‘Fifty-nine dead. Five hundred injured.’ Hannah says it more to herself than anyone else.

‘Terrorists again?’ the young girl playing on the floor asks her.

‘Just a man with a gun.’

‘It’s never going to stop, is it, Mum?’

‘It hasn’t stopped since time began. All this violence toward each other,’ she shakes her head. ‘All of it senseless.’

‘Then there is nothing we can do to make it better.’

Hannah looks at her daughter and sees the look of fear.

‘No, we never give up. We never let the violence win. Get your paint and some paper.’

Hannah helps her paint the word ‘love’ in bold blue letters. The ten year-old adds love hearts.

‘Come,’ Hannah says. They go out into the street and walk to the town centre, carrying the homemade sign.

Hannah lights the candle she brought with her and stands holding her daughter’s hand. The small crowd grows, standing together in peaceful remembrance and defiance.

She looks into the innocent brown eyes staring up at her. ‘Hate never wins.’

Copyright Elaine Farrington Johnson

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.

To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.



‘Put your hand in.’

Charlie hesitated and looked into the dark hole in the rock.

What was the worst that could happen? It’s just a rock, he told himself.

Legend said it was the skull of an old dinosaur. Another said medieval warriors proved their strength by striking it with their sword. Others believed it was linked to witchcraft, a dark portal to a world of spirits and ghouls.

‘Prove you’re not scared.’

Charlie took a deep breath and shoved his hand into the black crater.

The disturbed adder struck the soft flesh and buried its fangs into the invading arm.


Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.


In the dark, bare concrete room huge bloodshot eyes leered out at her. Bright red lips manically grinned. Tufts of dishevelled green and purple hair sprouted from the white scalp. A venomous sharp red nose pushed and prodded her.

‘Come on down to the County Hotel. So much to see and do,’ said the clown, laughing deliriously.

The figure morphed into a serpent. The red nose became a forked tongue. She could feel it probing her face. The hissing grew louder and louder. She strained her muscles, desperate to break free but she was bound to the concrete slab.

‘Come on down to the County Hotel. So much to see and do,’ the snake smiled malevolently.

Something brushed against her exposed legs and crawled up her body. A rat. It’s clawing nails jagged into her skin as it moved over her naked chest and neck. A sharp, stabbing pain as the rat bit and chewed her lip.

‘Come on down to the County Hotel. So much to see and do,’ screeched the rat.

Sam jerked awake. The same nightmare again. The same one for the last week.

Why had she agreed to let David organise the entire holiday this year?


Written as part of Sunday Photo Fiction. Write a story of around 200 words based on the photo prompt given (above). For more details visit HERE.

To read more stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.