First Aid, Rescue, Victims, Savior

Looking For Answers

“Anna, what is wrong with you?” Blaze asked.

Anna’s face turned red , she gasped for breath and fell to the floor.

The ambulance arrived, but the EMT’s decided to have Anna air lifted to a specialized hospital. She had injured her head when she fell and her breathing problem continued.

She was taken to the operating room .

Blaze paced the waiting room and continuously looked at the clock.

Dr. Milane walked into the waiting room and told Blaze, Anna was recovering after they removed a small piece of peach seed from her throat, put a few stitches in her forehead and stabilized her neck for the strain she had suffered when she fell.

Copyright © 2017 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved




Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 06-13 through 06-19-2017

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with the The Magicsticgoldenrose. Thank you for our photo prompt!

Martha squinted her eyes and took in a deep breath as she stared at the building in awe.

Memories flowed through her mind and put her back in time with life mixed with love and tragedy.

After being injured in the war, her husband Paul, came home.  She spent months watching him slowly recover and they tried to put their once happy life back together again.

The make-shift hospital became their home, away from home.  Friends came by to visit, holidays were a mixture of sadness and joy, and the greatest day was when Paul walked out of the building he had called home for two years!

The following forty-five years consisted of raising their children and all the trials and happy times that go with it.

Now Paul has passed, but she still has her memories to hold on to, and their children and grandchildren to love and share her life with.

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Copyright © 2017 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved



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!


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.

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Copyright © 2017 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved



Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 01-10 through 01-16-2017


This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode. Thank you Louise!


The Ferry Ride

“Autumn, I can’t believe you wanted to ride the ferry today!”  Brook complained.

“Because we only have three days to spend here and I’ve never ridden a ferry before.”

“Well, did you notice the snow falling from the sky?  It might be the reason we are the only passengers.”

“Brook, where are we going?  The ferry should have stopped back there.” Autumn yelled.

“I don’t know!  The captain told us to sit down and be quiet.”

“Now what?  It’s snowing so hard I can barely see where I’m walking.  I can’t believe he made us get off!”  Brook said fearfully.

“What’s wrong, Autumn?”

“I slipped on the snow and I think I broke my leg.”

“Do you have your phone?”

“No, But I still have that silly whistle you gave me as a gag  gift.”

“Thanks again for the whistle.  It was loud enough to get us some help.”  Autumn said smiling.

“Are you ready to ride the ferry again?”

“Very funny!  I’m just glad the man is going to jail for stealing it.”

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Copyright © 2017 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved




Photo courtesy of Pixabay



“Tammy, it’s time to go to the hospital because we need to have Jeffery there by six o’clock this morning,” Alexander said.

“Alexander, I’m so nervous and afraid I can hardly breathe, ” Tammy spoke in a shaky voice.

“I’m feeling that way myself and wondering if we are doing the right thing.”

“We have to try for Jeffery’s sake because he does have a chance to add a little more to his world if it works,” Tammy said with a promising look.

“It’s time to remove the bandage from Jeffery’s eyes now and remember, it may take several days to find out the total success of the operation, but if he can see light, it could be very good news!” Dr. Marcus cautioned.

Jeffery sat very still and tried to concentrate on his breathing and he began to scream with excitement when he saw light for the first time in his young life.

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved


TBP’s on-line writer’s guide #33


This week’s prompts :

He talks too much and..

Alcohol and pills

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Paisley sat in a corner of the room with her arm around Lily as they trembled and listened to their father’s high-pitched voice.

He always talked too much, became violent, and broke things after digesting too many pills and alcohol.

This type of behavior had become normal in their home since the sudden death of their mother.

It had been three years since her death and he had never come to terms with it.

Paisley took over the roll of mother for Lily and the responsibilities of all the household chores, even though she was only twelve years old when their mother died.

She had to grow up quickly because Lily needed her.  Their dad did very little to help.

It was Lily’s birthday and Paisley wanted her  to have a real happy birthday.  She baked a beautiful cake, wrapped one of her most treasured items her mother had given her that Lily always admired, and even found a couple of balloons in one of her junk drawers.

There were no candles she could use, so she took three straws and cut them in half to place on top of the cake.

Lily turned eight years old that day, but it was not a happy birthday for her.

Their father became unusually violent, went in the kitchen, broke all the plates, glasses and slipped on the broken glass.  His head hit the kitchen counter, he fell onto all the broken glass, blood quickly spread across the floor and he became unresponsive.

Paisley rushed out of the room with Lilly, called the rescue squad, and took Lily to a neighbor’s house.

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

Time spent:  45 min.

Number chosen :  26



DAY# 11…Worst Food Ever







AND…the worst of the worst is—


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All photos are courtesy of Pixabay.                        


Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 07-12 through 07-18-2016

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

Unfamiliar Room

I woke up in an unfamiliar room with a strange cast on my arm, my leg in severe pain, and I did not know where I was or how I got there.

My clothes were cut in pieces and my cell phone was still in the pants pocket.  I called out, but no one answered, so I tried to walk to the door, but was in too much pain.

I called a friend, but she was out of town and could not help, so I called the police.

The police came , as well as a doctor.  I was safe in a hospital.

I had stepped off a curb outside a nearby restaurant and broke my arm in several places. It was so badly damaged the doctor had to take a piece of my leg bone and attach it to my arm with screws.

I knew where the restaurant was and could recall walking to my car, and even remembered two other cars being parked there, however, I could not recall anything after that.

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Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved



Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 06-28 through 07-04-2016

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode. Thank you Louise!


Little Toby wandered aimlessly in the field with his head lowered and tears trickling down his chubby cheeks as he pulled his wagon with his dog, Chip in it.

“Why are you sad?” the scarecrow asked.

“Because I need the power of life for my dog, Chip.”

“What happened to him?”

“He was bite by a snake. He will die and I do not know how to save him.”

“I will help you!” the scarecrow said proudly.  “I have a brain! “

Pull the green vine away from me and wrap it around Chip’s body.  It will help draw the poison from him.

Toby quickly did as the scarecrow said.

Hours later, the scarecrow saw Toby and Chip happily playing in the corn field.

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Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved


The Six Sentence Cue of the Week is…FLOOR


Enhancing Makeovers

“Tara, what kind of place is this?”  Ginger asked.

“It’s a place like no other and you will be so pleased you came here.” Tara said as her face lit up with impish glee!

“Go ahead Ginger, choose a floor.”

Ginger stood in the elevator and pushed floor number six, the elevator went up, stopped, doors opened, a group of people ushered her in a room, and within thirty minutes had her hair washed, cut, dried, flat ironed,  makeup applied, and she went to the elevator.

Ginger was so excited she pushed floor number ten, the doors opened, a woman ushered her to a room, put her in an enclosure with just her head visible, and within thirty minutes she had a new outfit on two sizes smaller, and an hourglass figure!

Ginger met Tara in the main lobby and said, “what is the name of this planet?”