The Crash: Monday’s Finish The Story

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Once upon a time far, far away, a young girl lived on a remote island with her small village of people. The seas were crystal clear and the skies were blue. On a regular day, anyway.

When she awoke that morning, things looked strange to her. The water was a funny red color and the sky was blocked by..fog? We never have fog!!

She tried to sit up to get a better look. She couldn’t move her legs. Pain shot down her back and she realized that something bad had happened to her.

The last thing she remembered was getting on the private airplane going to the big island. Her parents, her little brother and Cory. Where was Cory??

Then she smelled the fuel and the smoke and realized that they had crashed. Just then, she heard a helicopter above her. She looked up and saw a chopper with a big red cross on the side. Then she passed out again.


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Thanks to Barbara W Beachman for starting Monday’s Finish the Story.
Monday’s Finish the Story provides a picture along with the first sentence for us to create a flash fiction with 100 -150 words based on a picture.

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Sarah’s Secrets Part V: Flash Fiction Aspiring Writers

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Clyde tried very hard to get his life back after the loss of his son and his divorce from Sarah.

He moved to a new town and made new friends. These friends were younger and their sense of adventure was more than Clyde was accustomed to.

One night they visited the “haunted mansion” out in the country. Something strange and sinister happened to Clyde that night in that house. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it. But the leader of the group, Jake, thought it was a little too funny. He laughed a little too long at Clyde’s reaction to this spooky place.

Although Clyde tried to end his relation with these new friends, Jake was insistent. He would never speak to or approach Clyde during the day, but every night he would call him in the middle of the night and with his mocking laugh say. “Hey Clyde, wanna go to the haunted house tonight? I hear there are a few ghost that would like to meet you.”

Clyde would hang up immediately.


This story is being submitted for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, Week starting March 17, 2015. We are given a photo prompt and challenged to write a story, based on the photo, of 100-150 words or less (give or take 25 words). If you would like to participate in this writing challenge, we would love to have you, please click on this link:

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Sarah’s Secrets Part IV: Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers

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Sarah didn’t see anything special about the framed picture that hung on the wall in her Barista. It had been hanging there when she took over the old bookstore.

She had left it there when she remodeled only because she had discovered that there was an exact copy of it in Clyde’s apartment upstairs.

She spent many hours staring at the photo of the waterfront with the boats and the high-rise apartments. She wondered what connection some place like this could have with Clyde? He had never spoke of this as being a dream or even an interest of his.

She had tried to comply with Clyde’s final wishes but not a word had been said about any boats or anything near water.

Even though she was told that Jake and Clyde did not know each other and certainly weren’t friends, she had doubts.  Especially, when Clyde’s copy of the picture had words written on it:

“Clyde, Don’t forget to look at the BIG picture. You won’t regret it. Your loyal partner, Jake”


172 words. On a whim, I have chosen to continue the same story from each weekly photo challange. I just hope I can wrap it all up into something that makes sense. you can read the previous parts of Sarah’s Secrets at:https://byndarnda.wordpress.com/ Thank you each for reading the only fiction that I have ever written. I have now gained a new love for fiction that I never thought possible. This story is being submitted for the challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We are given a photo prompt to base our story on and are challenged to write a story of 100-150 words. This challenge runs from Wednesday to Wednesday (linking is Tuesday to Tuesday). Flash Fiction is fun and addicting. You are welcome to join the fun! If you are interested in learning more, please check out this link: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.

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Sarah’s Secrets Part III: Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers

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Sarah was aware that everyone in town viewed her as a villain and ever a murderer. She had heard the whispers and the rumors of how they thought she had killed her ex- husband, Clyde, and possibly even that sneaky bookstore owner, Jake.

Her only refuge was the walks that she took in the deserted woods. There she could gather her thoughts and think of happier days when her and Clyde were first married and they had taken this path in the woods to be alone and dream of their future.

Their marriage had started to fall apart after their precious newborn baby boy, Sammy, had died. Nothing was ever the same between them. She moved to California with her parents and Clyde had bought that old rundown apartment building. He stayed to himself and she was not surprised when he died. The suicide note confirmed her worst fears.

Sarah was left to pick up the pieces of his sad life and the woods was the only place that she could escape those mean townsfolk.


175 words!

This story is being submitted for the challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We are given a photo prompt to base our story on and are challenged to write a story of 100-150 words. This challenge runs from Wednesday to Wednesday (linking is Tuesday to Tuesday). Flash Fiction is fun and addicting. You are welcome to join the fun!

If you are interested in learning more, please check out this link: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.


To read more Flash Fiction stories go to

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Sarah’s Secrets Part II

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After Clyde died in the apartment and Jake’s mystery disappearance, Sarah, Clyde’s ex-wife took over the building, bookstore and all. Clyde must have had a huge life insurance policy with Sarah still the beneficiary, because she sure has spent the money lately. She remodeled the bookstore and turned it into a barista, that the locals don’t really care for. She rented the upstairs apartment to some fancy law firm that she is awfully friendly with.. She was said to have also bought a string of motels just outside of town. Sarah didn’t spend much money on the motels themselves, but she had a huge tennis court built on the property. The tennis court, itself, cost more than the property. The contractors said that when they cleared the land for the tennis court, they saw a woman out there digging in the dirt. Sarah then paid the contractors extra to pour the concrete as quickly as possible. And we still don’t know where Jake went to.

This story is in response ro the weekly writing challenge hosted by Flash Fiction For Inspiring Writers. My story is in continuation of last week’s challenge. The story itself was 165 words excluding title and description. To read all stories, follow link

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Sarah’s Secrets

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What looked like an ordinary bookstore in Small Town American held secrets too horrible for local folks to imagine.

Clyde had occupied the upstairs since 1980. Rumors were that Clyde bought the building from some folks up north but had since sold off the bookstore downstairs. Jake, the current owner of the bookstore, had never met Clyde. Even when the transaction of the purchase was going through, everything was done through Clyde’s lawyer.

Occasionally, when Jake would open up in the mornings, he would hear scuffling noises. Like something being dragged across the floor. Then all would be quite for the rest of the day. Jake just assumed that Clyde was a loner and did his work at night.

The morning that Jake opened up and discovered blood running down the back wall, coming from upstairs, was the day that Jake left town. Neither Jake nor Clyde were ever heard from again.

Clyde’s ex-wife, Sarah, took over the building and never asked any questions.


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