Johnnie and Alfie

“Johnnie, let’s cut through here to get to the store,” Alfie said.

“This is not a good neighborhood, Alfie.  It’s dangerous to walk through it.”

“Come on Johnnie, just this one time.”

“Alright, but we better be careful.”

“We don’t have far to go now, but we have to pass that man standing by that car,” Alfie said.

“Let’s walk fast,” Johnnie remarked.

The man stepped in their path and blocked them from moving forward and said, “where are you going?”

“To the store,” Alfie answered.

The man said, “no you’re not, you are both coming with me.”

Johnnie yelled, “run Alfie, run!”

They started to run, but the man grabbed Alfie’s arm and pulled him toward the car.

Johnnie turned in time to see Alfie kicking and screaming as the man forced him into the car.

Johnnie raced to the store and told the first person he saw what had happened.

Minutes later a police officer came and Johnnie described the man’s old junkie looking car, and remembered the large tatoo of old tools on the man’s arm.

Within thirty minutes, the police arrested the man and Alfie was found unharmed.

Copyright © 2017 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved




Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 04-25 through 05-01-2017

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

Table 19

“John, every time we come in this little cafe, I see that table over there with two paper cups and the number 19 on it. Is there a reason for it?”  Alexis asked.

“Yes, the owners always served two children at that table and they always ordered two small cups of tea.”

“You said served, what happened to them?”

“They were on a camping trip and killed in an accident.”

“Were they real close friends of the owners?”

“No, they were their son and daughter and they had always sat at that table and use to  pretend they were customers.”

“Their parents can not bring themselves to get rid of table 19 or serve anyone there.”

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Aaron slowly walked along the rocky landscape as he scanned the water for any sign of a ship or boat.

Part of his boat was still intact after a storm pushed it to shore, but it was not seaworthy.

He spent three days exploring the island and trying to decide what he would do if no one came for him.

He had used all of his supplies that were on his boat and only had a few things left in his backpack.

Using tree limbs and his cigarette lighter, he built fires in hopes of attracting attention from a ship or plane, but the few that came by, did not see the fire.

Once again, he built a fire in hopes of someone seeing it, and to keep warm.

The fire was in full blaze when a helicopter flew over the area, and he knew he would finally be rescued.

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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 04-18 through 04-24-2017

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


“Mom! That old wagon in the back of our house moved several feet,” Millie said.

“That’s impossible. It has been in the same spot for a decade.”

“But, I saw it move!

“No, it’s just your imagination working over-time,” her mother said.

Millie came home from school in time to see a few men working around the old wagon and they moved it several hundred yards, then left after not being able to moved it any further.

She heard her mother come in the room.

“Mom! The wagon moved again,” she said.

“Oh sure! Millie.”

“Seriously mom!  Look out the window.”

Her mother walked over to the window and let out a loud gasp! “What? How can that be?” she asked.

Millie said, “I guess your imagination is working over-time also mom!”

Then she laughed before telling her mother what really happened.

Words (141)

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Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner



Do they see me?  Do they know how much I want to cross this fence?

I’ve heard about the other side.  My parents tell me that one day things will be different.  We will go to the other side, but It will take a long time.  How much is a long time?

Some of my friends have gone over there, and I don’t know what happened to them. Did they make it over there safely?  Will I ever see them again?

Why doesn’t everyone get to go?  Why do they try to keep us on this side of the fence?

I want to know what it looks like over there.

“Olie, you and your friend come away from the fence!” his brother said.

Olie and Teran walked away from the fence, but Olie kept looking back.  He had so many questions to ask and one day he would make sure they got answered!

Words (149)

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SIX SENTENCE STORIES        cue…entrance

Photo..courtesy of Pixabay

Memorable Event

Julie was nervous, excited, scared and yet, looking forward to the event.

She was now ready  to experience the greatest day of her life.

She had her dress purchased, food ordered, flowers and now stood by the door anxiously waiting for the cue to enter the room.

The  moment arrived and she was given the cue to make her grand entrance.

She proudly entered the room, stumbled on the carpet, lost one shoe, fell sideways, hit the table full of refreshments, fell face first into the punch bowl, and landed on the floor with a look of horror, a feeling of complete distress, and the wish to simply disappear!

Unfortunately, it was not the greatest day of her life, but she had hopes that it would be the worst!

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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 04-04 through 04-10-2017

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yarnspinner. Thank you Yarnspinner!

The Cellar Experience

Carlton and Savannah woke up to the odor of smoke.

The trees were burning and the fire moved quickly with the wind in the direction of their house.

They rushed to the children’s room and met them racing down the hall with large frightful eyes. Alex was desperately trying to hold  their puppy as he squirmed in his arms.

Carlton hurriedly ushered everyone down stairs to the cellar.  He knew they would not have time to escape the fire..

It was dark in the cellar, but he had a flashlight he always kept by the door.

They huddled together waiting, praying and hoping for help to arrive in time.

Carlton’s mother had notified the fire department when she did not hear from him. She knew they could be in danger when she heard about the fire.

The fire trucks arrived, put out the fire and everyone rescued.

Words (158)

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