This is in response to a weekly challenge hosted by Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The goal is to write a story between 100-150 (give or take 25 words) based on the provided photo. 

This is a continued mini series:

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Thank you Donna  M. Miller for this week’s photo prompt.

“Friends Talk”

DeeGee and Marla sat on the back porch watching the sunset.  It was a beautiful night and the sun was filtering through the trees and reflecting on the pond.

Marla asked about the two super attractive men DeeGee was talking to at the restaurant.  DeeGee told her they were new in town and had arrived on the five o’clock train.  They had seemed genuinely interested in her and had asked a lot of questions. She just felt comfortable talking with them.  They reminded her so much of her parents. She had given them her nickname and her real name.

Marla told her she should tell her parents about these strangers, but DeeGee absolutely refused to since her parents were always so protective of her.  She told Marla it was time for her to make her own decisions about who her friends, or boyfriends would be.

She laughed at the possibility of maybe one day marrying someone with the same last name as hers.

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Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved


“The Ride”


It was a perfect day to spend some time exploring their new hometown.  The Martin’s had moved into their new home, but had been unable to do anything except move furniture around, unpack dozens of boxes and make trips to the local home improvement store for various items. 

Unfortunately, the day turned out to be anything but perfect!  John , Arlene and their son, Tommy, left home shortly after breakfast and drove to the amusement park.  They wanted to let Tommy enjoy some of the children’s rides since he had been spending most of his time entertaining himself while they unpacked boxes.

Tommy was jumping up and down, smiling from ear to ear, while running from one ride to another. He seemed to have more energy than the Energized Bunny!  They decided to let him ride the rolling cars before leaving since there was a threat of rain and the wind had begun to get a little stronger.

Just as the ride started in motion, it had begun to rain and there was very loud thunder and a sudden flash of lighting. People were running in all directions to get cover from the rain.  The operator of the car ride slowed it down, but it was still moving. There was a sudden sound of metal crushing. The cars had jumped the track and a few children had been thrown out.

John and Arlene were frantically looking for Tommy and they found him half hanging out of the car.  He was bleeding and unconscious.

The medics had arrived very quickly and carefully put Tommy on a stretcher while John and Arlene helplessly stood by watching. Arlene rode in the ambulance with Tommy to the hospital while John followed in his car.

John and Arlene were pacing the floor in the emergency room while waiting for the doctor to come tell them about Tommy’s condition.

Forty-five minutes passed before the doctor came out and told them Tommy had suffered a severe head injury.  Tommy would recover, but he would need to stay in the hospital for several days.  The accident was extremely traumatic for him.

A week passed before John and Arlene were able to take Tommy home with them.  He had recovered fairly well, but was not talking like he was  before the accident. He hardly spoke at all and he didn’t seem to want to communicate with them very much.

The doctor had suggested John and Arlene contact an agency that had comfort dogs. The dogs had been trained to help people overcome their traumatic experiences by keeping the patient calm and bonding with them.

The first few times when Tommy’s comfort dog came to visit him, he did not respond, however, eventually he began to look forward to the visits. He was relaxed and really enjoyed each visit. He also began to talk more and became more active.

Tommy made a full recovery from his injuries and the traumatic experience,  and John and Arlene were so grateful to have Tommy talking non-stop once again. It was like music to their ears.

Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved.



This is in response to a weekly challenge hosted by Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The goal is to write a story between 100-150 (give or take 25 words) based on the provided photo. 

This is a continued mini series:

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Chapter 2       Permalink:

Chapter 3       Permalink:

Chapter 4       Permalink:

Chapter 5       Permalink:


Thank you Vanessa Rodriquez for this weeks photo prompt.


Damon and Garnet arrived at Millbra train station and as they stepped on the platform there was a small pigeon sitting in front of them.

To Damon and Garnet it was a message for them.  They had arrived to the town where they should settle down.  They traveled from town to town for ten years.

While having lunch in a small restaurant, they met a young woman named DeeGee. She told them her real name was Donna Georganna.  Her parents liked calling her DeeGee because it reminded them of her twin brothers who were missing for sixteen years and it gave them comfort to call her DeeGee.

When they asked her what her last name was, she said Taylor. Damon and Garnet drew in a large breath of air, looked at each other with raised eyebrows and questionable eyes as they wondered if this young woman was possibly , just possibly, their sister!


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From My Memory Bank


When I was fifteen years old my parents sent my sister and I to our Aunt Mary’s farm to stay for a month. I learned a different kind of lifestyle. We lived in the city and things were not as modernized at our Aunt’s house.

Aunt Mary lived in an old rustic, wooden house.  The kitchen was separate from the main house, and there was a long narrow porch leading to it.  There was a large, round well by the front porch of the house. This, of course, was the only source of water.  There was no indoor plumbing of any kind, no air condition, and there wasn’t even a single fan in the house.  However, there was electric lighting.

All lights were the kind that you put a light bulb into a fixture attached to the ceiling.  I always hated this type of lighting. They provided enough light to see, but it did nothing for the comfort of the room.

As for the bathroom, it did not exist.  You had to take a bath by using a large bowl of well water and a wash cloth!  Oh! There was some store-bought hand soap to use.  Naturally, there was no toilet either.  When you had to relieve yourself, you walked outside to the out-house.  Now, this was an experience I could definitely have done without!  It was old, weathered and extremely small. There were cobwebs, and of course, spiders in there. After sunset, you had to rely  on a chamber pot.

Aunt Mary always made some really delicious meals.  She cooked the food on a wood stove and the heat radiating from it made the kitchen almost unbearable.  I was fortunate enough to not be included in helping prepare the meals.  In fact, I stayed as far away from the kitchen as I could get, except of course, when it was time to eat!  I did my share of that!

I remember her fried chicken and biscuits as being the best.  The chicken was always fresh since it was killed and cooked on the same day.  Aunt Mary had chickens roaming all over the front yard and back yard.  She would take one and wring its neck, then pluck out the feathers and prepare the meat to fry in her large , black cast iron skillet.

My days consisted of getting up at five in the morning and leaving the house by five thirty to go to work.  I went to different farms to hand tobacco.  There were always three people on each side of a small trailer which held the freshly cut tobacco leaves.  One person stood behind them and took the tobacco leaves from them after they took one out of the trailer and put it behind their back. It was then tied to a long, narrow wooden board.  The boards were hung in a barn so the leaves could dry and turn brown. After the leaves dried , they were processed into loose tobacco.

The day of handing tobacco did not end until all the trailers were empty, which was usually around three thirty or four in the afternoon.  After work I went back to Aunt Mary’s house, and after dinner I went with my sister and cousin to the local teen center where everyone went dancing. We usually stayed to dance and talk with our friends until almost midnight.

I learned a lot that summer. Life was harder there and certainly lacking the things I had always taken for granted.  I had become more appreciative for the life style I was use to and had a better understanding of the other type of life style.

Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved


Friday Fictioneers is a flash fiction challenge which asks us to write a story in no more than 100 words from the photo prompt kindly provided by the host, Rochelle Wisoff Fields. To join in with the challenge, or find out more about it, just follow the link to Rochelle’s blog.

Here is this week’s prompt . . .

Thank you Roger Bultot for the photo prompt.

“In Charge”

The wind was in charge that day!

Rodney tried to get the fire under control, but he was no match against the force of the wind. Everything had burnt to a crisp. He was sure Ellie would be furious with him.

Indeed, Ellie was furious!  She had planned the back-porch cook-out for weeks.

Everyone stood by while the firemen battled the blaze as they watched their dinner being destroyed.

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This is in response to a weekly challenge hosted by Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The goal is to write a story between 100-150 (give or take 25 words) based on the provided photo. 

This is a continued mini series:



Thank you to for your public use photos and our prompt photo.


Garnet had not persuaded Damon to stay away from the house where the kidnapping took place.  It had been vacant for over five years.  The pain on Damon’s face was agony.

Garnet read an article on the library’s computer stating the owners had sold the house.  They were so distraught over the kidnapping, they could not continue living in their house which held such intense memories of that tragic night.

They had only kept a framed photo after the house was sold.  It was an elegant picture of a large bird flying in front of lush, green mountains.  The photo was taken from the deck of a cruise ship the family was on. It was their last vacation together, and the photo was a reminder of all the extraordinary experiences the family had.

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Photo by Jessie Cross

“The Message”

Tuskan was enjoying a peaceful afternoon meal until he heard his name being called.  The voice he heard was loud and had a certain pitch of panic in it.  He looked up just as his friend Edwin was approaching him.

Edwin could barely talk as he urged Tuskan to follow him.  They hurried outside and Tuskan saw the train disappear as it rounded the curve of the tracks.  Then he noticed the woman laying beside the tracks.

According to Edwin the woman had been thrown from the train as it passed by the house. She was lifeless and clutching a piece of paper in her hand.  Tuskan reached down and took the paper, unfolded it and began to read the message written on it.

My dearest darling, you know how much I love you.  We have been together for many, many years and I can not bear the thought of my losing you.  I have always felt we belonged together and I would do anything to keep it that way.  So, my darling, when you read this letter we will soon be together once again.  My friend promised he would take care of all the arrangements. 

Edwin said he remembered seeing this woman and her husband at one of the local restaurants where they worked. The husband had gotten ill and passed away just a few weeks ago.

Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved


Response to a challenge by Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers..Week  04-08-2015

This will be a continuing mini series:

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Chapter 3 Clown House….Permalink:

Chapter 4:


Thank you Dawn M. Miller for providing the prompt photo.


Garnet and Damon stood by the mailboxes staring at the house.  The moment Garnet glanced over at Damon, he knew for certain that they had found the right house.

Damon’s face was wet from his tears as he looked at the two small wind chimes hanging from the porch.  He was vividly reliving his kidnap that took place eight years ago.

He was abruptly awakened when a large hand clamped over his mouth and nose.  He struggled for breath and his heart was fiercely pounding as he was taken from the room.  He was rapidly kicking his feet, but became restrained even more tightly.  He heard the faint sound of his favorite wind chimes for the last time.

That was the night his childhood was carelessly tossed aside and replaced by a very rigorous life in the militia.

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Mondays Finish The Story  04-06-2015



Thank you Barbara W. Beacham  for this photo prompt.


Once upon a time in a land far, far away was a mysterious body of red water.

People traveled from miles away just to come soak in this beautiful red water.  It was so invigorating and caused their body to become completely relaxed as tiny red bubbles swirled around them.  All of their aches and pains disappeared in just one hour.

It was so popular they decided to give it a special name.  Hence, it became known as The Red Water Natural Healing Spa.  Accommodations were built so visitors were able to sleep and eat there when spending more than one day at the spa.

Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved.



It was very late at night and I was just beginning to close the vegetable store.  I had turned off all the lights when I heard a lot of conversation going on.  It startled me!  At first I thought it was my imagination, but the conversation I heard got louder and everyone seemed to want to talk at the same time.

It sounded like some type of plot to gang up on someone.  I was careful not to disturb them because I needed to find out as much information as I could.

This is what I heard….Alright, since I am in charge of this group, I want to make sure everyone is here.  Everyone will incorporate together.  Do all family members agree?  Yes! Yes!  O. K., Tom your family will come in first, Paul, yours will be next, then the Garret family, Coen, Owen, Sel, and the Base family.  Then, we will have some of Saul’s family and a few of Grounds’s family.  Giant, you will be in charge of making sure everyone blends together real well.  If everyone works together you will be out of here by tomorrow afternoon.  As for me, I will stay and work with the next group of families.

I was quite intrigued with what I heard.  I needed to find out who was doing all of this, and what were they actually going to do.

Tall, was the spokesperson.  I thought that was a strange name for someone.  He told everyone to give their full name before entering his pot.

Now, things really got “heated up” as I heard all the family member names!  There was Tom Tomato, Paul Potato, Garret Carrot, Coen Corn, Owen Onion, Sel Celery, Base Basil, Saul Salt, Ground Pepper and then Giant Spoon.

Wow!  I knew right then that it was the Soup People, and surprisingly enough, I woke up from my dream feeling very hungry!


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