Flash Fiction For The Purposeful Practitioner….Wk #11    2016


Shining Star

“This is where it will be,” Roland said.

With a look of disbelief, Parker remarked, “but this is in the middle of no where.”

“Think about it.  There is a major airport a few miles away and also, an   intersection of major highways.”

“It will be a shining star.  There will be a combination of signature retail and attractions to create an outstanding entertainment venue.  It will become the most visited destination in the United States.”

“Build it, and they will come.”

“There will be over 400 stores and work for more than 10,000 employees, outdoor activities, movie theatres, and even a roller coaster.”

“It will be an ideal place for vacations, weekend getaways, honeymoons and tourists will come from other countries to take in the sights.”

“I can vision forty million visitors!  It will generate at least two billion each year in economic impact for the state.”

“We will call it The Mall Of America.”

Words (156)

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved



SIX SENTENCE STORY   …     March 10, 2016….cue  second



“Dennis, come in the house before it starts to rain.”

“I’ll be there in a second, mom.”

“Dennis, your second is up.”

“Look at yourself, Dennis, you are soaking wet!”

“I know, I got soaked from the rain.”

“That’s because you waited until the second time I called you before you came in!”

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Flash Fiction For The Purposeful Practitioner   …week #10  2016

This is my 197 word submission for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner, hosted by Roger Shipp. He provides us with a photo prompt and approximately 200 words with which we create our stories.

Sentence….”I know it’s only been three weeks……


Letter To Dad

Dear Dad,

I know it’s only been three weeks, but it feels like three months since you left.

I don’t understand why people have to start a war.  They should find a way to get along with each other.

I miss you so much, dad. We always have fun together.  I don’t have a lot of fun anymore.  Mom works at the factory and I have to go with her.  I stay in the snack room or find something to do outside in the back of the factory.

Mom told me to remember all the good times we had together when ever I feel lonely and upset.  So, as I look out the window, I see us in the 3 legged race at the picnic, and mom is on the sidelines cheering us on.

We hop and giggle, and we are having a blast and we want it to last, then we finish last.  We laugh even more!

The factory manager gave me a puppy today!  We can play outside together.  She’s such a sweet puppy, so I named her Lollipop.

I love you dad, and will write every day, and keep my memories close by.       Heidi

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved


Six Sentence Story    Cue…Post


My Job

Times like this is when I really hate my job.

I had no choice, but to leave him there clinging to the porch post with anger and tears in his eyes, and a look pleading me to take him with me.

There was no evidence of abuse, reports of neglect, or anything unusual going on.

I reluctantly drove away with a fear of my own, and that was the fact that my intuition told me he was in grave danger.

After driving ten minutes, I circulated back and went up to the porch, saw his father through the window, and he was forcing Jared’s head under the water in the kitchen sink.

I immediately banged on the window, he let Jared go, and the social service agents and police arrived after my hasty call to them.

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved




Use ten or more:

enough, kiss, threat, run, dream, scarlet, jump, touch, group, bell, mist, cross



Scarlet dreamed about becoming a cross-country athlete.

She joined a group of girls that practiced how to jump and run at lighting speed, but it wasn’t enough for her so she practiced alone as well.

Her first important race was close to being canceled due to a threat of bad weather.  There was a heavy mist in the air, but the race was not canceled.

She ran faster than the other girls and never missed jumping the hurdles.

As she touched the finish line the love of her life was there to present her with the gold trophy and give her a kiss to congratulate her on living out her dream.

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved



Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 03-01 through 03-07-2016

This week’s photo prompt is provided by

Firing Back

Marcus loved playing the guitar, but he wasn’t very good . In fact, he was terrible!  He knew his playing was rough on the ears, but that didn’t stop him from trying.

He practiced every day, took lessons and his instructor almost gave up on him, but didn’t have the heart to refuse teaching him.

His own brothers had little hope for him and made fun of him trying so hard.

Marcus told them that he would become a star one day and they would not be invited to his grand performance.

Sure enough, his persistence paid off and he became very popular, sold thousands of records and proved to his brothers that he knew what he was talking about.

He did however, invite them to his grand performance.

Words (127)

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A Squirrel’s Communication

I drove around a curve and saw a truck that had flipped over. The driver was lying on the ground, and I could see that he was dead.

I heard a screeching noise and saw a small squirrel sitting on top of a fence.  It looked like it was screaming at me as it moved its head and body back and forth and it looked over to an area of bushes.  That really got my attention!

I quickly went to that area and saw a woman lying on the ground. I checked to see if she was breathing and she slowly opened her eyes, but said nothing.  She moved her hand in the direction of the truck.

I looked over and saw a small arm protruding from the window. There was a child still strapped in a car seat.  As I reached in to get him out, he began to cry.

After calling 911, the police, ambulance and fire trucks arrived. I looked for the squirrel and it was still sitting on the fence, but was very docile and just stared at what was happening.

Words (186)

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Written for Sunday Photo Fictioneers. Requirements: Using the photo prompt, create a 200 word flash fiction story.


Wordle #99  February 29, 2016

Strange, Temerity, Luxury, Know, Suitcase, Frequent, Jettison, Famish, Junction, Kinesthesia, Hold, Stale

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.

Vacation Plans

“Donna, do you know the name of that luxury ski lodge we stayed at last year?”  Colin asked.

“Do you mean the one with the strange employee that regretted his temerity when he dropped my suitcase down the stairs, laughed when I mentioned being famished, and left those stale peanuts in our room?”

“Yes! That’s the one.  I want to make sure I don’t make reservations there.”

“Jim and Jane  stay at the Junction Function on a frequent basis and they love it.  Let’s stay there.  Hold on a minute, I’ll find their telephone number.”

“Do you need the Alaska Cruise Line telephone number too?”

“No, I’ve already booked our cruise tickets and remember you can’t take too many suitcases or they will have to jettison them to insure the ship doesn’t get weighted down and cause it to sink!”

“Very funny, Colin!”

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved