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.


175 words

Writing challenge week 8. The goal is to write a story between 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) based on the provided photo.

To add your own stories please click on the blue froggie

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.


164 word

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.

Please feel free to upload your story by clicking on the little blue fellow below to add your story to the list!

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.

Everyone is invited to participate in this weekly challenge. If you would like more information, please click on this link:

Perfection : Monday’s Finish The Story

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“Pizza anyone?”

Those were the last words that she heard before her world changed forever.

Standing in front of her, the most magnificent creation that God had ever made.

He was looking straight at her and it seemed no one else was in the room.

She knew that her life would never be the same as he walked toward her.

He stopped within inches of her face and she inhaled the intoxicating smell.

She was starting to perspire and her heart was racing.

In his hand, he held the key to her heart.

Hot, bubbly, cheese, with pepperoni, mushrooms, sausages, black olives with a light golden brown crust.

Her eyes fixated on the perfected concoction and he said, “Will there be anything else, ma’am?

” No, thank you .” she managed to grunt as she took her first bite.

It was perfection.pizza

And that pizza boy wasn’t bad either.


147 words.

Thank you to Barbara Beacham for our photo prompt.

Barbara Beacham hosts the weekly challenge, Monday’s Finish the Story. She gives us a photo and the first sentence to base our story on and challenges us to write our story in 150 words or less. If you would like to scratch your creative itch, click on this link:

Monday’s Finish the Story