A Bird’s View: FFfAW

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I do not understand these creature things called people.They constantly rush around looking down at a gadget of some sorts in their hands.

They hardly acknowledge or even speak to the other people in their flock. They rarely travel together.

I have watched them in their well-built nests, but all they do is sit and look at some bigger gadget on their wall. The only thing good about that is sometimes, I see them looking at beautiful pictures. But these pictures are not real. Why don’t they simply go outside and experience the real thing?

I understand that they do not have wings, as I do. And even if they did, they are way too heavy to fly very high. But they can stroll along these beautiful waterways and look up and see the blue skies and the majestic mountain peaks. They can walk along the sandy beaches and go in the middle of the lush green forest, just as I do.

No sir, I do not understand these creatures at all.


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Home On The Suburbs: Monday’s Finish The Story /April 13

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The neighbors were not happy about my choice of artwork. However, I am a collector and this piece was a gift that I couldn’t refuse. I agree, it is out-of-place in this neighborhood of manicured suburban lawns. One cannot simply turn down such a gift.

The story starts 20 years ago when I was a truck driver. My job always took me through a small town in New Mexico.The statue sat in front of the American Indian museum in that town.

The museum just happened to have my favorite bar next door to it. After having too many beers one night, I went out and climbed on the buffalo for a photographic opportunity. Just then, a female security guard showed up.” Sir, you have ten seconds to get down off the buffalo!” she shouted.

I told her that I only wanted one picture. But, by then I had drawn a crowd with my little episode. They were all cheering me on!

The security guard, with her arms folded, said, ” You must be from Tennessee?”

“How did you know?” I said

“Because, we get all kinds of truck drivers in here. Most, just want their picture taken beside the statue, Only the ones from Tennessee think they have to ride it. ”

We all had a good laugh.

So, every year, I stopped and “rode” the buffalo. Suprisingly, when the museum shut down last year,  they called and asked me if I would give the old Indian and the buffalo a good home? Otherwise, it would be destroyed.

So, as you see, I could not let them destroy it. It was like part of the family.


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My Aunt Sue’s: FFfAW

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It had been 20 years since I had been to Aunt Sue’s house. As me and several cousins sit on the front porch sipping iced tea and reminiscing, I realized that every single memory that I have of being at that house when I was growing up, was a good memory.

From my Uncle Joe always laughing to my Mama and my Aunt Sue in the kitchen pulling taffy. They would get so tickled that they would have to get someone to relieve them on their end of that taffy while they ran to the bathroom.

My family has been cursed with tragedies and bad memories. In every direction that I turn, I will see something that reminds me of those memories.

A drive along the streets where a lot of my family lived, is very depressing when I realize how many people are now gone.

However, here, things stay the same. With the rocking chairs, porch swing and the wind chimes making sweet music, it is as if time stands still in Aunt Sue’s house.


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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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Jinx The Clown: FFfAW 4/1/2015

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The traveling carnival was in Bay City this weekend. The main attraction was the Fun House with Jinx, the Clown. Jinx wasn’t one of the scary clowns that so many people encounter. He was silly, happy and always giving out balloons and letting the kiddos ride his giant tricycle.

Jinx was definitely the star. “But Clowns are supposed to be the distraction, not the main attraction” said Leo the Lion Tamer.

“Well, not in this show”, said The Bearded Lady

But, they were all one big happy family, so there was no hard feelings.

At the end of a very successful week, Sandy the Snake Handler said “Jinx, get out of all that clown make-up, we are going out to celebrate!”

But there was a problem that no one knew, except Jinx.

The make-up didn’t come off.

That was his real face and his real hair.

He was born that way.

As all the other entertainers wait for Jinx to come out and join them, he sits and stares at his reflection.

A tear rolls down his colorful face.clown

This story is my submission for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Weekly Writing Challenge. We are challenged to write a story using 100-175 words based on the photo that we are given. I hope you enjoy my story.

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Sarah’s Secrets, Happy Endings: Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers

flashAfter two years of devoting every second of her life to trying to prove that Clyde’s death was murder, not suicide, Sarah was exhausted. She sold everything. The bookstore, the apartments and the motels and moved to  San Francisco. It had been her dream to live close to her parents. She found a house on one of the city’s quaint sloping streets. Money was not an issue, since she had inherited Clyde’s fortune and with the profits of the property that she had sold. But this was where she knew she would be happy and could live quietly.

So with her cat, Axel, in hand, she left the past behind. She had completed the list of requests that Clyde had instructed for her to do in the event of his death. Even though they were divorced, Clyde had left everything to Sarah. She had even went through with his request of burying his ashes along with their son’s and having it concreted over with a tennis court. She thought it a strange request but she never thought that she would have to actually go through with it. But a promise was a promise.

Clyde’s death was still in the hands of the investigators that she had hired. They all suspected Jake of killing Clyde, but they had no proof. Sarah’s theory was that Jake had befriended Clyde when he realized that Clyde was worth millions and was planning on tricking him into turning it all over to him.

He did this by drugging Clyde so that he would sleep all day, so he could snoop around in his belongings . He even went so far as to try to drive Clyde insane by haunting him with the ghost of his and Sarah’s dead son. That was a very low blow that almost got the best of Clyde. Jake would call and taunt Clyde during the night about him seeing his son’s spirit in that old haunted house. This went on for months without the local town people ever knowing anything. They all thought that Clyde was the strange one and that Jake was just a nice guy who owned the bookstore. He had them all fooled, except for Sarah.

When it all backfired and Clyde was catching on to his ways, Jake just got scared and shot Clyde, making it look like suicide. Even down to leaving a fake note, saying that he just couldn’t go on without his son and Sarah.

Jake had meant to stick around to see if there was still a chance that he could get part of Clyde’s money, but when Sarah showed up immediately and he realized that she was in control now, he skipped the country and no one has heard from him since.

One thing for sure, he did not leave with Clyde’s money and he will be looking over his shoulder for the rest of his life.

Meanwhile, Sarah plans to live out her life peacefully. Away from all the drama of the small town. The only friend she ever needs now is Axel. He sits in the sun on the windowsill and he appears to love the new house as much as Sarah does.


This is probably the last story of Sarah’s Secrets. I didn’t want to drag it out too long. I have no idea how many words this post has. My word counter seems to be on the blink. Although, I am sure it is over my limit. I am hoping that you all will forgive me, since it is the end of Sarah’s story?

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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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