is it a safe place?

In our lives it is important  to know that we have a safe place to go to. I am so glad I could take the train back home where I am safe.  Out of  the elements of nature. Not like this poor pigeon always  on the look out for people and other situations that can harm it.