Kristian is the host of 50 Words Thursday this week.
I am free at last. I have to remind myself to breathe – almost to remind my heart to beat. The excitement of being out of that prison compounded with the fear of recapture was acting on my nervous system like a potent drug.
I look around me and see that I had come out on a vast prairie. There is a road down some distance from where I am standing. I just need to get there and hitch a ride before they find out that I have escaped their private prison. My crime was that I was the only witness to a crime and they don’t want me to testify. They abducted me and kept me in a secluded house in the middle of nowhere.
I rush towards the parked cars on the road when my steps are arrested by a voice.
” Going somewhere, sweetheart?”
My captors have found me.
Word count: 150
beautiful porcelain .
Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge.
Then one day he was asked to do a portrait of someone who had seen a few of Matt’s paintings. He was very excited and arrived early at the home of his client. He was met by the client’s son who asked him to wait in the study. He came back after a few minutes and showed Matt a picture of his father.
“This is my father, a few years ago. I want you to age him about ten years and add a beard and glasses”
Matt looked at him, puzzled. “But I was given to understand that I was to do a live portrait”
“I am sorry for misleading you. Actually, my father has been missing for the last ten years. He disappeared without any reason or explanation. We looked for him everywhere but no one could find a clue. Now the police have contacted us with the information that they have found the whereabouts of a man who looks like him but he has a beard and wears glasses. They need a picture of him to be able to identify him and question him. That’s where you come in!”
Matt scratched his head and got to drawing the portrait.
Deb Whittam is the host of 50 Words Thursday this week.
She stood at the edge of the hill and looked down. The fog was swirling and churning like a hot brew. She knew what lay at the heart of that foggy place. Slowly she made her way down. She had a mission to accomplish and was ready to go to any length for it. It had become personal for her and only Agatha knew that she might be about to commit bigamy. But this was no time to be squeamish or politically correct. She had to trap the mad man down there in her trap, using all the womanly wiles in her power, even going to the extent of marrying him. He had to be made to trust her so that she could sabotage his evil plan to destroy the valley and the cities nearby with this device he was going to explode. She just had a few days left.
Word count: 150
Crispina is the host of Crimson Creative Challenge.
How peaceful it all looked. Nobody would have thought that danger lurked in this quiet place. Chris was out for a walk with his dog, Bruno when he was startled by a sudden whoosh behind him. He didn’t have time to check it out when darkness enveloped him. When he came to, he was hanging upside down with his feet firmly bound by a rope and hung from the branch of the tallest tree. Below he could see figures gathered around a bonfire.
He couldn’t think straight. What was going on? Was he a captive of cannibals?
Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge
The music was loud, the cords discordant and clashing. But he sat there like a rockstar, expecting applause and adulation. There was just one man in the audience. He sprang up from his seat at the end of the performance and barely containing his anger cane on to the stage.
“What did you think of my song, Mr. G?”Barry said in a nonchalant tone.
George couldn’t keep back the sarcastic retort which was dying to be let loose.
” If I gave a chimpanzee a guitar, he would sing and perform better than you…. much better”
It looked innocuous and benign in the daylight
But come nightfall it turned spooky, scary
The carved pumpkin with hare’s teeth
Wore an irate frown and it’s eyes blazed with anger
Seeing his own creation turn into a living monster
Was enough to make his the hair at his nape stand
He thought that a prudent retreat would be wise
But looking back he saw he was surrounded
By little friends of the pumpkin dancing an evil jig
Alas the heir to the pumpkin patch fortune
Was lost on the Halloween night under strange circumstances!
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