Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 06-14 through 06-20-2016

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Nonnaci. Thank you Nonnaci for our prompt photo!

The Mission

In a quick flash, I disappeared from earth and found myself traveling inside of a gigantic eye called Seeing Is Believing.

The surrounding area inside of the eye was bright with a smooth surface and cool to the touch.

I became part of the eye and floated among the planets. I no longer had a body, I was the eye!

I learned that others were on the same type of mission I traveled.

We saw the true meaning of life and discovered positive ways to make ours better.

Our mission was to learn, and take back the knowledge to our planet to share with everyone.

The future seemed very dim when I left earth, however, upon returning I was optimistic at how bright it could be.

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Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved


Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 06-07 through 06-13-2016

Broken Family

“That statue is broke, just like our family, ” cried Becky.

“Honey, we will be together again, just as soon as they rebuild the rooms on our house the fire destroyed,” Her mom said.

“Mommy, we can buy a tent to live in, then our family will not be broken any more,” Becky cried.

“That won’t work, sweetie.”

“Hi!  Mrs. Weldon, ” Mr. Johnson said. “I’m so sorry about your house burning.  May I speak with you for a moment?”

“Sure!  Shelly take Becky over there to see the other statues,” Mrs. Weldon said.

“Mrs. Weldon, I would like for you and your daughters to live in my cottage while they rebuild your house.”

“Thank you, but I can’t afford it.”

“There will be no charge.  I would appreciate you looking after it for me, and taking care of the vegetable and flower gardens.  I will be out of the country for six months.”

Mr. Johnson walked back to his car and heard the girls screaming with excitement, which put a smile on his face.

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Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved




Bus Ride

A long time ago when I was a teenager, I made my first trip to San Francisco, California.

I got on a bus, sat on the front seat and enjoyed the view as it carried us up and down hills.

The bus was  full when I got on, however after making several stops, the only ones left on the bus were two elderly couples and myself.

I can vividly recall the driver acting a little strange, falling forward on the steering wheel, the elderly people screaming loudly as the bus speeded down a steep hill, me dashing out of my seat when the driver fell sideways landing on the floor of the bus, and me sitting in the driver’s seat trying to push my foot on the brake pedal as hard as I could!

The bus continued speeding down the hill and I tried to steer it the best I could, however, it did swipe several vehicles along the way.

My knuckles turned white from squeezing the steering wheel, my feet cramping from pushing on the brake pedal, and my eyes were big as saucers by the time the bus got to the bottom of the hill where the road flattened out and I brought the bus to a complete stop.

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved



I welcome Ryleigh L. Torrington to be my guest post.  She is an inspiring young writer and enjoys writing short stories.


The Headless Horror

Once upon a time there were two eighteen year old girls having a sleepover in Maria’s apartment.

“Let’s have a pillow fight!” yelled Natalie.” “No, let’s watch TV.” said Maria”.

“Fine,  we can watch TV,” said Natalie.  So they decided to watch nature shows. All of a sudden they heard a bang in Maria’s living room. “What was that ?”  Natalie said in a scared voice.

“I don’t know,” Maria answered.

In high school they had heard rumors about The Headless Horror going   in apartments and homes  petrifying  you and wrecking things in your home.

” That sounded like my door!” said Maria.

They heard a crash in the living room! It sounded like vases and lamps falling to the floor shattering pieces of glass which  ricocheted off the floor.

Maria reached for the phone to call 911, but then the power went out. “What are we going to do now?” whispered Natalie in a petrified voice.

“Get under my bed!” whispered Maria.”

“Get under your bed,” Natalie said, still in a petrified and whispering voice. “Isn’t that the place  where most monsters look for their victims?”

“Just do it!” said Maria as she pushed Natalie under the bed following her.

A few seconds later they heard cracking coming from the staircase as a dark shadowy figure, short of a head, walked up the staircase into the guest bedroom. This gave the two girls time to plan how they were going to escape if the Headless Horror walked into the bathroom to search for them. They could run down stairs, out the front doors and drive the car to Maria’s  mom’s house and stay there until the police arrived to investigate.

“Try not to scream,” Maria said in a low scared voice.

They watched from under the bed as The Headless Horror walked straight into Maria’s room! Which  petrified them to the bone.

Then all of a sudden The Headless Horror looked in Maria’s closet (surprisingly not under the bed) and walked out of the room. This was their chance, so they ran down the stairs, out the front door, into Maria’s car, and drove to her mom’s house.

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Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner

Your Photo Prompt for Week #23 – 2016


The opening sentence for the June 2nd  Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: “It was instinct. I just let go of them.” Please use this sentence (or this thought) somewhere in your flash.

Egg Collecting

“Good morning, students,” Pipper said cheerfully.

“Today’s topic will be alligators.”

“I use to work on an alligator farm part-time.  My job was to help collect alligator eggs.”

“One afternoon I had picked up a handful of alligator eggs and all of a sudden, a large alligator appeared and hissed at me!  I dropped the eggs immediately.  It was instinct, I just let go of them.  Then, I quickly moved to another area of the marshes.”

“The alligator eggs are collected from the nests and hatched on the alligator farm.  When the eggs hatch on the farm, the alligators grow to about four feet in twelve to eighteen months and this helps them survive longer when  returned  to the wild.”

“However, when they hatch in the wild, it will take four to five years for them to grow four feet.”

“If the alligators are small, they are often times eaten by birds, snakes, raccoons, and other wetland creatures.  If they are large, they have a better chance of survival.”

“At one time they were an endangered species, but not any more.”

Words (181)

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved


Six Sentence Stories

This week’s cue is>>>>stall


Close Call

“Val, if you are ready to go with me to pick up the vehicle, drive the bank car to the front of the building and I’ll meet you out there after I get the file,” JC said.

“This is where he works and his vehicle is in front of the building, but unfortunately it’s parked right in front of the window!”  JC complained.

“I’ll go in, talk to him and stall him long enough for you to drive the vehicle away,” Val remarked.

JC quickly unlocked his vehicle with the key she had made, locked the door, tried to adjust the seat, but his legs are very long because she could barely push the clutch down to change the gears, however, she managed to scoot down enough to put them in reverse, and quickly backed out just as she saw the customer run out to his vehicle screaming at her.

Although she could barely see over the steering wheel since she could not adjust the seat, she managed to drive to the closest convenience store, park and adjust the seat.

Then, she called the police to inform them that she had repossessed the customer’s vehicle.

(this is based on a true story)

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved


Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 05-31 through 06-06-2016

Thank you Barbara Taylor for supplying our prompt photo this week!

Train Wreck

Allison sat on the bench enjoying the view of the city.

She was recalling the events of the previous week when Adam’s car stalled on the railroad tracks, his seat belt stuck, and a train coming.

He yelled for her to get out of the car, but she frantically tried to help him.

Adam pushed her toward the door and told her to run!

She ran, stumbled and hit her head knocking herself out. When she regained consciousness, she saw the car split in half.

Startled, she jumped when Adam touched her on the shoulder holding sandwiches and drinks for their lunch.

“What’s wrong Allison?  he asked.

“Nothing, I was just enjoying the view and feeling very grateful that you were able to get your seatbelt unbuckled in time to run for safety when our car stalled on the railroad tracks last week.

Words (141)

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved