Tag Archive | 99 Words

She Tapped Thrice

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She tapped on his door every day when they were kids. “Shall we do our homework together?” “I have already completed mine”, he snapped, slamming the door. She continued tapping over the years. At college, she tapped after his basketball practice, “Some hot chocolate?” “I don’t eat or drink chocolate.” he smiled, turning her away. One day, she stopped tapping. He waited in his room, crying and praying, as she lay in the hospital. Drained of all arrogance, he hoped she would tap again. He would follow her this time, either to her room or to the other world.

This week’s Carrot Ranch Challenge is to write a story that includes tapping. You can play with the sound, make it an action, or create something unexpected. Tap a story and go where the prompt leads!

Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge – Lucy’s Letter

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Lucy woke up, optimistic, knowing that something was about to change. She ran down the street when she heard the postman’s bike a couple of streets away. A letter from her wayward son! The postman looked at the 90-year old Lucy jumping up and down and realized that his efforts had been worth it. He had braved the storm, the governmental warnings, and a pickpocket to reach his destination. He smiled at Lucy. At this, Lucy became self-conscious and looked angrily at the postman. The grinning dumbo! After all, how would this man know how important her letter was!

This week’s prompt is to write a story of 99 words about a postal carrier in an extreme situation. Thank you, Charli.

Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge – Meghan

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Meghan stood at the entrance of the church looking at the white flowers which had begun to wither prematurely. Her husband, egged on by his friends, had carried her down the steps. They had been together for a month when he was called away to the sea. He described the calm and stormy waters in detail, calling the sea his mother and best friend. Although a little sad, he was highly excited when called away to the sea. “I am going home”, he had told her. Meghan adjusted her black veil as she went in to attend the service.

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Meghan smiled at the colourful flowers and wondered if he would carry her down the steps or would be too tired to do so. Her fiancé had been called to the sea after their engagement. She thought about the fierce storm and six months of fear, wondering if he would come back. However, he was never in any doubt. He had called the sea his mother and best friend. His faith had been rewarded and he returned home, cherishing life and his loved ones. Meghan adjusted her white veil and took her dad’s arm as she entered the church.

These two stories were written for the Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. Thank you, Charli.

Sea Life

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Fali looked out of his cabin window. He recalled his dad’s toothy smile, their old boat, and his simple childhood as a fisherman’s son. He still heard his dad’s wild laughter, echoing in the sea. Now nobody around him laughed loudly and neither did Fali. They smiled out of necessity. However, one thing did not change. The waters had ruled his father’s life and now they ruled his. “Sir, the Captain’s cocktail party begins in 10 minutes.” A young officer stood there. Captain Fali Dastur nodded his head without bothering to smile. He followed the officer to the deck.

This was written for the Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge.

 

 

Get in, Grandpa

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Sid looked at the threatening blue water as he stood at the edge of a swimming pool. He remembered the day 60 years ago when his coach pushed him inside the pool. Sid had told his disappointed mother that he would never go anywhere near a pool, a beach or even a pond. He had kept his word till now. His granddaughter looked at him with determination and tenacity. “Grandpa, don’t you want to get rid of your arthritis? You can do it. Get in.” He felt some of her courage entering him as he stepped inside the water.

This was written for Charli’s Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge.

The Odor

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Roy smelled something foul as he sat in his desk. Was Mrs. D’Souza roasting almonds? Rosy and Roland bounced into the room, “Dad, we are off to the Halloween party.” They jumped and down; their black costumes and weird make-up irritated him. “Hurry up then.” He had wanted to send them to a boarding school after Lizzy’s death, but a shred of humanity in the corner of his heart prevented him from doing so. Roy choked as the odor spread through the room. Now he recognized it as cyanide; the one he had administered to Lizzy 5 years ago.

This was written for the Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. This week’s prompt is to write about the day of the dead.

 

 

Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge – David’s Photo



David’s memory was put up in the living room. After the birth of the triplets, he was moved into their dad’s study. As the children grew, he was relegated to the cupboard deep inside. He heard the kids coo, crawl, walk and then speak their first words. David wanted to see his sisters and brother play. He wished to hear his mother’s voice. No one had said his name for the past 3 years. Though he wanted it to be this way, he still felt a sense of loss. Had he survived, he would have been 5 years old.

This was written for the Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. Thank you, Charli.

Flash Fiction Challenge – In the Movie Theater

As soon as Clara and Nick took their seats, he sighed loudly and stretched, causing a grandpa next to him to frown. After the chick flick started, he kicked a coke can below his legs. “I am thirsty.” he declared.

“Someone had spilled popcorn all over the front seats.  To think we came to this theater,” said Nick who never cleaned his room.

He stared at some teenagers cuddling, “The current generation is indecent.” he told grandpa.

Clara was grateful for the interval. “Shall we go?”

“How about the movie?”

“I hate it.”

“Oh.” he looked crestfallen. “Okay then.”

This is in response to this week’s Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction challenge.

Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction- The Doll

It was cloudy when Macie returned home. She had been little more than a machine for the past 2 years. Her husband sighed, reaching out to take her hat and coat. All of a sudden, a fierce gust of wind shook their living room. The wind blew through his study, scattering his papers and bringing down a doll, which he had hidden from her. He did not hear the doll fall, but Macie did. She rushed over and picked it up, her eyes watering. She looked at his stunned face and sobbed for the first time in 2 years.

This story was written for the Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. Thank you, Charli, for giving us the opportunity.

Carrot Ranch Challenge – Melanie

He squinted at the braided girl in brown hair with his half-blind eyes.  The first time he saw her, she was dancing to the same tune. Has it been 60 years? They were married the next year and she had passed away a year after their marriage. She was back now, wearing the same dress. “Melanie’, he whispered weakly. Melanie, for the first time in her traditional attire, danced exuberantly. She looked at him and sensed that something was wrong. She hurried over to him. ‘Grandpa’, she shook him. His limp body fell to the ground with a thud.

This is in response to this week’s Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge.