Dreams of Dancing – Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction

Every Wednesday we get a new picture prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge graciously hosted by our Fairy Blog Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
The task of the challenge is to write a story: beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words or less. You can find all the Fictioneers’ stories when you click on the Froggy. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun. Everyone is welcome.


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Dreams of Dancing

The looters always overlook panic rooms and bunkers. She, on the other hand, knows where to look. This bunker’s gold. There’s canned meat, crackers, even wine. And shoes.

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Dominion – Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction

Every Wednesday we get a new picture prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge graciously hosted by our Fairy Blog Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
The task of the challenge is to write a story: beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words or less. You can find all the Fictioneers’ stories when you click on the Froggy. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun. Everyone is welcome.


Dominion

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He smashes my face in when he’s drunk.
Never mind. I don’t hurt. Only my dignity does.
He’s a writer. Famous. Writes about space aliens. About connecting with them.
Hah.

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Heaven and Hell – Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction

Every Wednesday we get a new picture prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge graciously hosted by our Fairy Blog Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
The task of the challenge is to write a story: beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words or less. You can find all the Fictioneers’ stories when you click on the Froggy. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun. Everyone is welcome.


Heaven and Hell

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The first visitors to Mars claimed it was hell freezing over. Venus is just the opposite.

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Peace on Earth – Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction

Every Wednesday we get a new picture prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge graciously hosted by our Fairy Blog Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
The task of the challenge is to write a story: beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words or less. You can find all the Fictioneers’ stories when you click on the Froggy. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun. Everyone is welcome.


Peace on Earth

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So this was victory.

She’d helped save two worlds from annihilation, travelled through galaxies, fought powerful enemies, found powerful allies—and now she was home. Back on Earth to enjoy the peace she’d helped maintain.

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TANSTAAFL – Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction

Every Wednesday we get a new picture prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge graciously hosted by our Fairy Blog Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
The task of the challenge is to write a story: beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words or less. You can find all the Fictioneers’ stories when you click on the Froggy. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun. Everyone is welcome.


TANSTAAFL

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I just lost my job. I thought it was secure, but I was wrong. Art, science, politics, construction, whatever it is, they can do it better than us. And they know it.

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A Lost Cause – Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction

Every Wednesday we get a new picture prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge graciously hosted by our Fairy Blog Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

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A Lost Cause

“Is that the beacon, Master? The light?”

“Yes.”

“Won’t the natives see it?”

“What of it? Another UFO sighting won’t make a difference.”

“So we give them up for good?”

“That’s what I’ll recommend.”

“How can they be so stupid? How long have we watched them? Thousands of years?”

“Yes. And each time we thought they were getting somewhere: another war, or genocide.”

“You’d think so many people would have made progress by now.”

“The dominant cultures are elitists, they keep the masses uninformed. This maintains their power. Stupid people hate otherness. Gender, skin-colour, ancestry… They’re hopeless.”

“Right. Let’s go.”

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The Game – Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction

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The Game

I was convinced that none of this was real until I saw her in the Japanese garden: my classmate Tamiko playing the shamisen. She had disappeared after she’d joined the dissidents. Authorities told us she’d been sent to Japan studying discipline. Yet here she was.

She lifted her head and looked at me, recognition flickering in her eyes. Fear clutched my guts. Holograms don’t do that. Was this a trap? Why was she here? How should I react? If she wasn’t a hol, what about the others? I felt sick thinking about them, the ones I’d killed in the game.

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Round Round – Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction

Every Wednesday we get a new picture prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge graciously hosted by our Fairy Blog Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

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Round Round

I’ve been put through the mill so many times I‘ve lost count. That’s why I signed the contract. Now I’m on the dancefloor watching the crowd. Girls who look like copies of the same mold gyrate their hips against clients with empty eyes. This is promising rich booty.

“Hey, wanna grind?”

“Sure.”

The client grabs my hips and I feel electric jolts soar through me. I know what that means and turn around.

“Cy-bo-dyne?”

“Yup.”

“And the others?”

“ciBorg mostly.”

I sigh. Finding human clients gets harder and harder. Life as a robo-contractor isn’t as profitable as I thought. Damn.

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The Servant – Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction

Every Wednesday we get a new picture prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge graciously hosted by our Fairy Blog Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

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The Servant

For a moment I thought I saw grandma’s old sewing machine. Then I realized it was ‘him.’ My eyes aren’t what they used to be.

“Let’s wash your hair today, shall we?” he said.

I nodded. His U-shaped body lifted me up, and his multi-tool arm helped me lean my head back comfortably for the procedure.

“Shall I read to you later?” he asked as he blew my hair dry.

“Yes.”

I’ve no idea how old folks managed in the old days. How humiliating to have your arse wiped by strangers. He leaves my dignity intact. He can cook, too.

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Pyrotechnics – Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction

Every Wednesday we get a new picture prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge graciously hosted by our Fairy Blog Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

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Pyrotechnics

At first they seemed harmless. There was fighting on occasion, but we thought they’d merely been asserting their new borders. We were wrong.

When the fireworks started, the children were the first to run outside. They whooped for every fiery spider, starburst, or flower in the sky. We followed them, but we didn’t laugh. Something smelled fishy. We were right.

We stood and watched, but the fireworks weren’t pretty any longer; they had become grenades. In a brutal, new, starburst pattern, children and adults ran for cover but it was too late. We were stupid. Soon we’ll all be dead.

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