2016 · CHALLENGES · Fiction · Flash Fiction · Friday Fiction · Photo Fiction · Three Line Tales · WRITING PROMPTS

Three Line Tales – The assigned meeting

Photo by Moi
 
The sun promised the moon “Let’s meet at the horizon”.

The moon gathered all his stars and waited patiently at dusk.

The sun was absconding, as usual!

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This is an entry for Three Line Tales – Week three

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2016 · CHALLENGES · Fiction · Flash Fiction · Friday Fiction · Six Sentence Stories · WRITING PROMPTS

Six Sentence Stories – The Winning Pot

courtesy: http://www.solverde.pt

The dealer began to draw a card from the deck, and placed it facing upwards, on the table.

Both the players re-glanced at their two hand-held cards with the poker face.

They increased their stakes by going “all-in”.

The deal was completed with five cards on the table – A, 2, 5, 10 and J facing upwards.

Confidently, Jack bent forward reaching out to the winning stash, whilst displaying his two playing cards 3 and 4.

“Uh-huh! Not so fast, my friend”, exclaimed Rick, triumphantly, cupping his hands and sweeping the winning pot, as he laid down his two cards – K and Q.

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This is an entry for Six Sentence Stories – Draw

2016 · CHALLENGES · Fiction · Flash Fiction · Friday Fiction · Photo Fiction · Shapeshifting 13- FICTION · WRITING PROMPTS

Shapeshifting 13 – The Annual Cereal Bowl

Courtesy: Carl Warner

It was the annual Cereal bowl – Oatmeal vs Grits. Strawberry, blueberry, almonds, legumes and honey on Oatmeal’s team; corn, cheese, bacon, green onion and poached egg on Grit’s team. Milk was undecided about his team. The clock was ticking, team buses were leaving. He skimmed all the way to the Oatmeal bus.

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Word Count: 52 words.

This is an entry for Shapeshifting 13 #40 Challenge

 

2016 · CHALLENGES · Fiction · Flash Fiction · Friday Fiction · Friday Fictioneers · Photo Fiction · WRITING PROMPTS

Friday Fictioneers – The Bully

Courtesy: https://thereclininggentleman.wordpress.com/

 

“Hey little fellow” said Daffy to the newly sprouted Tully.

“I am the boss here. I get all the water and manure. All these teeny weeny plants also sacrifice for my well being”.

“But, I am too small. I need my water and nutrients for my own growth”, replied Tully.

“Look at my stature. Should we settle this over a brawl?”, threatened Daffy condescendingly.

For several days, he forcefully consumed the nutrients from Tully, until the gardener spotted him and exclaimed “Oh! What a beauty! My wife would love it”.

“Karma! Who’s the boss now?” chuckled Tully, triumphantly.

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Word Count: 100.

This is an entry for Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt