THE TAYLOR PROJECT

FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2017

WEEK #21

Shovel

The Taylor Project

“Ralph, is the Taylor project almost finished?” his supervisor asked.

“No!  We have been working on it for a long time, but it seems like we are getting no where with it.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because the hole is not getting any deeper. “

“That’s impossible!”

“I know, but I have the depth checked every few days and it never seems to change.”

“Let me measure it and see what I come up with.”

“Sure, go ahead, but you will get the same answer I got.”

Jackson got to the site late in the afternoon after the crew had already left to go home. He stepped toward the hole and the ground shook, he heard a grumbling noise, the area felt cold and he was having trouble breathing. He thought he heard a strange voice warning him to go away and he rushed to get back to his car feeling weak and beads of sweat dripped from his head , his body shook, and he could barely get in his car.  As he drove away he thought he saw a huge black mass of clouds hovering over the construction site.

“What did you find out when you checked the site yesterday?” Ralph asked.

“Nothing, but I’ve decided to close the project and have everyone work on the Monroe project.”

Copyright © 2017 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

WHO AM I

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 05-16 through 05-22-2017

his week’s photo prompt is provided by loniangraphics. Thank you for our photo prompt!

WHO AM I

I slowly opened my eyes, looked around and could see tubes leading from a hanging bag down to my arms.

A machine near my head broke the silence in the room every few seconds.

A woman dressed in white walked into the room and spoke to me.  She called me Anna.

I tried to think of my name, but nothing came to mind!  Could I be Anna?

A man walked in dressed in white also. He told me I had come in contact with an unusual plant, white, and very poisonous.

I learned that I was in a hospital, the woman in white was a nurse, and the man was a doctor.

The doctor told me my memory had been profoundly affected and there would be a lot of things I could not remember.

He did, however, assure me that within a few days, my memories would be restored.

Words  (156)

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A SIMPLE MEAL

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 05-09 through 05-15-2017

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

A Simple Meal

A perfect place for the meeting.

A beautiful day, table set, atmosphere perfect, and privacy beyond measure.

He arrived on time ready to complete the transaction.

I watched as he gleefully placed the paper in front of me and handed me his pen.

I carefully moved it aside and asked that he please share one more meal with me.

He hesitated briefly, but graciously accepted my offer.

The meal was served and he ate in haste.

So sad, he rushed to end his life with just a simple meal.

Words ( 89)

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STARTING POINT

FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2017

WEEK #20

tree

STARTING POINT

“Jared, what are you thinking about?  You keep staring at that tree outside,” Matt said.

“I love looking at that tree because it reminds me of happier days.  Days when I was carefree, and living life with great expections for myself.”

“You can get the happy days back, Jared.”

“No, I’ll never get those days back.”

“You can have happy days like that again.  Just keep striving for better, and you will accomplish your goals.”

“My goal right now is to get out of this place and live a better life!”

“Yes, and now you must work toward that!”

“We can work on it together, Jared. I have the same goal and I think it’s time to sign up for those class’s that are being offered to us, ” Matt replied.

“I believe you are right, Matt! Let’s make it happen! We can talk to the warden today and start working toward our goal.”

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CHICKEN

SIX SENTENCE STORIES         Cue….chicken

CHICKEN

Katie heard Josh and Damon laughing about playing the chicken game.

“Josh, are you ready for the big day tomorrow?” Damon asked.

“Yes, my car is in great shape and hard to destroy and I heard yours is also.”

Katie screamed at them for being so childish for planning another year of putting their life in danger.

They just laughed at her and told her they would see her at the track in the morning.

Katie was so upset she didn’t sleep all night and raced to the track the next morning only to find out the race would be with small electric cars, not their real cars!

Copyright © 2017 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

 

STARTLED

MindLove Misery’s Managerie

Photo challenge #163

Use above image as inspiration for a poem or short story.

Alternatively,

If you are an artist or photographer, use this as an opportunity to showcase your own work.

You have 1 week to complete this challenge.

Please credit the artist!

Drawing by:  Jessie Cross

STARTLED

I had an appointment to see someone about renting an apartment.

I parked my car and began walking up the street.  The apartment was in a basement of the building and I proceeded down some steps to get to the door.

There were two apartments labeled A and B, but I was not sure which one I was to go to.

It was a cloudy day and the area was dark.  As I turned toward apartment A, there was a loud noise that sounded like a gun being fired.

It startled me and my stomach felt like it was turning somersaults!

I hurriedly hid behind a large flower-pot when I saw the door of apartment B opening.

A  tall guy with bushy hair stormed out and started toward the stairs until he saw me crouched behind the flower-pot.

He suddenly turned towards me with a gun pointed at me, then a woman bleeding from her side came out the same door and fired a gun at him.

He fell towards me with blood covering his face, and  I fell back against the wall.

The policemen arrived and I was detained until they made their investigation, then I slowly walked to my car in a daze.

Copyright © 2017 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved