CRISIS

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 07-04 through 07-10-2017

his week’s photo prompt is provided by Kecia Spartin. Thank you Kecia!

CRISIS

Now, I am in the biggest crisis of my life!

I never wanted to take this jaunt in the jungle, but knew it would please my father.

The guide, my father’s best friend, agreed to take me along as a favor to him.

My experience in this type of outing has been zero, thus a contributing factor to my dilemma.

The snake and I continued to stare at each other as beads of sweat trickled down my face, with my feet feeling glued to the ground, and my heart getting ready to burst out of my body!

I could not move, I could not yell, but my mind being very active filled me with absolute terror!

Then, it happened. The snake moved toward me and my eardrums blasted with the awful sound of the gun being fired.

Thankfully, my guide shot the snake just as it was trying to strike me.

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Copyright © 2017 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

LOOKING FOR ANSWERS

SIX SENTENCE STORIES …..cue Peach

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

 

 

THE EYES HAVE THE ANSWER

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 06-27 through 07-03-2017

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Mark with @any1mark66. Thank you Mark!

The Eyes Have The Answer

“This is an unusual place,” Garth said.

Emily smiled and nodded her head, but did not speak.  She rarely talked since her accident.  The difficulty of pronouncing words clearly made her self-conscious.

“Look at the green character, Emily.  His eyes are so big and dark.  He looks strange. ”

” I’ll go buy us a drink and you can rest on that bench over there while I’m gone,”  Garth said.

“Emily, where are you?” Garth questioned as he looked around for her.

She stood in front of the  green character, while shifting from one foot to the other, smiling and nodding  her head as she stared into its large black eyes.

Garth handed her the drink and gave her a puzzled look.

She smiled and as they walked away she turned around and waved at the strange green character and began to speak fluently.

“What just happened?”  Garth asked.

“A miracle,” she answered.

Words (152)

Copyright © 2017 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

 

 

MEMORIES

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

 

UNFORGETTABLE FISHING DAY

FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2017

WEEK #24

Boat

Unforgettable Fishing Day

“Dad!  I think I caught one! It’s my first fish! ” Tyler screamed.

“Yes, and it’s a real big one too.”

“I don’t care if it’s raining, I love to go fishing,” Tyler giggled.

“We have to go back, it is still raining and getting dark.”

“What’s wrong, Dad?  Why won’t the motor start?”

“I don’t know, but we can use the oars since we aren’t far from shore.”

“The oars aren’t here. I forgot to put them back in the boat last week.”

“The wind is so strong! What’s wrong?  Dad!  Can you hear me?  Wake up Dad!”

Tyler fumbled around for the flashlight, but when raising it, he dropped it in the water.  He reached for the emergency kit and the top of it jammed, so he couldn’t get it open.

Water kept splashing in the boat as it rocked up and down on the water.

Tyler remembered the whistle he had around his neck and started blowing it in hopes of someone hearing it.

“Hello Bart,” Mason said as he entered the hospital room.  You and Tyler came close to losing your life today, but everything is fine now. The coastguard got to you just in time.”

Copyright © 2017 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

 

 

THE NOTE

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 05-30 through 06-05-2017

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

The Note

The case detective Alicia Adams was working on seemed unsolvable, and now the note she found in her mailbox when she got home stated there was information she would be interested in.

The directions on the note directed her to get on the three o’clock trolley and look for the envelope under the last seat on the right.

Pacing back and forth, Alicia kept looking for the trolley to arrive.

She swiftly stepped on and walked to the back, found the envelope and read instructions telling her to ride the trolley to the Dream Cafe on 9th street.

Arriving at the cafe, she walked in and gasped for breath.  She could not believe her eyes.

Her fiance had returned home after having served ten months over-seas and surprised her by meeting her at their favorite place and where he had proposed to her shortly before his deployment.

Words (148)

Copyright © 2017 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

 

CURTAINS

FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2017

WEEK #22

fire

CURTAINS

The explosion created such a loud sound, it could be heard from miles away!

Flames rose high above the building creating intense heat, and clouds of dark smoke.

People ran from the building crying, screaming and fire engines began arriving to the scene.

Some of the firemen quickly pulled the hose from the fire truck and began spraying the flames while others ran toward the building to help people escape.

A young man ran toward the burning building, but he was stopped by one of the firemen. He tried to pull loose of the fireman’s grip, but to no avail.  He screamed a woman’s name and wept uncontrollably.

Firemen carried injured people out of the building and ambulances arrived to carry them to the hospital.

A woman stumbled out of the side of the building wearing what looked like a piece of curtain.

A fireman rushed toward her and caught her before she fell on the payment.

The young man recognized his wife.  She had burns on her hands and had difficulty breathing.

The fireman quickly placed an oxygen mask over her face and motioned for a stretcher.

She had soaked a curtain in water and placed it over her before running from the building and that kept her clothes from catching fire.

The young man rode with her to the hospital.

Copyright © 2017 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

 

THE DECISION

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 05-23 through 05-29-2017

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

The Decision

“Thad, can’t you get transferred from the emergency room duty to another part of the hospital?”  Hannah asked.

“I’ve been thinking about that especially after such a relaxing week at the beach, but I’m not sure that’s what I really want to do.”

He looked out at the boats and saw a young child walking on one of them. The child leaned over the side of the boat, lost his footing and fell in the water.

Thad jumped up from the beach blanket and raced toward the water when he saw the child slip and fall in the water. He reached the child, pulled him to safety and his parents frantically reached for him.

The child had woken from a nap and slipped away without his parents knowledge.

After he returned and explained to Hannah what happened, he sat in silence for a few minutes, then said,” Hannah, I know, I do not want to move from the emergency room.”

Words (160)

Copyright © 2017 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

 

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