Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge. Louise, with The Storyteller’s Abode, has provided our prompt photo this week. Thank you Louise. The challenge gives us a photo prompt and approximately 150 words with which we write our stories. It’s fun and addicting and all are welcome to participate. For more information, click here.


Molly’s husband, Troy, walked over to her and said, “penny for your thoughts.”

“I was just playing my favorite daydream in my head.  You know, the one with our children laughing and playing in the yard while we enjoy watching them.”

He slid his hands around her waist and pulled her close to him. “I’m so sorry the adoption of the two little girls fell through,” he said with pain in his voice.

“We have this big, beautiful house and it feels so empty without children,” she said.

The loud ring of the telephone made them both jump. Troy answered it,  spoke for a few minutes, then hung up.

“My dearest Molly, you and I will have our little family,” he said as he danced with her around the room.

The adoption agency had three little children that needed a home where they could stay together and not be separated.

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Wordle #80
“September 28, 2015”

1. Infection, 2. Pastel, 3. Cranberry, 4. Bony, 5. Atavistic, 6. Figure, 7. Exhale, 8. Copse,  9. Nebulous, 10. Menace, 11. Door, 12. Ichor ……Use at least 10 of the words to create    a story or poem.  The words can appear in an alternate form.  Use the words in any  order that you like.


Drake was in Philadelphia on a business trip and decided to look up an old friend.  He had not see Jordan Jones in over five years.

He was looking for building thirteen and it was nebulous outside so he couldn’t see very good.  The night air seemed colder than usual and each time he would exhale it looked like he was smoking.

When he found building thirteen there was a small copse almost hiding the door and the building appeared empty. He was about to pass by it and all of a sudden the door opened and five very strange people came out. They walked right past him like he wasn’t even there. Then, another person came out of the door pushing a bicycle and nearly knocked him down. Drake figured people like that were a menace to society. They didn’t care who they ran into.

He went in the building and was waiting for the elevator door to open and some old bony looking woman wearing a cranberry colored blouse and some type of  pastel colored slacks came from the staircase entrance. She had a terrible figure and looked like she had some type of infection all over her body.  Her skin was very pale.

Apparently, the elevator was not working so he had to climb the stairs.  After reaching the second floor apartment he knocked on the door. After a couple of knocks, he knocked even harder and the door opened up.  Much to his surprise, the apartment was empty.

He check on the other apartments and found that all the apartments in the building were empty!

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Sunday Photo Fiction – September 27th 2015

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.

123 09 September 27th 2015


“Look at that Milton, Freddy is bringing in two more of the Blue Devil Race cars,” Baxter yelled.

“Wow! I can’t believe they did it again, ” said Milton.

“Well, you know how the old saying goes,  ‘monkey see, monkey do’. “

“Sure, but it seems impossible for it to keep happening month after month.”

“Old man Freeman always insisted that his sons have everything alike.  It’s been that way since they were babies.  I guess, subconsciously, they are living up to that madness of his.”

“Sure, but wrecking cars the same color, on the same day, and the same race is what I’d call going overboard on the old man’s tradition.  I don’t care if they are twins, and have always had everything exactly alike, that’s just plain excessive!”

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This is my 100 word submission for the challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We are given a photo prompt and approximately 100-175 words with which we create our stories. This challenge is open to anyone who wishes to participate. To learn more, please click here.

FFfAW – Week of 09-22-2015

Thank you Graham Lawrence for our photo prompt this week! It is lovely!


Emma had always enjoyed painting, but today she could not bring herself to do it.  She dropped the brush from her hand, moved slowly to the swing in the flower garden and sat down.

Memories of her late husband, Joel, came flooding within her mind and she wept once more.

Joel always encouraged her to paint and loved to see her paint a butterfly in her paintings.

At the very moment she was thinking of him, a beautiful butterfly that had all the colors of the garden landed right on her hand.  She looked at it and suddenly felt a deep sense of love and encouragement in her heart.

That day she painted a picture of her flower garden and added a beautiful butterfly to it.

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Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle


1. Blue  2. Embankment 3. Caress 4. Sinew 5. Pelagic 6. Raw 7.Spoon 8. Cynosure

9. Sand 10. Reject 11. Organic 12. Cold

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem, the words can appear in alternate form,and use the words any order that you like.


“James, where are you taking me?” Annie asked.

“It’s a very special place,” he said.

“Do you mean some place like that crazy restaurant with the pelagic fish that they served on a frosted blue plate with the fish eyeballs looking at me?”

“Of course not silly, I knew you would reject that idea immediately!”

“Your right about that!  The spoon they gave me to eat my soup with was cold as an iceberg, like they got it out of the freezer and it was big enough to paddle a boat!”

“You said you wanted to go someplace different, right?”

“Sure, but how different?  I don’t want any raw fish this time.  You can forget about anything that is organic too because I’ve eaten enough of that stuff to keep me healthy for decades!”


“What now?”

“Why in the world are we sliding down this embankment?  It’s mostly made of coarse sand and now I feel like I have marbles in my shoes.”

“James!  You sneaky little devil, this is the most beautiful spot for a picnic that I have ever seen.  How did you get it all set up for us?  And, look at that gorgeous rainbow!”

He reached for her and slid his hands up her back in a slow caress that made her heart beat wildly.

“For you, my love, I can make anything possible.”

Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved





Thank you to Al Forbes for hosting Sunday Photo Fiction challenge and for supplying us with our prompt photo this week. Al provides us with a prompt photo and approximately 100-200 words with which we build our stories. The challenge is open to all who would like to participate and for more information, click here.

To read all the fabulous stories submitted for this challenge, click here.


Their last moments together was etched on her mind like an imprint of a hot branding iron.

Jake gave Skyler a very tender kiss, then handed her the rose bud he had held behind his back.  “I will find you, I promise, with all my heart,” he said with a strained voice.

She stumbled toward her parents as they encouraged her to hurry.  They needed to cross the border in the cover of darkness and they were running short on time.

The first time she met Jake he said he was struck by her radiant beauty, and said she was beautiful, like a budding rose.

Skyler and her parents ended up living on someones farm and it had been months since she had last seen Jake.

One afternoon as she leaned against an oak tree, she became startled when she felt a tap on her shoulder.  She quickly turned around and came face to face with Jake.  He gave her a warm hug, kissed her passionately and then handed her a beautiful rose bud.

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Take Me to the Moon.”

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Distance Is Not Always A Problem

I met the love of my life two weeks before he was to sent to Camp Lejeune, NC  He was in the Marine Corps and had been going to radio communications training in Norfolk, Virginia at the Naval base  learning the Morse code.

We met at a skating rink that use to use the facility as a dance floor after the skating sessions. Someone was there playing all those really nice 45 records so we could dance. He did not have a car and I was using one my parents had for my sister and I to use. We met at the skating rink twice and then went on our first date…to the drive-in (remember the outdoor movies) to see the movie Dr. No.  staring Sean Connery. He borrowed a car from a friend and it would not get out of 2nd gear, but it got us to where we wanted to go.

He left and went to Camp Lejeune and told me that he would come see me on the week-ends. (a four hour drive!) My thoughts were….sure he will…no car and 4 hours away! Plus, I had just met him two weeks before he left.

True to his word…he came on the weekends. The men use to meet at a certain area on the base and carpool and that is how he traveled every weekend. I would pick him up Saturday morning from the naval base where he stayed on the weekends and he would go back to Camp Lejeune by carpool, or I would take him to the greyhound bus station on Sunday afternoon and he would take the bus back to the base.

Three months passed and he went on a five month cruise. We wrote letters and when he came back he went home and bought a 1957 Chevy, stayed a couple of days with his parents and then came to Norfolk. I remember that night very well…my mother and I had stayed up and watched the news and a movie and were about to go to bed when we heard a knock on the front door (at 2 a.m. in the morning) . He had just gotten into town and rode by our house. He saw the lights on so he decided to take a chance and knock on the door.

A couple of months later, we got married. I was not quite 19 at the time and we needed my parents to sign for me to get married because back then you had to be at least 21 or have written permission from your parents. They liked him, what little they knew of him (they knew nothing about his family). However, they were against our getting married. They wanted us to wait until he got out of the service. (Saying that to a 20 year old and 18 year old who were in love and felt they were ready to get married….was like talking to the wall!)

We eloped. We only had to travel fifty miles to North Carolina …where the legal age was only 18.

We rented an apartment in Norfolk and he came home on the weekends for a couple of months, then he had to go on another five month cruise. I worked and shortly before he came back from the cruise, I went to a town fifty miles from the base and rented an apartment. We lived there for a couple of months and I could not find a job since they would not hire me once they learned that my husband was in the military. They knew I would not be there long.

We put our few items in storage and I went to live with my mother for five months while he was on the cruise. I found another apartment in the same town a couple of weeks before he returned. We were there for about five months and he went on another cruise and that time I stayed because we had a nice apartment and I had gotten a job with the help of our neighbor that lived in the apartment next to us.

When he returned we lived there several more months and then he got out of the Marines and we moved, bought a house, he went to college, and we started a family four years later.

We had our 50th wedding anniversary last year and now after 51 years we are still very happily married!

Aubrey and Jessie 50th Wedding Anniversary


FFfAW – Week of 09-15-2015

This story is my 119 word submission for the challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. In this challenge, we are given a photo prompt and approximately 100-150 words with which we use to create our stories.

Everyone is invited to participate in the challenge and to get more information, click here.


Seattle Slew said, “hurry up Assult, we don’t want to miss the introduction.”

“Where are Secretariat and Citation?” Assult asked.

“Here they come taking their own sweet time, as usual, ” Seattle Slew replied.

“What is this all about?” Assult asked.

“We are going to have a new member joining us this morning.”

“Do you know anything about him?”  Assult asked.

Seattle Slew said, “he is a little different.”

“In what way?”

“Well, It’s been said that he never drinks water.”

“Then what does he drink?”

“He always drinks wine.”

“What else?”

“His bridle is silver, his mane is gold, and no one knows the worth of his saddle.”


“His name is Stewball, and he was a race horse.”

 Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved



Sunday Photo Fiction – September 13th 2015

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words.

Thank you Al Forbes for this week’s photo prompt.

121 09 September 13th 2015


Sitting at the table, Rhonda stirs her coffee very slowly and takes in a few deep breaths.

“Mom! Toby is at it again,” Carrie yells as she rushes into the kitchen with a broken CD in her hand.

“What now,”  Rhonda asks?

“He broke my favorite CD! What do I have to do to stop him from being such a little brat?”

Later, while their parents are out having dinner, Carrie leans over Toby and says, “the green eye of the universe is watching you right now!”

Toby shrinks back further against the couch and stares at her with a look of panic.  He manages to whisper, “what does it look like?”

“It’s big, round, a beautiful shade of green, and extremely powerful!  It can see everything that is happening in this world and it is looking at you right this moment!”

Rhonda is amazed to learn that everything went well and Toby was already in bed sleeping when they got home.

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Jordan had a perfect day until she entered the parking garage and saw that the left front tire on her car was flat.

Her time of tribulation was just beginning when she looked in the trunk to see if the spare tire was good and she noticed the silhouette of someone in the shadows of her car.

She was about to make a hasty return to the parking garage elevator when a man grabbed her arm, told her to stop, and then said he noticed the flat tire and would help her with it.

He said his name was Brandon as he pulled out the spare tire, car jack, tire iron and began to change the tire.

Jordan was thinking that maybe her day would continue being perfect now that the tire would be replaced and especially by such a nice looking hunk of a man.

As soon as the tire was replaced, Brandon tried to force Jordan in the trunk, but she grabbed the tire iron, slammed it against his head just at the perfect angle causing him to drop to the pavement unconscious.

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