Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers…..

Week of 12-29 through 01-04-2016

This is a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less) and each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end. Therefore, no serial (continuation) stories. They become too complicated for our readers.



Our photo prompt has been provided by Sonya, with the blog, “Only 100 Words.” Thank you Sonya!


Many years ago there was a town known as Hateville, but the real name was Embrace because of all the love and kindness that use to exist throughout the town.

Things changed and there were robberies and murder every day.

Mayor, Tom Solution, met with ingenious engineers to develop something that could counteract the problem.

They developed the Green Kiss Of Love which towered over the town.

When someone tried to do anyone harm, the Green Kiss Of Love sent out waves of unconditional love to them.  The acts of hatefulness ended.

The town became known as Embrace once again.

Words (100)

Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved




As the final Sunday Photo Fiction, I thought I would choose a photo of what used to be a bamboo plant vase. If you want to take part in Sunday Photo Fiction, then just write a story or poem, with around 200 words in it. It can be less than 200, or more. If you are going to go over, please don’t take it too far over.

The story doesn’t have to revolve around the subject. There have been some stories in the past where the subject of the photo was the briefest of mentions in the tale.

136 12 December 27th 2015

Lucky Bamboo Stalks

“Maria, here comes that handsome young man again,” Mrs. Massey said.

“How do I look?” Maria asked anxiously.

“Dear, you look fabulous, as always!”

“Too bad he doesn’t seem to notice,” Maria complained.

“Well, I don’t understand why he doesn’t ask you out.  After all, he comes in here every week and I’m not sure he does it just to order flowers for his bosses customers.”

“I know, he talks to me all the time, but I never get asked out.  He knows more about me than I do myself!”

“Good morning, Maria,” Barron said.  “I need to buy an arrangement for a very special young  lady.  Can you help me?”

“Sure, I suggest the Lucky Bamboo Stalks.  They are lovely and have so much meaning when put together in an arrangement.  Two stalks, represents love, three happiness, five good health, and six represents more happiness.”

“Perfect!!  I’ll wait while you get it ready.”

That evening before Maria left work, a messenger handed her an arrangement of Lucky Bamboo Stalks with a note addressed to her.

She read….”Lovely Maria, would you allow me the honor of taking you to the Annual Ball next Saturday?  Anxiously waiting for your reply, Barron.”

Words (200)

 Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved


Traditional Feng Shui practitioners believe that the number of lucky bamboo stalks has meaning when put together in an arrangement, especially when given as a gift. Almost any number of stalks in a lucky bamboo arrangement imparts luck or fortune in some way.

Lucky bamboo placement is always a popular topic.  However, there is no particularly set location that one should place a lucky bamboo arrangement.  Simply choose a spot that helps balance the space.  Just putting it on your desk, will immediately bring life to your workstation and add vitality.


7 lucky bamboo – Seven is always thought of a lucky number

8 lucky bamboo – In Asian culture, the number 8 conveys luck of wealth.

9 lucky bamboo – conveys good fortune

21 lucky bamboo – encompasses all (health, happiness, wealth, and fortune)



 PHOTO PROMPT – © Scott L. Vannatter

PHOTO PROMPT – © Scott L. Vannatter


Spritz sat on the table staring at Rodger.

Rodger stared back and said,  “you, Spritz, are a very spoiled house cat! Those beautiful eyes will not change my decision to take you back to your previous owner.”

Spritz just sat there staring and purred ever so softly.

“You think I’m going to cave in don’t you?”

Spritz moved very slowly toward Roger and rubbed against his arm while looking at him.

Roger rubbed Spritz’s back very affectionately and said, “your right, I’m caving, I’m caving!

“You win!”

Words (79)

Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved




SIX SENTENCE STORY……  December 24, 2015



Sadie knocked on the door and said, “Todd, you have to get up and use the snow plow on the driveway this morning.”

“There’s not a snowball of a chance I’m doing that today after working so late last night!”

“You have to, the snow is do deep mom can’t get her car out of the driveway to go to the dentist today.”

Todd grumbled as he slowly got out of bed, showered, and went to the door to see how much snow he was going to have to plow away.

There wasn’t any snow accumulation and he screamed, “Sadie, I’m going to clobber you for this!”

She poked her head around the door laughing and said, “I finally pulled a real snow job on you this time Todd!”

Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved


Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 12-22 through 12-28-2015

This is a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less) and each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end.

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Etol Bagam. Thank you Etol for the beautiful prompt!

Singing In The Rain

Melissa was walking under a pink umbrella and singing her favorite song, “Singing In The Rain.”

She heard a voice and it sounded like it came from the umbrella.

“Your wish is my command.”


“You requested it, Melissa.”

“Requested what?”

“To sing in the rain!”

“You heard my thoughts!”


“Wow! That’s pretty scary.”

“Do you know what I’m thinking ?”

“Yes, you think this is a dream.”

“Is it?”

Jake jumped out from behind the fence with a huge smile on his face and said,  “Yes, a dream come true, sweetheart, you can wake up now.”

“Melissa, why are you looking at me that way?”  Jake asked as he entered the bedroom.

She smiled, sweetly and said, “because you always make my dreams come true, dear.”

Words (ll9)

Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved






This is A Keeper

“I grew up with practical parents. A mother, God love her, who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then reused it. She was the original recycle queen before they had a name for it. A father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones.”

“Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away.”

“I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dishtowel in the other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep. “

“It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there’d always be more. “

“But then my mother died, and on that clear summer’s night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn’t any more. “

“Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away … never to return. So … While we have it … it’s best we love it … And care for it … And fix it when it’s broken … And heal it when it’s sick. “

“This is true. For marriage … And old cars … And children with bad report cards … And dogs with bad hips … And aging parents … And grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it.”

“Some things we keep. Like a best friend that moved away or a classmate we grew up with.” 

“There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special … And so, we keep them close! “

“Good friends are like stars … You don’t always see them, but you know they are always there. Keep them close! “





Sunday Photo Fiction – December 20th 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 centre around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.

135 12 December 20th 2015


“Bella, don’t tell me you left your coat at school again!”

“I’m sorry dad, we were outside and I got too warm, so I took it off.”

“Bella, you have to to be more responsible.  You are always leaving things everywhere and losing them.”

“I’ve bought you so many things lately!”

“Santa Claus is watching you and he’s checking that list to see who’s been naughty or nice.  I bet it includes watching how you are so careless with your things lately.”

“Dad, do you think Santa Claus will bring me the Tiny Tears doll I want so much?”

“It sure looks doubtful right now, considering what I just told you.”

“But, I’ll get better now dad!”

“You tell that to Santa when you see him at the mall today, he’s in charge of giving out the toys!”

“Hi! Ralph.  How was your job playing Santa Claus this year?”

“I talked with Bella as she cried while telling me she felt she needed to give her friend, Darcy, all those things you said are missing.”


“Darcy’s mother is disabled and they are barely existing on her disability check.”

“Bella is a real sweet and caring soul, Jim.”

CHRISTMAS MORNING…..Bella finds a Tiny Tears doll under the tree.

Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved



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The Picture

“Jill, have you seen mom?  I can’t find her, ”  Carrie said.

“She is in the garage looking in some of the boxes.”

“Why?  There’s nothing out there but a couple of boxes of junk.  Most everything had been destroyed in the fire.”

“She wants the picture of the house.”

” What picture?”

“You know, the one  taken from the kitchen shortly before the electrical storm.”

“Why would she want to bring back old memories of that?”

“Because that’s all she has left of the past.  You know how much she loved that house and working in the kitchen.  She has fond memories of cooking, singing, watching us through the window play in the yard, and looking out for dad to come home.”

“Yes, I remember, those were the good old days.  We were a family, a very happy family and I really miss that part of our life.  But, it’s over now and we have to keep moving forward in life no matter what happened in the past.”

“Sure, I know, and mom knows too, but the picture is something that she can hold on to and it kind of lets her keep a part of the happy times.”

“Jill, do you still have that picture of Rob?  The guy you got your first kiss from when you were thirteen?”

“I sure do!”

“It has a sentimental value to you right?”

“Yes, it does.”

“Now, do you understand why mom wants that picture of our house?”

“I understand completely, thanks for enlightening me.”

Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved