DISTORTED

FLASH FICTION FOR ASPIRING WRITERS CHALLENGE

This is my 100 word submission for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge, week of 09-08-2015. We are given a photo prompt and approximately 100-175 words with which we build our stories with.

Thank you Joy, for the photo prompt.

DISTORTED

“I need to go home now, ” Nikki said.

Eric replied, “please let me take you home.”

“No!” She said.

“But it’s dangerous Nikki!”

“Eric, I have to do it by myself eventually and today is the day.”

Nikki stood on her tiptoes, leaned toward him and gave him a very passionate kiss. “I will be just fine, Mr. Worry Wart,” she said, as she slowly moved away from him.

With shaking hands and beads of perspiration trickling down her forehead,  Nikki reached for the handrail and forced herself to step on the bus.  She was extremely fidgety, but managed to keep a smile on her face.

She got off the bus and felt like skipping and singing like a small child, so she did!

Standing in front of her apartment she called Eric and screamed with excitement, “Nikki is home safe and sound and she did not let the distorted view along the way stop her from getting here.”

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Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

 

MY HEART BELONGS TO YOU

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 centre around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story. This week’s photo is a big-rig.

Sunday Photo Fiction – September 6th 2015

big rig

Big-rig

MY HEART BELONGS TO YOU

Kentucky received a letter from his sister pleading him to come home before their mother passes away.

The night was frigid with snow covering the ground and the wind felt like sharp icicles penetrating Kentucky’s face.  He forced one foot in front of the other and kept his thoughts on getting back home.

A big rig drove up and came to a stop.  The driver said, “hey! young man, where are you headed?”

With relief written all over his face, Kentucky replied, “Dalton, Georgia.”

The man said, “climb in, I’m driving right through there.  My name is Johnson.”

Feeling the comfort of the heated cab and his feet already beginning to thaw out, Kentucky smiled and said, “my name is Kentucky, thanks for stopping.”

Shortly before reaching Dalton the cab’s tire blew apart flinging rubber everywhere causing the cab to slide, flip over and twist against the trailer.

Kentucky woke up in a hospital with his mother at his side.  She told him she loved him with all her heart.  She returned to the nursing home after she talked to him and she passed away a few days later.

Kentucky had major heart problems and  received a heart transplant from his mother.

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Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

 

KITCHEN

Wordle #76

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle

Wordle #76 “August 31, 2015″

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.

Sterile, Dull, Rivulet, Barley, Volitant, Phlegm, Embasan, Precarious, Sanatorium, File, Sombre, Soup

KITCHEN

Ryan worked in the kitchen at the sanatorium and every Tuesday it was his turn to make sure everything was sterile before making the week’s supply of barley bread and soup.

He thought his job was dull and working in such a somber kitchen did not help.  The heat from the stove always caused sweat to run in rivulets down his back.

The supervisor of the kitchen only allowed him to cook cream of mushroom soup even though there was a file full of all kinds of soup recipes.

There were always complaints from the patients about the mushroom soup causing them to have a lot of phlegm in their throat, however, their complaints fell on deaf ears with the supervisor of the kitchen.

Ryan was always tempted to disregard the rules and surprise everyone with a different kind of soup, but he knew that would place him in a precarious position with the supervisor and he would probably get fired.

Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

 

SKI VACATION

IT’S TIME FOR THE CUE OF THE WEEK FOR SIX SENTENCE STORIES!                           AND THE CUE IS CONTENT

SKI VACATION

 Maxwell and Sherry approached the ski lift and quickly got on.

The seat had gotten covered with snow so the ski operator asked if they wanted to change seats, but both Maxwell and Sherry told him they were quite content to just stay where they were.

The wind had increased and the visibility had also gotten worse as the snow began to fall faster.

When they were almost at the top of the mountain they heard a loud cracking sound and the seat they sat in broke loose, causing it to dangle to one side.

They quickly held on to each other tightly as they braced themselves with their feet, but slipped from the seat, fell out and landed on the side of the mountain just a few feet from the top of the mountain.

Both of them broke a leg and spent the rest of their ski vacation, feeling quite content just sitting in the lodge by the fireplace as they chatted with the other guests.

Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

DREAMS AND WISHES

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 09-01-2015 through 09-08-2015

DREAMS AND WISHES

The train pulled in and I saw her standing on the platform, just like I had envisioned.

As I slowly walked toward her, she looked up at me and smiled.  It was like we had never been apart.

We enjoyed lunch at our favorite restaurant and spent time reminiscing all the special moments we shared.

We were walking along the pond in the park just like we use to and I felt, somehow she knew this would be our last time together.

She said, “I love you without knowing, how, or from when.  When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.  I wish dreams were like wishes and wishes came true because in my dreams I’m always with you.”

I hugged her and said, “I will love you forever and like the moon and stars, may our hearts never part.”

With my wish fulfilled, I smiled as I faded away into the light.

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Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved