DEFIANCE

They sat by the sea watching children play on the beach.

‘Alright?’ he put his arm around her shoulder.

The tears slowly running down her face gave him his answer.

It had taken her twenty years to return. Years of pain and guilt. She had been their teacher. They had trusted in her. She was supposed to protect them.

A school outing before the summer holiday began. A visit to the local museum for a bit of history and then a trip to the beach. It wasn’t her fault the terrorists had come that day.

The images still haunted her. They would never leave her. The panic, the terror, the fear in those young faces. The blood. The dead.

Governments fought aimless wars and encouraged segregation and hate. Religions tried to absolve themselves of blame. Terrorists continued to kill with no purpose, never furthering their cause.

She was beyond all this. She had only her memories and sorrow. She wouldn’t let them count her as their victim. She was here. She had not let them win.

This was her defiance.


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Copyright The Storyteller’s Abode

Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story in around 150 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.

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Influenced by events in Manchester this week, my thoughts are with all involved, especially those children and parents affected by this devastating and abhorrent act.

CAN I HAVE MY BALL BACK?

The chairs and table sat in the centre of the garden, with uplighters in either corner. Around the four flawlessly straight sides a selection of rare flowers and plants, all in symmetry.

The gardener snipped the last piece of grass with his lawn clippers. A smile spread across his face. He had taken the patch of poor quality soil and created perfect harmony.

He could hear the children playing nearby. The sound of a ball being kicked. He raised an eyebrow in disapproval at the thought of the lawn being trampled.

There was a louder kick. Looking up into the sun he watched in horror as the ball dropped over the wall. It cannoned off an uplighter, knocking it over, ricocheted into a plant pot that smashed, rolled across the rare and fragile Jamesia Americana, before settling on top of a miniature Chusan Palm.

After a moment the doorbell rang. He stormed to the door and flung it open, to be greeted by a small boy.

‘Please, sir. Can I have my ball back?’


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Copyright Yarnspinner

Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story in around 150 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.

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UNWANTED GIFTS

Why would Santa bring her these, Matilda thought staring at the teddy bears sat next to her in the car. He must know she was six now, already had plenty of cuddly toys, and they were definitely not on the list she had sent him. And why had he delivered them to Granny’s house?

When they got home Matilda stomped upstairs with her new presents and threw them onto her bed. They landed next to her new RayBlaster 3000. She had an idea.

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Isobel let her daughter stay in her bedroom. Her Gran always tried to get Matilda a nice present, and always managed to get something she had outgrown. There was the occasional thud from upstairs and Isobel could here the sound effects from that annoying toy gun Matilda’s uncle had got her.

Suddenly she heard Matilda screaming. Isobel dashed to her daughter’s room and flung the door open.

‘Matilda, what’s happening…’ she stopped and took in the scene of carnage. Matilda sat on the floor dressed in her doctors outfit. She was pulling the stuffing out of one of the new teddy bears. It was missing an eye and an arm.

‘Not now, Mum.’ Matilda whined, ‘this soldier is badly injured. I’m in the middle of operating. We have to save his life.’


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KRYPTONITE

‘With this jewel I can rule the world. No one can stop me .’

‘You’ll never get away with this, Luthor.’ Superman replied.

‘Who’s going to stop me? You, Superman? You’re weaker than a human so long as I have this stone.’ Lex Luthor gave an evil laugh.

As he did so a dark shape loomed over them.

‘Where did you get that from? Is that your Mum’s necklace?’

‘No, Dad, it’s Kryptonite,’ Lex (Alexandria) whined.

‘Don’t worry, Dad, I’ll find a way to get it off her…I mean Luthor…and stop his evil plan,’ reassured Superman (Henry).

‘I’m sure you will, but this stone really does have magical powers,’ their Dad warned.

They stared in wonder at the green necklace.

‘What do you mean?’

‘If your mother finds you playing with it, she’ll turn into a monster and destroy you both. Give it here.’

Superman stood next to Luthor.

‘Luthor, we must unite against this threat to our world.’

‘I stand with you, Superman.’

Their Dad looked at them. ‘It’s like that is it?’

The Battle for the Future of Mankind played out to squeals of tickling and laughter.


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© Jade M. Wong

Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story, in around 150 words based on the weekly photo prompt. For more information visit HERE.

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