By Begin Again
After a grueling day at work, Jenna wanted nothing more than to soak her aching body in a relaxing bubble bath. Removing her high heels, she tossed her suit jacket across the chair and started upstairs. She had climbed about eight steps when she heard the telephone ring. She wanted to ignore it, but it might be Steve, her fiance, so she started back down.
The answering machine switched on before she could reach the telephone. A woman's voice started talking, "Steve, it's me. It's urgent that we meet. I'll be at our place at 4 o'clock." The connection went dead.
Jenna hit the replay button and listened. She didn't recognize the voice and she didn't like its implications. What did she mean "our place" and what could be so urgent? She listened to the message again.
This had to be a mistake, a wrong number, but the voice had asked for Steve. Could it be a mere coincidence?
Jenna picked up the phone and dialed Steve's work number. His direct line rang and rang before clicking over to his secretary.
"Mason, Williams & Shaw. Jill speaking. How may I help you?"
"Hi, Jill. This is Jenna. Is Steve busy with a client?"
"Hi, Jenna. Steve left about an hour ago. Did you try his cell?"
Now Jenna was confused. Steve had told her he had to work late on a deposition. How could he be gone? Where was he?
"Jenna, is everything okay?"
"Of course! I'll try his cell. Thanks Jill. Have a nice weekend."
"You too! Bye, Jenna."
Jenna dialed Steve's cell phone and waited. She could hear his voice instructing the caller to leave a name and number. She hung up the phone.
As Jenna was about to listen to the message again, the doorbell rang. Through the glass window, she could see a delivery girl with an envelope. Jenna opened the door, signed the clipboard and accepted the 8x11 envelope addressed to Jenna Anderson, 2323 Raven Street, Jacksonville, Florida. There was no return address.
Anxiety was overshadowing Jenna's fatigue. Her hands were clammy. Her throat was tight. Her heart was pounding. What was in the envelope? Who had sent it?
Tearing it open, two glossy photos slid from the envelope. Biting her lip, she stared in disbelief. There was Steve, her Steve, passionately kissing a brunette in a string bikini. Jenna couldn't see her face, but it didn't really matter. What mattered was Steve!
A note was attached to the photos. It simply read - Got your attention? Check out 1810 Melody Lane. Better hurry!
Jenna couldn't believe what was happening. It didn't make sense. They were happy. They loved each other. There had to be an explanation.
Checking her watch, she could see that it was 3:15. The woman's voice had asked to meet Steve at 4 o'clock. Where? At 1810 Melody Lane?
Staring at the pictures, Jenna made her decision. Could she make it across town in forty-five minutes? Traffic would be heavy. It would be a race against time. A race she knew she wanted to win!
3:23 - Hailing a cab, Jenna gave the driver the address, stressing that it was imperative to get there as quickly as possible. Sensing his lack of concern, she offered him an extra twenty dollars to get there in thirty minutes. The driver flashed Jenna a smile and advised her to fasten her seat belt. Like a rocket, they were off!
3:52 - A bus and a mini van had locked bumpers near First and Main, six blocks from her destination. Traffic was gridlocked. Time was running out. Jenna shoved two twenties at the driver and exited the cab. She'd decided to finish the race on foot.
3:58 - Her heart was pounding against her chest, part from running and part from fear. Checking the house numbers, she knew that she was only a few doors away. When her eyes caught sight of Steve's car parked in the driveway, she froze. She wasn't sure she could cross the finish line. She could still change her mind. It was all circumstantial evidence. How could she doubt the man she loved?
3:59 - It was now or never! The race was almost over. Jenna climbed the stairs to the house. The door was open and she could hear muffled voices. Should she just walk in or should she knock and ask for Steve? Time was running out, Jenna had to make a decision - now.
4:00 - Opening the door, she stepped into the house. Holding her breath, she walked into the front room and abruptly stopped.
"Surprise!" echoed from family and friends around the room.
Wrapping his arms tightly around her, Steve gave his fiance a birthday kiss.
By Begin Again
"I hate you, Tommy."
"It's a crime your mommy dropped you when you were born."
"You're a monster."
"You're an ugly four-eyed creature from the deep."
At eight, Kelly and Tommy couldn't finish a sentence without tormenting each other.
Over the years, Kelly grew from ugly duckling to stunning beauty.
On her sixteenth birthday, her family and friends celebrated. Tommy's best friend, Jake, planted a kiss on Kelly's soft lips. Before she could protest, Tommy stormed from the room, shattering her heart.
Later that night, Tommy came back to apologize for making a scene. Running away angry had been a mistake.
They walked along the river. Tommy held her hand. The moon was shining, stars dotted the sky, and fireworks went off in Kelly's head when Tommy kissed her lips.
Today, four years later, Tommy promised "till death do us part" and kissed his bride.
Kelly whispered, "I love you."
| Author Notes | Word Count - 150 |
By Begin Again
Katie pulled her 1965 Ford Falcon into the garage and closed the door. She leaned back and a sigh escaped her lips. Ten years ago, she'd left her mother's home, promising never to return. Long hours and hard work had changed her life. She was happy until she received a phone call she couldn't ignore.
A lifetime of alcohol and drug abuse claimed her mother's life, leaving her sisters alone. Their father, a despicable example of the human race, had disappeared shortly after their birth. His last known address was Alabama State Prison. So, Katie was officially their legal guardian.
Saying goodnight to the babysitter, Katie tiptoed into the bedroom. The twins were asleep. Their black curls covered the pillows. Their favorite fantasy storybook about fairies that lived underwater in the deep blue sea was open on the nightstand. Katie's eyes filled with tears. She knew it was silly, but she couldn't help but be afraid. These two innocent children were her responsibility now.
Somewhere down the block, Katie could hear screaming, a gunshot, and finally silence. She shivers, remembering. Soon the sirens will come and go. There is no justice in the ghetto.
Kissing the twins, Katie promises them a new life...starting tomorrow. Their suitcases are packed.
| Author Notes | Word Count 208 |
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"James!" She stood in the doorway wearing a black lace teddy. "What are you doing here?"
"Surprising you!" He handed his fiance a dozen roses. "God, you're beautiful."
"Alexis, baby, what's taking you so long?" A man in boxer shorts stood behind her.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Devastated, James tried to drink his sorrow away. Alexis's face was at the bottom of every glass. Tears filled his eyes.
On the bar stool beside him, an old man spoke, "My wife ran off back in '99. Took everything."
"How did you survive?"
He sadly smiled. "Welcome to my house, friend. You can call it home."
| Author Notes |
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By Begin Again
"James, you've done one hell of a job. Just a few more weeks. You can take a long-deserved vacation."
"I've been living on a beach, Colin. I don't need a vacation. I need to see Carrie. It's been nine months." James paced as he talked to his boss.
He was in Middleton to infiltrate a ring of smugglers, but the only thing illegal here was 100% pure alcohol from the backwoods of the Smokies.
"Just a weekend, Colin. Nobody but Carrie will know I was there."
"She understands you're undercover. She's the only one I told. Everyone thinks you died in France when you took those two bullets to the chest."
"Don't remind me. Somebody tipped them off. Trust me, that ain't over yet."
"You're not thinking straight. What if they've got eyes watching you? You want to lead them to Carrie, jeopardize her life?"
"Colin, there isn't anyone watching me."
"You willing to risk her life?" Colin waited, knowing the answer.
"This is a waste of time. I know everyone here. No one is a smuggler."
"Word is a shipment left Cuba and it's in the Atlantic. Just be patient. You're about to crack this case. When you do, you'll be able to write your own ticket. I can guarantee you that. Just imagine the life you can offer Carrie."
"She's not going to wait around for me forever. I can't even talk to her. I'm just asking for one day."
"Tell you what, I'll send Tanner down. If my information is right, you could wrap this thing up next week."
"I've been doing this job long enough to know we are on the wrong track. Something's not right!"
"Listen, I'll be tied up all weekend, but Monday, I'll get Tanner to cover for you. You can introduce him as your brother. Get the town folk comfortable with him; then you can do what you want. Just another week, that's all I'm asking."
"Okay...You get Tanner down here next week. That's it for me. Am I making myself clear, Colin. I'm done."
"I'll let that little threat slide because you're stressed. But don't you ever forget I'm the boss."
The line went dead. James slammed the receiver down. Director of the FBI or not, James knew his boss was wrong.
His thoughts drifted to Carrie. He'd been on security detail for her father, Senator Ramsey, when he'd met her. They were attending a wedding for one of France's dignitaries. As Carrie's escort, he'd spent days by her side. Their passion for each other blossomed into a whirlwind romance. He'd never felt that way about any other woman. After being shot, he'd gone from the hospital, to rehabilitation, and then undercover. Everyone thought he was dead except Carrie. Colin had agreed to tell her the truth.
Sleep wouldn't come to James. Somehow, he had to see Carrie. Finally, devising a plan, he tossed a few items in a backpack and pointed his car toward home.
Twelve hours later, James stood across from St. Patrick's Cathedral. It was Saturday and Carrie was a creature of habit. She'd be there for confession. The streets were busy today. No one would notice a man sitting on a park bench, reading a newspaper.
The church bells rang. People gathered on the church steps. He strained his neck, trying to see Carrie in the crowd. The newspaper fell to the ground and he reached for it.
Carrie's smiling face stared at him from the social section. The headlines read, Senator's daughter marries FBI Director today.
James's head snapped back toward the church. People were throwing rice at the bride and groom as cameras snapped everywhere.
Angry and betrayed, James made a plan. There would be no honeymoon tonight. Tomorrow’s headlines would read, Wedding Crasher Puts Groom in Hospital. He folded the paper and left it on the bench.
By Begin Again
Jenna heard a blood-curdling scream outside. Chills ran up her spine. Peeking through the curtains, she peered into the darkness.
She saw movement in the bushes, a man lurking in the shadows. Fear gripped her.
She slammed the door closed and locked it. Leaning against it, she listened. There was nothing but her ragged breath and pounding heart.
A hand touched her. She screamed and fainted.
Her bleeding husband stood there, confused. "Women and blood! It's only a cat scratch."
| Author Notes | This story required 80 words or less. I have used exactly 80. A major feat for me.... Thank you for reading. |
By Begin Again
Standing on the beach, Kevin watched the clouds. During childhood, this was his sanctuary. The soothing sound of singing birds, water falling from the fountain, and the beautiful garden were treasured gifts. Nothing could breach the peace he found here.
He retraced his steps along the overgrown pathway. His last visit was thirty years ago, but the memory was fresh. The sting of his father's hand and every hateful word still burned inside his mind. He'd left without looking back.
His father had died alone, no friends, no family.
Kevin inherited the property today.
Walking from room to room, he poured the contents from the can he carried. Sadness oozed from every wall. Scars of rage marred the doors and windows. A tattered teddy bear lay lifeless on the floor.
He tossed a match inside before closing the door. Flames devoured the evil place.
Peaceful solitude reigned.
By Begin Again
The water pounded against the rocks. Carrie struggled with her thoughts as she leaned against the Porsche. Its wheels teetered dangerously near the cliff's edge. Last night the idea suited her, but in the gray light of morning, memories of their love nagged at her bleeding heart, urging her to reconsider.
Closing her eyes, she remembered her careful planning. It was a miracle she'd kept the car a secret, a present for their twenty-fifth anniversary. She couldn't wait for his steel blue eyes to melt into puddles when he saw her gift. She'd left work early, driven home, and placed a huge bow on the car's hood before rushing inside.
She'd removed her clothing except for the lace teddy. Finding his office empty, she hurried to their bedroom, opened the door, and saw him naked with another woman. Her fun stopped.
Chunks of earth crumbled and disappeared into the foamy water. Carrie wanted everything to disappear, buried forever in the sea.
The car, golf clubs, first edition books - everything that once meant something - plummeted toward the raging water, smashing against the rocks, bursting into flames.
The sun moved from behind the clouds. Smiling, Carrie started the golf cart and drove away. It was a day for new beginnings.
By Begin Again
"Don't stop! Please don't set aside your dreams."
"Often, we have no choice. Life delivers us greater challenges. We must follow another path, turning at the fork in the road, yet desperately clinging to wisps of what might have been."
"It's not fair! Changing course, stepping into the oblivion to answer another's needs."
"Love blinds us. Our heart knows no other way."
"When all is lost, what then?"
"The light still burns. I'll write again."
| Author Notes | Life isn't promised to be a straight and narrow road. Often, and more likely than not, we travel many twisted highways and even lose our way now and then, but in the end, if the light within burns bright enough we can find our way back again. |
By Begin Again
The night shadows, blustery wind and raindrops went unnoticed as she huddled beneath a giant oak tree. Tears trickled down her face. Exhausted, after searching the streets for hours, she felt so alone.
Suddenly, she heard it. A ball of fur barking and racing towards her.
Life was good again!
| Author Notes | My little fur babies are the sunshine of my life....When life gets me down, they get me up. |
By Begin Again
Like badges of honor, his frail arms bore dark purple bruises. His breath was raspy. His skin was feverish. His tired eyes no longer sparkled with mischief.
His wife's eyes glistened as they met his. Whispering "I love you," she squeezed his hand. "It's going to be all right."
Slowly, his parched lips mouthed, "I love you."
The room turned cold. Ignoring her tears, she kissed him as her mighty warrior slipped away.
Life would never be all right again.
| Author Notes | After being away from FanStory for many years, this is my first posting. I never lost my love for writing, but the roads I traveled prevented me from being able to follow my dreams. My husband always wanted me to return to my passion. This story is dedicated to him and our love. |
By Begin Again
"Good morning, God. Thank you for this beautiful day." Lillian smiled.
She felt blessed. She was happy. Her marriage to Kent was one of a kind. He loved building skyscrapers. She loved being a stay-at-home mommy. They adored their son, Jamie. They were living their dream.
The telephone rang. She lifted the receiver to her ear.
"Hello."
"Lillian, it's Frank." He was the construction site boss and Kent's best friend since college.
"We've got trouble. A utility crew hit a gas line. There's been an explosion. The building collapsed."
She gasped and fought to breathe. Her brain screamed, but words wouldn't form.
Frank choked. His eyes watered.
"It's chaos here. Camera crews everywhere. I didn't want you to see it that way."
"Is Kent-" She gulped and started again, "Is Kent with you? He's okay, right?"
Two seconds passed, or maybe it was an eternity.
Paralysis claimed her body. Her eyes darted around the room. Jamie was content with his legos. She struggled to focus.
"I'm sorry. I don't know, Lil, I just don't know." He fought for control. "I gotta go. I'll call as soon as I know anything. It's going to be alright." His voice held no conviction.
The line went dead. Her fingers ached from gripping the telephone. Fear engulfed her.
Don't cry! Don't you dare cry! You can't scare Jamie.
She replaced the phone.
She watched her five-year-old stack one lego piece on top of another, careful not to knock them down.
Lillian bit her lip, drawing blood. She took a deep breath and released it and then another. Her mind was reeling.
Keep it together, Lillian. Kent is fine.
"Mommy, look at what I did." His voice startled her. He didn't seem to notice. "It's a skyscraper like the ones daddy builds." He admired his accomplishment. "When's Daddy coming home? I want to show him."
Lillian's heart splintered. Fear had her guts in a stranglehold.
"Mommy, you didn't answer me. You always told me it's not polite to ignore people." His eyes locked on her. He tapped his foot, waiting.
"I'm sorry. What was the question?" She had to get a grip before her child figured out something was wrong. "Mommy's a little distracted."
"Is something wrong?" Jamie reached for her hand.
"Wrong? Of course not." She brushed his hair out of his eyes. "I'm just a little tired."
"Do you need a nap? Sometimes you say I need a nap."
"No, I don't think I need a nap, but thank you for asking." She wanted him to go back to his legos. She needed to think. No, thinking wasn't what she wanted to do. She wanted her husband to walk through the door. She needed him.
Frank, call me. Please, call me. Now!
"Mommy, it's going to be okay." He hugged her legs.
"What's going to be okay, Jamie?" Her heart slammed against her chest. Had he heard her conversation with Frank?
"Remember when Grandpa went to heaven? I was scared. You said you were, too. You told me not to worry because God would take care of him, and it would be okay. Your face looks like it did that day."
Lillian scooped Jamie into her arms and buried her face against him. "You're so smart. I love you."
The phone rang. Trembling fingers picked up the receiver.
"Hello"
"Mrs. O'Hara"
"Yes."
"I'm a nurse at Swedish American Hospital. Your husband asked me to call. The doctors are with him. Banged up a little, but nothing too serious. He knew you'd be worried."
"Thank you so much."
Tears streamed down her face. Kneeling, she hugged Jamie. "You're right! It's going to be okay."
By Begin Again
Staunchly, Carrie brushed a tear away. She'd promised to be strong.
Seven weeks, she'd held his hand, praying, battling doubt, desperately clutching to her waning faith.
Surgery had been their only hope. Were the doctors wrong?
Her lips quivered. "Please, Michael. Fight!"
His eyelids flickered. Had he heard her plea?
| Author Notes | It's been several years since I've been able to return to my love of writing and enjoying FanStory. My first posting, 50 words, simplifying emotions and places I have been. Smiles from Begin Again as life moves forward. |
By Begin Again
Lying in the gravel, Jake cradled his head. His stomach quivered. Vomit spewed everywhere. His imaginary crown of success dissipated.
"Bastards, all of you," he moaned. Alone, abandoned by his fellow teammates, his destiny appeared bleak.
Their celebration flashed through his foggy brain. He'd made the winning goal, assuring their high school team the championship trophy. Afterwards, someone poured tequila shots in his honor. One drink led to another, and then another, until the damage was done.
His best friend turned cruel and heartless, discarding him like yesterday's rock star, and vanishing into the night.
Any opportunity of survival lost. Yet, foolishly, he had no regrets.
Approaching footsteps sent shivers down his spine, followed by waves of relief.
"My angel. You saved me."
"Dad's going to kill you, Jake."
He gulped. "I'm not already dead?"
"You'll wish you were in the morning." They staggered toward the house.
| Author Notes |
Thank you Mino Yasue for the use of one of your outstanding pieces of artwork.
Write a story that is between 100 and 150 words. The trick is you must use the following words: drink - rock - damage - heartless - destiny - cruel - abandon - lost - regret - bastard. Words may be used in different formats (for example: drink, drinking or drank) |
By Begin Again
"Help me." His whisper tortured her.
Her lips trembled. A tear rolled down her pale cheek. She turned away, unable to look into his eyes.
"I'm tired. I can't do this anymore." His emaciated body shivered.
"Just a while longer, Jake. The doctor said-"
"If you love me-"
"Please don't. You're my life. I can't do this," she whimpered.
His eyes closed. An agonizing moan filled the silent void.
"Give me the pills and leave. That's all I ask."
She lay her lips against his cheek. "I'm sorry."
The hospital door flew open.
The doctor smiled, "We have a donor."
| Author Notes |
Thank you Angelheart.
Word Count - 100 |
By Begin Again
"Boys don't hit girls."
"She hit me first."
He refused to apologize so he was sent to bed.
"Curtains in our fort?" Timmy looked at Hercules. The war-torn grizzly's plastic eyes stared back. "Girls aren't allowed."
A backpack hung on the bedpost with a clean shirt, socks, rations and his canteen. They planned their escape.
Footsteps paused at the door. He feigned sleep.
"Goodnight, Timmy. Love you." Mom continued down the hall.
He felt her invisible hug. His empty stomach growled. He remembered the mission.
"Our enemy's tricky."
The house was dark, cloaked in silence. Timmy slipped from bed with Hercules. Tiptoeing, they moved toward the end of the hall, listening. They froze.
Footsteps? On the stairs?
A silhouette approached the landing. A howl ripped through the dark. Snarling ensued, followed by heavy thumping down the stairs.
Retreat!
Wide-eyed with fright, Timmy and Hercules scrambled back into bed.
Light filled the room. Mom asked, "You okay?"
"Why? Something wrong?" His voice quivered.
"Dad stepped on the cat." The light went off. "Goodnight."
| Author Notes |
Thank you Dazzleme for the use of your photo.
Write Flash Fiction under 200.... Write a short flash fiction story based on one of the following themes. The category should be horror/thriller: The stranger Shadow on the landing Sharp fangs The cat Horror of the unknown |
By Begin Again
Standing in the doorway, Sandy surveyed her room. Mr. Hadley, a tattered bear with only one eye, rested on her pillow. Pictures of her parents and the day at the beach were taped to the dresser mirror. The jewelry box with the locket Daddy gave her before he went away sat on the table near the bed. This was her sanctuary, the place she hid when Mommy cried.
Taking a deep breath, she moved across the room. Kneeling down, she pulled the suitcase from under the bed. Flipping the locks, she opened it, letting the lid rest against the bedspread. It was time to pack.
With suitcase in hand, Sandy glanced around the room before closing the door. Her mother waited at the bottom landing.
Their eyes met. Sandy could feel her heart pounding against her chest. They stood there, neither saying a word.
The driver of the car in the driveway honked the horn. Sandy started to leave, but hesitated, taking one last look, certain she saw a tear in her mother's eye.
Just ask me not to go. Tell me you need me to stay.
The car horn honked again. Turning, she walked outside.
A torrent of tears slid down her mother's face.
Rolling his eyes, Sandy's teenage brother shook his head. "Mom, she'll be okay."
"I know, but she's my baby. She's growing up too fast."
"Give me a break. She's just going to Grandma's for the weekend. It's not forever."
Waving as the car pulled out of the drive. Sandy pressed her tiny five-year-old nose against the window, whispering, "I'm not Daddy. I'll be back, Mom."
| Author Notes | This flash fiction is meant to lead the reader to believe an older child is leaving...and in the end it really is a small child. The key clues are in the first paragraph where it says Daddy went away and Mommy cries a lot and the ending where she whispers she'll be back because she's not daddy. Any suggestions to eliminate the confusion would be appreciated. Thanks... |
By Begin Again
Grandma's prized cuckoo clock chirped ... one, two, three times.
Sweat trickled down the old woman's weathered face. She pressed her parched lips together. The rocking chair creaked against the wooden floor as she watched and waited.
Her grand-daughter, Sara, heavy with child, stood motionless near the front window. Her fingers trembled as she brushed the drapes away from the glass pane. Her eyes focused on the black town car parked across the street.
Outside, the desert sun scorched the earth, sucking the life from everything. Time stood still.
Sara's eyes flickered toward her grandmother's raspy breathing. The innocent life within her womb jabbed her midsection. A bothersome cramp gnawed at her rigid legs, but she refused to move away from the window.
Swallowing hard, she closed her eyes, running her hand across her stomach.
Come on. What are you waiting for?
The car door opened. A well-dressed man stepped from the cool interior of the sedan. He fastened the double breasted jacket and smoothed back his hair. His partner rounded the car, joining him. They exchanged glances before walking across the sizzling pavement.
A small gasp escaped Sara's lips.
Okay, you know the drill. Weren't you with Sally last year when they came? Nothing's going to make this easy. So just let them come in and do their job.
She watched as they approached her door, dreading the sound of knocking. When it came, her body jerked. Her resolve crumbled as she sank to the floor.
The old woman shuffled across the floor. Her gnarled fingers clutched the door knob. Her sad eyes remained on the whimpering figure near the window.
The man knocked again. His partner wiped his face with a handkerchief. Neither one liked their job.
Grandma tugged on the door, allowing only a narrow opening. Her tongue flickered across her dry lips.
"Can I help you?" Her voice quaked.
"Yes, Ma'am. I'm Sergeant Major Edison and this is Chaplain O'Hara. We're from McConnell Air Force Base."
Her tired eyes traveled from one man's face to the other. Neither smiled.
"Are you here to see my granddaughter?" Sara's whimpering tore at the woman's heart. She wanted to protect her from this atrocity. "She's with child, you know?"
"I'm sorry to disturb you, ma'am, but it's important that we speak with Mrs. Johansson."
Stunned, Grandma sucked in a mouthfull of the oppressive air. Her body sagged against the door. The Sergeant Major's arm snaked around her frail body, preventing her from falling.
"Ma'am. Are you alright?"
She lifted her head, looking into his dark eyes. "Pardon me, but my hearing ain't so good any more. Who'd you say you wanted to see?"
The Chaplain stepped into the room, glancing toward Sara. "Is she Mrs. Johansson?"
Sara lifted her tear-stained face to meet the Chaplain's gaze. Stepping closer, he extended his hand to help her from the floor.
"Johansson? Are you looking for Betty Johansson?" A tsunami wave of relief swept over her, followed by shame.
Grandma's eye lids closed for a brief moment before she spoke. "Betty Johansson lives in the house around back."
"We weren't aware of two houses on the same lot, ma'am. We're sorry for any grief we may have caused."
An awkward silence filled the room. The two men offered their apologies and retraced their steps outside.
Sobbing, Sara collapsed into her grandma's arms. The two women clung to each other, unable to speak, grateful beyond words.
As the sun sat on the horizon, both women prayed, relieved, yet distraught because another family had been torn apart by war. Jack Johansson wouldn't be coming home. Betty and her two children's lives would never be the same again.
Grandma was the first to break the silence. "I better get in the kitchen. They'll be needing some good home cooking to sustain them."
Sara nodded. "I better make some phone calls. Let the other wives know about Jack. Betty will be needing our support to get through the dark days ahead."
A list of names and telephone numbers was tacked on the wall above the telephone. As Sara made her first phone call, she whispered, "Grandma, my unborn child, and I thank you, Lord."
| Author Notes | Thank you KimRoeArt for the use of your photo. |
By Begin Again
Pain ricocheted through her like a hot poker. The telegram floated to the ground, every word emblazoned on her heart.
Regret to inform you ... killed in the line of duty... purple heart.
Why go on?
The tiny foot of their unborn baby jabbed her.
Remember ... the love.
| Author Notes | Write a story or poem between 25-50 words without using the letter 'S' |
By Begin Again
The difficult battle ended. The cannons were silent. Gunfire ceased. The King and Queen lay in state. Hundreds were dead or maimed. Women stood beside the remaining knights, their dresses ripped and stained, their tresses matted with blood.
Princess Zorra gazed at her subjects. Her beleaguered heart filled with pride.
Unrolling the proclamation, her soft voice found strength as she spoke, "Our castle is safe because of your courage."
A tear trickled down her cheek.
"You didn't hide in fear, but accepted the challenge. Standing beside fallen heroes, you fought. From this day forward, I pronounce you 'Knights in Satin, Freedom Fighters'.
The roar of the meager crowd was strong.
| Author Notes |
Word Count - 110
Thankyou MinoYasue for the useof your lovely artwork. |
By Begin Again
Well seasoned to mountain life, the rider maneuvered her horse across the rocky ridge. The rattler uncurled, sinking its fangs deep into the filly's flesh.
The wild stallion's black coat gleamed in the sultry heat. His hoof pounded the loose gravel as he stood precariously close to the cliff's edge. His nostrils flared. Seconds later, he reared high, pawing the air. His gut-wrenching cry echoed across the canyon.
In the valley below him lay the lifeless body of Amy Walker. Amidst the thicket, her faithful Appaloosa whinnied, taking a last breath.
Recognizing the smell of death, the wild stallion bid his friends adieu.
| Author Notes | Word Count - 103 |
By Begin Again
"Open it, Harry."
"I'm not going to open it. You open."
The air was stifling in the cramped attic space. The two carrot-topped twins perched atop the dusty trunk. A faint breeze wafted through the open window.
"Kachoo," Frankie's freckled nose wrinkled. "I'm suffocating up here. Open it before someone comes looking for us."
"Okay, but if we get caught -" Harry turned his head to listen. There weren't any sounds on the stairway.
"Just do it!" Frankie's anticipation was growing by leaps and bounds.
Listening for footsteps, Harry opened their treasure.
"Oh, it's better than I imagined." Leaning against the trunk, they savored the dark, sweet chocolate.
"Just remember ... if asked, we're telling mom we saw Sammy take it."
"That dog sure does love chocolate!"
| Author Notes | Thank you gras roots for the wonderful artwork. |
By Begin Again
Sun rays warmed my skin. The fresh scent of spring filled the air. A wave of giddiness washed over me. I took a deep breath and smiled.
The red and yellow circus box tipped and animal crackers scattered across my tray. My fingers picked one and slipped it into my mouth.
"It's a lion, Jack. He's king of the jungle." My best roar rumbled from my lungs.
"Oh, here's an elephant. He's got big ears and a long trunk." Its sweet taste teased my taste buds.
"This one's a bear. He's big and strong like your daddy."
A sharp jab made me jump. Rubbing my swollen belly, I cooed, "Yes, Jack, I'll save some for you."
I made a mental note to buy another box. After all, I was eating for two and teaching too!
By Begin Again
The waves pounded the jagged rocks. Wind whistled through the darkness. A weary figure perched atop the cliff.
Staring into the pitch-black water, he prepared to die. Yet, something beckoned him to stay. His eyes flickered. Leaning forward, he looked again.
Was his mind playing tricks?
Brilliant red hair and eyes of green ... the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, diving beneath the water, only to surface again.
As the sun kissed the horizon, she disappeared. His sadness returned.
His life was almost over.
"Jake, can you hear me?"
His eyes opened, amazed at her fiery red hair.
"I'm your nurse. You've had a terrible accident."
Hope was reborn.
| Author Notes |
Micro -fiction prompt - beautiful maiden
Word count - 110 Thank you Mino for the perfect picture. |
By Begin Again
"Daddy, please don't make me sleep alone."
"There's nothing to be afraid of, Son."
Mommy tried to smile.
His lower lip quivered, but he turned and trudged toward bed.
Seconds later, his daddy followed. He carried a scruffy, one-eyed creature in his hands.
"Son, meet Fred. He protected me when I was your age." He tucked the stuffed animal beneath the covers. "He's offered to stay with you."
Tommy smiled and wrapped his arm around Fred. "Can he really scare monsters away?"
"He never closes that eye. You're safe with him. I promise."
Satisfied, Tommy snuggled closer to Fred and whispered, "Any friend of dad's is a friend of mine."
| Author Notes |
Micro-fiction Prompt - Cuddly monsters
Word Count - 110 Thank you Joan for the artwork. |
By Begin Again
The aroma of freshly baked cherry and apple pies filled the room. Kaitlyn was confident she'd just finished baking this year's County Fair first prize entry.
Karrie prayed her pumpkin and praline pies would wow the judges. Her pies were nestled in containers, away from prying eyes and hungry stomachs. She didn't care about winning, but she did want to beat her twin sister.
"Smells yummy." Karrie inhaled. "Just finishing?"
"Yeah. Fresh is best, right?"
"I'll help you clear a space in the car for them."
"Great." Kaitlyn swaggered outside. Karrie followed, leaving the door ajar.
The hungry canine seized his opportunity. Dinner was waiting.
| Author Notes |
tHANK YOU KHARRISON FOR THE AWESOME PICTURE.
This is not a contest entry, but I took the prompt from suneagle and decided to try my hand at a few more. Prompts to choose from: animal crackers beautiful maidens cuddly monsters devious motives - MY CHOICE FOR THIS SHORT STORY empty promises |
By Begin Again
"Do you promise ..."
"I do!"
Visions of an angel filled his thoughts. The familiar face staring into his brown eyes was a pillar in his life. He couldn't imagine living without her. She'd been by his side for as long as he could remember, guiding and encouraging him.
The sunbeams filtered through the window, forming a halo around her head. He'd do anything to make her smile.
"You promise ..."
"I do! I do!"
Her arms wrapped around him, enfolding him with her love.
Swallowing hard, five-year-old Jack wailed, "I'm sorry, Mommy. I'll never tell a lie again."
She smiled. "Good little boys always keep their promises."
| Author Notes |
Thank you MinoYasue for the lovely artwork.
Word Count- 108 Choose one only of the following prompts and write a flash fiction story of between 100 and 110 words. The story cannot be all dialogue; at least 10% narrative is required. The genre is your choice. Prompts to choose from: animal crackers beautiful maidens cuddly monsters devious motives empty promises |
By Begin Again
A creature of habit, Tyrone's heavy footsteps pounded the pavement. His partner, a mammoth mastiff, strutted arrogantly by his side. Dog and man controlled the neighborhood, drunk with power. Evil oozed from their pores.
Bits of dried crud clung to Jason's shirt, remnants of his loss. His passive soul stood stagnant, overwhelmed by fear as his valiant friend lay helplessly bleeding. Too late, a funnel cloud of anger filled his heart.
Crouched in the shadows, he promised revenge. Tonight, he placed the bait and waited.
The mastiff's nostrils caught the aroma of fresh meat. His massive jaws chomped and devoured the arsenic laced steak. The dog stumbled and collapsed on the ground. Iron-hearted Tyrone crumbled, weeping and begging for help.
Doors closed. Lights were turned off. The silence was deafening.
Jason's trembling fingers unfastened the padlock. The van door opened. A trio of ferocious pit bulls lunged forward, attacking Tyrone and his dog.
Peace returned to the neighborhood. A statue commemorated all four-legged friends.
Jason's watery eyes gazed at the picture on his desk. Grasping the frame, he whispered, "If only my pen was mightier than the sword, this is how I would avenge you." Tears slid down his cheek as he turned off the light.
| Author Notes |
Joan- Thank you for the lovely picture of a loyal four legged friend...It is perfect!
Word Count 205 |
By Begin Again
Major Jake Carroll captured by enemy.
I crumbled the telegram.
"Let me die."
"I won't."
"You can't fix my broken heart."
"Let me try."
The next day, I awoke.
"Your operation went well."
I frowned. "My heart won't mend."
"Maybe."
Jake opened the door.
Life flowed into my healed heart.
| Author Notes | Modern medicine is terrific but sometimes only love will heal the heart. |
By Begin Again
Oops! Something went wrong.
My name is Betty Crocker, but any similarities between myself and the cooking icon ends there. It was a family joke that I couldn't boil water. I didn't care. I was happy to leave the baking to someone else.
Last night, James, the latest dreamboat to rock my life, moaned about missing his mom's homemade cooking. I volunteered to make a cake from scratch, no box mixes for me. After all, I was competing with Mom.
After fumbling through my mother's old recipe book, I finally surrendered and called my sister.
"Sis, I need your help."
"With what?"
"Cooking."
A burst of laughter erupted. I bit my tongue; curbing any off-colored remarks.
"Come on, I'm serious."
She sighed. "Betty, you have trouble opening the refrigerator."
"Shut up! I'm not that bad."
After several minutes of torment, she agreed to help. The Doctor's Cake was our Mom's favorite recipe. No one ever knew it started with a boxed cake mix. My sister provided me with a list of ingredients and told me to call back when I was ready.
One hour later, I was eager to get started. A cake mix, a package of pudding, sour cream, oil and a carton of eggs were assembled on my counter. Measuring cups, bowls, spatulas, and the mixer were waiting to be used. I called my sister for final instructions.
"Is your oven set at 350 degrees?"
"Let me look." I checked the digital dial. "Yup, it says 350."
"Grease your cake pan. You do know how to do that, don't you?"
"Funny!" I sneered.
"In the mixing bowl, add the cake mix, four eggs, the pudding, one cup sour cream and ½ cup water. Blend it well and then pour it into your pan. Put it in the oven for twenty five minutes or until it's lightly browned."
"That's it? Any idiot can do that."
"Good luck." I heard her chuckle as she hung up the phone.
After double checking I'd followed the steps correctly, I put the cake into the oven, set the timer and waited.
Excited, I opened the oven. The same gooey mess was sitting in the pan. Something was wrong.
Fighting tears, I called my sister. She walked me through the steps again, making sure I hadn't incorrectly measured the wet ingredients. It was perfect.
"What did I do wrong?" I wailed.
She didn't say anything for a long time.
"Are you still there?" I was irritated. "You must have forgotten something."
"I can't imagine-" She stopped talking.
"What? What's wrong?" I pleaded.
"Betty, did you turn the oven on?" Her laughter exploded.
"You didn't say-" I slammed down the phone. Staring at the oven, I shook my head. "Oops!"
| Author Notes |
Word Count 455
Thank you Photo Therapy for the artwork. |
By Begin Again
"Turn the light off."
"I'm reading a real good story."
He reached across me and hit the switch. The room went dark.
"Hey, why did you do that?"
He didn't answer, but I felt his breath against my skin. His lips brushed my neck. He nibbled gently on my ear lobe. His tongue flickered across my lips, teasing me. He gently kissed me. He kissed me again with more passion.
A fire exploded inside me and I eagerly returned his kiss. Our breathing was ragged with desire.
He stopped. The light came on.
"Sorry, you can continue reading."
"Shut off the light. I like your story better."
| Author Notes |
Missed the Micro Fiction Contest, but decided to post the story anyhow.
Prompts to choose from: a lottery ticket miscommunication a kiss in the dark an uninvited guest long thin legs |
By Begin Again
His caramel eyes were a welcome addition behind the counter. His fingers grazed mine. A current shot through me. I inhaled.
"Here's the winning lottery ticket." He smiled.
"Right! I never win." I frowned.
"Maybe your luck will change." He winked.
The next day, I returned with my losing ticket. "Told you I was wasting my time."
He handed me two new tickets. Confused, I looked questioningly at him. "What's this?"
"Dinner and dancing Saturday night. Want to take a chance?" His eyes twinkled.
My heart skipped a beat. "I don't know."
"Guaranteed winner."
An elderly woman nudged me and laughed, "If you don't, I will."
I giggled. "They're sold."
| Author Notes |
Missed the Micro Fiction Contest, but decided to post the story anyhow.
Prompts to choose from: a lottery ticket miscommunication a kiss in the dark an uninvited guest long thin legs |
By Begin Again
Panic gripped me.
After three years, I assumed James shared my fantasy. We'd talked of growing old together. Over a candlelight dinner, I surprised him.
"I'm pregnant."
Red wine spewed across the table. I collapsed in inconsolable tears.
The next morning, he sent flowers, apologizing.
Still stinging, I sent him a single black rose. My note suggested he rot in hell. I wasn't a desperate woman.
He sent an engraved invitation. 'Please meet me tonight at 222 Landon Lane."
My heart melted.
Outside the house, my spirits wavered.
Opening the door, I froze. Black linen draped the furniture. A skeleton dangled nearby.
Was this a sick joke?
Hysterical, I raced outside, barreling into James.
"Honey, what are you doing?"
"I got the message!" I whined.
"What? ... Last year's haunted house?" Laughing, James pointed at the house next door.
A pink arrow made of wood read, Will you marry me?
| Author Notes |
Write a story that is between 100 and 150 words. The trick is you must use the following words: black - single - fantasy - wood - pink - arrow - joke - heart - desperate - whine. Words may be used in different formats (for example: joke, jokes or joking)
Thank you KiwiRawles for the artwork. Word Count - 150 |
By Begin Again
Beneath the stars and moonlight, the young girl was oblivious to her impoverished surroundings. She envisioned a luscious garden instead of the trash-strewn land. Humming, she sashayed along the trail.
In the shadows, two banditos slurped cheap wine and dreamt of their own Garden of Eden. The ripe forbidden fruit teased them and a plan formed.
Too late, she realized she wasn't alone. Her dreams shattered.
Like gluttons, the banditos stole her innocence. Satisfied, they discarded her broken body amidst the garbage.
Face down in the dirt, the senorita's spirit drifted away.
At the Gates of Heaven, the angels welcomed her home.
| Author Notes |
Choose one only of the following prompts and write a flash fiction story of between 100 and 110 words. The genre is your choice.
Prompts to choose from: an angry dog lemons violence hot cross buns Elvis Presley is alive and living in Lima, Peru |
By Begin Again
Mama's Place was nestled beneath the pines along the beautiful shores of Lake Wannabe, a favorite fishing and hiking area. It was early Spring and the air was still crisp. Mike and his two children had spent the morning bass fishing and were now in search of food.
Entering the small cafe, Mike and his five-year-old daughter, Beth slid into a booth. Fifteen-year-old Jimmy chose one across the aisle, hoping to catch the eye of the pretty little waitress; tight jeans, snug t-shirt, long pony-tail, delicious smile and all.
While Mike ordered bowls of soup and cocoa for the three, Jimmy hummed Pretty Woman and attempted his best James Dean impression. Rolling her eyes, she disappeared into the kitchen with their order.
"Daddy, can I ask you something about God?" Beth's serious tone caught Mike off-guard.
"Sure, honey, what is it?" Bible stories and proverbs rushed through his head as he prepared himself.
"Why does God make girls so beautiful?"
Relieved, he answered, "Oh that's an easy one, sweetheart. God made you and Mommy and all the other girls beautiful so men would love and adore you." He smiled his biggest Proud Daddy smile at her.
"Hmmm!" Glancing at her drooling brother, Beth continued, "Well, why'd he make boys like Jimmy so dumb?"
Chuckling at his daughter's innocence, he responded, "So you'll feel sorry and love us, too."
At that moment, the waitress sat a bowl of soup in front of James. Grabbing his chance, he quipped, "Hey, Waitress, there's a frog in my soup."
Setting the other two bowls in front of Beth and Mike, she gave James the biggest smile. "That's because all our flies are on vacation."
Beth burst into giggles and squealed, "Daddy, I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but your son hasn't got a chance. Only Mommy will love him."
| Author Notes |
Word count - 308
Thank you Surmed for the marvelous little girl's picture... |
By Begin Again
The old man shuffled along the winding river path, shielding his weathered face from the winter wind. Shivering, his gnarled fingers struggled to pull the thread-worn overcoat tighter around his frail body.
Nestled beneath the barren tree branches, a park bench awaited his arrival. Once seated, he pulled a small bag of dried bread from his pocket, tossing tiny morsels to the birds. A daily routine for fifteen years since his wife had died. Before her untimely death, they had walked hand in hand, sat beneath the same tree, fed the birds, and laughed. The old man couldn't remember how long ago it had been since he'd laughed; maybe it was the last time she was here.
Neatly folding the paper bag, he returned it to his pocket. His heavy eyelids drooped. His chin rested against his chest. A faint smile tugged at the corner of pencil thin lips. His mind drifted back to better, happier days.
The love of his life skipped along the riverbank, swishing her long skirt, laughing and calling his name, beckoning him to join her. Though striking to look at, her real beauty lay within her heart. Her love for mankind amazed him.
He watched her graceful movements, enjoyed her playful teasing, until he thought his heart would burst. Rising from the bench, he strolled across the grass, pulled her into his arms, and they'd shared a passionate kiss. They fell on the grass, still clinging to each other, professing their love.
Today, like every day since her death, he envisioned her only steps away. Her love warmed his cold body. She smiled, stepped closer than usual, bending to gently kiss his cheek. He reached for her, taking her hand in his own. A tear trickled down his cheek. Her eyes shimmered with love.
The old man shuddered, taking his last earthly breath. She'd come to take him home.
| Author Notes | Words - 314 |
By Begin Again
"Agent Andrew Blake speaking."
"Scotland Yard calling. I have an urgent message for Agent Shannon Van Hayden."
"We're partners. Can I relay the message?"
“Hmmm … let me verify that.”
Andy heard muffled voices on the other end of the phone. Moments later, the caller returned and briefed him, stressing the importance of the message. He acknowledged it and hung up.
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Silence filled the idling armored vehicle. The driver's gloved hands gripped the steering wheel. The radio crackled. "Black Escalade approaching Main and Cutler."
"Roger." He shifted the vehicle into gear, flooring the gas pedal. Sweat dotted his forehead. The car propelled through the darkness, down the steep hill, barreling into the intersection.
Shannon's eyes flared as the vehicle slammed into her Escalade. A 747 roared overhead as it approached the airport. Thoughts of her parents flashed in her mind before she slipped into blackness.
Following only seconds behind her car, Andy radioed for medical assistance.
As the overseas flight landed, Andy raced to Gate E9. His badge gained him immediate access.
"Mr. and Mrs. Van Hayden." He approached the elderly couple.
"Nice to see you, Andy. Where's Shannon?" Mr. Van Hayden scanned the area.
"Yes, where's our daughter? Nothing's wrong, is it?" Shannon's mother clung to her husband's arm.
"She was involved in an accident. Hit and run. They transported her to Mercy Hospital for observation."
"Henry, we must go to the hospital. Shannon needs us."
"Ma'am, my instructions are to take you directly to your hotel room. For safety reasons, until we're sure this wasn't a hit."
Mrs. Hayden gasped. "A hit! Someone intentionally tried to murder our daughter?"
"We don't know that yet, ma'am, but we're taking precautions."
At the hotel, Andy expedited the couple's registration. Settling them in their room, he promised to check on Shannon's condition. Double-checking the adjoining doors, he left the suite.
The following morning, uniformed officers milled the hotel's tenth floor hallway. A dozen pairs of eyes turned as the elevator opened. A bruised Shannon stepped off the lift. A murmur rippled down the hallway.
Exiting the crime scene, Andy hastened toward her.
"What the hell's going on, Andy? Where are my parents? Whose room is that?" Words tumbled from her mouth.
Andy wrapped his arm around his partner, pulling her away from the hotel room. Shannon resisted. Fear glazed her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Babe. Your parents are dead."
Bile gurgled in her throat. She fought to remain focused. "Nooo! There's some mistake. It can't be."
"Looks like a robbery. They were both shot in the head. The maid found them about thirty minutes ago."
Shannon's knees buckled. An officer brought a chair. She collapsed into it. Her mind raced, trying to register what was happening. Her distraught partner knelt by the chair, a pair of black leather gloves in his hand.
"I don't understand. How did you get here so fast? Did the police call you?" Tears glistened in her eyes.
"Your mother left her gloves in my car last night. I was returning them. The police were here when I arrived."
"Her gloves?" Shannon's eyes shifted to his hands. "I’ve got to see their luggage." She lowered her voice. "There's a document in a secret compartment of my father's suitcase and my mother’s diamond ring."
"I'm afraid everything's gone, Shannon."
"Are you sure? How could they have checked everything so quickly?"
"I did it."
"You did, but why?"
"I answered your private line yesterday. The caller said they were from Scotland Yard. I know about the microchip in the ring.”
A tear rolled down her cheek. "Excuse me, Andy; I've got to make a call. Let the Chief know what's happened." She stood and walked away.
Andy hurried into the hotel room to search the luggage.
Fifteen minutes later, CIA Agents swarmed the tenth floor, guns drawn.
"Andy Blake, you're under arrest."
"Are you crazy? For what? I'm one of you."
Shannon stepped forward. "My mother never wore gloves. She's allergic to leather." She slapped his face. "Cuff him!
| Author Notes | Word Count 685 |
By Begin Again
Hattie loved to people watch. In forty years, she'd seen everything.
A nightly fixture at the bar, she owned the corner stool. The bartender served her favorite drink - creme de menthe and Irish whiskey.
"Are they younger or are we getting old?" she sighed.
"Old? Not a gray hair on your head," Frank grinned.
"Thanks to Clairol," she laughed.
Later, she toddled to the bathroom. Envious, she listened to the young girls' banter.
"I'm getting old." One stared at her reflection.
"No, it's the lighting," her friend assured.
Temptation tugged at Hattie's funny bone. She whispered, "It's the drinks. I was twenty-one when I first walked through the door."
| Author Notes |
Micro-flash fiction Word count 109
Suneagle's challenge intrigued me so after writing "Pirates and Boys", I wrote another one using creme de menthe. |
By Begin Again
The "Pirates of the Caribbean" credits played across the movie screen.
"Think I can be a pirate?" A patch covered Tommy's eye.
"We'll sail the high seas together, mate," Dad growled.
Outside the theater, snow blanketed the ground.
"Shiver me timbers; we've a fight on our hands."
"Incoming." Splat! Dad was down.
"Captain Jack Sparrow, how goes your command?"
"Load the ammunition. Fire away."
Tommy aimed and let one fly. Missed! He fired again.
The enemy returned fire.
Icy cold cannonballs ripped through the air amidst squeals of delight.
A bikini-clad girl adorned the billboard.
It read -- 'Welcome to Florida. Come have fun in the sun.'
| Author Notes |
Vacations are always filled with surprises....some more than others!
Word Count - 107 Pirates of the Caribbean Movie with Johnny Depp as Captain Jack Sparrow - Produced and owned by Disney Choose one only of the following themes and write a flash fiction story of between 100 and 110 words. The genre is your choice. Themes to choose from: cockroaches coconut palms cannonballs creme de menthe crazy customers at a candy counter Minimum length 100 words. Maximum Length 110 words. Recommended length 100 - 110 words. |
By Begin Again
Flickering flames danced as the crackling logs crumbled into red hot coals on the hearth. This warm, inviting spot was their favorite space to curl together, talking about current events or simply soaking in the love they shared.
Memories of their laughter filled her mind. Briefly, a smile fluttered across her lips as she imagined him holding her, whispering how lucky he felt to share his life with her. Times weren’t always easy but they faced life’s trials together and triumphed.
A tsunami of tears flooded her eyes. Her heart ached as grief reared its ugly head. Alone, she shivered.
By Begin Again
Lightning zigzagged across the sky. The wind whipped the tree branches against the window.
Clutching my blanket, I cried, "Mommy, I'm afraid." Panic vibrated through my six-year-old voice.
Mommy yanked the blanket from my head, scolding me, "Nonsense! You're a big girl. It's only a thunderstorm."
She shut-off the light and closed the door. Hugging my knees to my chest, I clamped my eyes shut and prayed, "Please help me, God."
Booming thunder rattled the house. I screamed, "I'm going to die! Please don't let me die."
Quiet settled over the room. Terrified, I slipped from the safety of my bed and inched toward the window, peering into the dark. The tree branches were still. I breathed a sigh of relief. The storm was gone. I thanked the Lord.
Moments later, the sound of a freight train roared through the darkness. The house rattled and moaned. The windowpane shattered. The howling wind tossed me across the room. I screamed and buried my head in fear.
Light flooded the room. A strong arm encircled my sobbing body. A voice soothed me.
"It's okay. I'm here." He kissed my cheek. "It's only a dream."
"I was remembering the tornado," I whimpered.
"I know, but you're safe." My husband stroked my hair and kissed away my tears. I was comforted.
| Author Notes |
Words - 219
Choose a topic from those listed below: a red balloon thunder Luigi's Pizza Restaurant financial advice the monster that watches you from the mirror Minimum length 200 words. Maximum Length 224 words. |
By Begin Again
The family gathered at the kitchen table.
"Can I help?" Tommy begged.
"You're too small." Ellen smiled. "Fingers out of your mouth."
"But --"
"You heard me."
"Yes, Ma 'am."
"Bean soup, again." His sister frowned.
"Be grateful we have it."
"Mr. Howard is sending ham bones tomorrow." Tommy's brother worked at the deli.
"Bless him."
"I'm babysitting this weekend," his sister offered.
Ellen knew her children did their best to help make ends meet.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Tommy prayed that night.
"Dear God, Mommy can't pay the rent. Can the tooth fairy help?"
He slipped his two front teeth under his pillow.
| Author Notes |
Word Count - 99
Humor is an important ingredient in life, I'm sure you agree with me. Sometimes humor pops up because of a misunderstanding. If you have an idea for a humorous write, just enter this contest. But please be original. Personal experiences are welcome. Word limit: 100. |
By Begin Again
The kingdom buzzed. Prince Gargoyle would choose a bride.
Every witch cast her favorite spell, hoping to be the fairest of all, as they danced and charmed him.
An ugly witch happily danced alone until the Prince approached.
He took her hand. "May I have this dance?"
Eyes downcast, she lifted her ragged dress and curtsied, exposing orange socks and combat boots.
Everyone snickered as the couple waltzed.
The clock struck midnight. He gazed into her eyes. "Cold hands, warm heart, you shall be my bride."
Everyone gasped.
Smiling, beautiful Drusilla removed her ugly spell.
They promised to live happily ever after and always wear orange socks!
| Author Notes |
Words - 107
Choose one of the following themes and write a flash fiction story of between 100 and 110 words. The genre is your choice. Themes to choose from: hummingbird a visit to a hypnotist the lizard wore a black hat orange socks chocolate chip cookies Minimum length 100 words. Maximum Length 110 words. Recommended length 100 - 110 words. |
By Begin Again
The old woman lay dying beneath the blanket, her breath barely audible.
A young girl knelt in prayer, hoping for a miracle.
The wrinkled hand trembled, touching her daughter. "I love you, my child."
A tear trickled down her cheek when death entered the room.
God granted one final good-bye.
By Begin Again
The dawning sun crested the tree tops. Its golden rays danced across the river. Spontaneously, I inhaled the crisp, sweet air. The chorus of chirping birds welcomed our day.
A murmur crossed my trembling lips. “Good morning, my love.”
I sensed more than felt your warm presence as your arms encircled me.
The ring of my cell phone crashed like thunder into our moment, and reality replaced my dream state.
You, my angel, were gone.
| Author Notes | Today is the 3rd anniversary of my husband's death and this is how we started today and most days. |
By Begin Again
The birds rejoiced. The sun warmed my skin as I admired the budding golden daffodils and bright red tulips. God's gifts blessed my morning, and happiness reigned.
My cell phone ring jarred me from my blissful state, and I answered the call.
"Hello."
A terrified voice screamed, "Mom, they've taken my kids."
"Who?"
An icy chill smothered my heart as I listened. A curtain of threatening clouds banished the sun's light.
I slumped into the deck chair. "Oh, Father in Heaven, please hear me. How did the hands of the devil touch our beautiful world and steal all hope again?"
| Author Notes | Life changes in a flash and we have no control. |
By Begin Again
Her eyes widened in fear as she felt the black leather glove cover her mouth and his warm breath against her neck. His left arm circled her waist as he pushed her against the car door.
She struggled. She whimpered, and he laughed sardonically. His lips brushed against her ear as he whispered, "Remember me?"
Cold metal touched her cheek. She stiffened. Her mind raced, trying to put a face to his voice.
Last week. Unjust accusations. His arrest. Mistaken identity. Too proud to apologize.
"Lucky for you, I don't hold a grudge. Consider us even." Satisfied, he walked away.
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