Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Week of 10-06 thru 10-12-2015           

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer

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



There  was a hush among the audience as the curtain slowly opened.

The listeners were already showing signs of the play becoming a hit as they leaned forward in their seats.  Many had waited several hours outside, making sure they would get a seat.

The lead singer in the play , Raymond Rockshire, a famous actor was making his first appearance at the theatre.

After he finished singing the applause was quite deafening.  The lights  turned low, then turned high, and once again lowered for a longer amount of time.

When, at last, the lights were higher, that is when everyone became shocked to see the singer stretched out on the floor!

Raymond Rockshire had been brutally stabbed in the heart.

There was a note attached to his body from a serial killer that the authorities were searching for. The note simply stated, in red letters; You Can’t Catch Me.

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Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved


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SIX SENTENCE STORIES         September 20, 2015

This week’s cue is :  AXES



Crouching behind a large stack of hay in the barn loft prevented Owen and Connor from getting out of the barn before old man Walker walked in carrying a large box while talking to his friend Stark.

Walker was telling Stark that he is finished with kids in the area playing around in the barn and he would no longer be putting up with all of their shenanigans!

Owen and Connor had heard rumors of two kids disappearing and were never found and for some reason they felt compelled to see what was in the large box that Walker brought in the barn.

When the coast was clear, Owen and Connor quickly got down from the loft and hurried to see what was in the large box and to their amazement they saw a couple of axes with dried blood all over the blades.

It totally freaked them out and they ran out as fast as their legs and feet would carry them!

After Stark left, Walker went back in the barn to clean the axes he had used to cut off the heads of the chickens he killed for the upcoming Saturday picnic his church was having.

Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved


Time for another installment of   Friday Fictioneers  hosted by Rochelle.  100 words or so based on the image below.



The kitchen was immaculate which was most unusual!

Only the dish drainer, dish detergent, and white pitcher remained on the counter top.

The detectives brushed the entire kitchen with powder, hoping to find fingerprints, but none were found.

It was indisputable that someone had thoroughly cleaned every inch of the kitchen!

Emma never missed cooking a meal, but tonight, there was no meal cooked.  She was found on the floor with a cookbook in her hand. A page was missing from it.  It was an old family recipe that she refused to share.

The recipe thief had struck again!

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Copyright © 2015  Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved


Photo by Jessie Cross

“The Message”

Tuskan was enjoying a peaceful afternoon meal until he heard his name being called.  The voice he heard was loud and had a certain pitch of panic in it.  He looked up just as his friend Edwin was approaching him.

Edwin could barely talk as he urged Tuskan to follow him.  They hurried outside and Tuskan saw the train disappear as it rounded the curve of the tracks.  Then he noticed the woman laying beside the tracks.

According to Edwin the woman had been thrown from the train as it passed by the house. She was lifeless and clutching a piece of paper in her hand.  Tuskan reached down and took the paper, unfolded it and began to read the message written on it.

My dearest darling, you know how much I love you.  We have been together for many, many years and I can not bear the thought of my losing you.  I have always felt we belonged together and I would do anything to keep it that way.  So, my darling, when you read this letter we will soon be together once again.  My friend promised he would take care of all the arrangements. 

Edwin said he remembered seeing this woman and her husband at one of the local restaurants where they worked. The husband had gotten ill and passed away just a few weeks ago.

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It was very late at night and I was just beginning to close the vegetable store.  I had turned off all the lights when I heard a lot of conversation going on.  It startled me!  At first I thought it was my imagination, but the conversation I heard got louder and everyone seemed to want to talk at the same time.

It sounded like some type of plot to gang up on someone.  I was careful not to disturb them because I needed to find out as much information as I could.

This is what I heard….Alright, since I am in charge of this group, I want to make sure everyone is here.  Everyone will incorporate together.  Do all family members agree?  Yes! Yes!  O. K., Tom your family will come in first, Paul, yours will be next, then the Garret family, Coen, Owen, Sel, and the Base family.  Then, we will have some of Saul’s family and a few of Grounds’s family.  Giant, you will be in charge of making sure everyone blends together real well.  If everyone works together you will be out of here by tomorrow afternoon.  As for me, I will stay and work with the next group of families.

I was quite intrigued with what I heard.  I needed to find out who was doing all of this, and what were they actually going to do.

Tall, was the spokesperson.  I thought that was a strange name for someone.  He told everyone to give their full name before entering his pot.

Now, things really got “heated up” as I heard all the family member names!  There was Tom Tomato, Paul Potato, Garret Carrot, Coen Corn, Owen Onion, Sel Celery, Base Basil, Saul Salt, Ground Pepper and then Giant Spoon.

Wow!  I knew right then that it was the Soup People, and surprisingly enough, I woke up from my dream feeling very hungry!


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