Kaleidoscopic Vision

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(C) pricelessjoy.co . Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) August 09, 2015. This photo brings you to the challenge page. Hosted by pricelessjoy.

Things seemed like they were the same. The world seemed as bright as it always was, with the leaves as brown as they were in the autumn, and the kids sounded as joyful as they always were. I could see the trees in the distance, at the opposite side of the park, and I can even see the gray skies in the distance which meant that it was raining somewhere far away.

The thunder boomed, and it sounded the same as it got closer and closer. But when the rain began to pelt on me, the world started to look different with every drop. My vision was clouded by splashes, and it dissolved into a blur of colors.

Kaleidoscopic Vision

The Balloon Man

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(C) pixabay.com. Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFFAW), Aug 27, 2015. This photo brings you to the challenge page. Hosted by Priceless Joy.

“Momma! Look! Balloons!”

Little Jenny tugged hard on her mother’s arm in the direction of the balloon man.

“Not now, Jenny,” Donna huffed irritantly.

Donna picked up her walking pace, hoping that it would force Jenny to stop looking at that balloon man. But alas, her plan backfired. On her third step, she stretched her skirt slightly too far and the seam gave way. With a loud RIIIP, the skirt revealed four inches more of her skin.

“Oh curses!”

The loud rip made people turn around and everyone started to stare in her direction. Jenny giggled loudly, which made matters worse. Donna tends to fumble when she is nervous. She kept her head down, but somehow she did not see the huge kerb in front of her and SMACK, she crashed her shoe into it. Donna promptly collapsed into a mess on the floor.

“Mom? Are you okay?” Jenny’s eyes glistened with genuine concern.

“Are you okay, m’am?” A deep voice came from behind.

Donna whipped her head around. It was the balloon man.

He held out a helium balloon shaped like Olaf the Snowman to Jenny. Without hesitating, Jenny took it.

“Thank you, sir!”

“Jenny, give it back. I don’t want to buy a balloon.”

Before Jenny could protest, the balloon man cut in.

“It’s free, m’am,” his deep voice boomed.

Then he added, “Come, I have a pair of spare pants in here somewhere too.”

Donna, still sprawled on the floor, was at a loss. Finally, she caved, and accepted the balloon man’s outstretched hand. He pulled her to her feet and dusted her down.

“There you go, sweetpea.”

Donna froze. Only one other person in the world called her that.

She realized she had not gotten a close look at the balloon man yet. She peered under his cap and her suspicions were confirmed.

“Why, sweetpea? Surprised to see me? Your dear old papa?”

Word count: 317

The Balloon Man

Atom Underwater

(C) Dawn M. Miller. Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers (FFFAW), July 01, 2015. This photo brings you to the prompt page. Hosted by, Priceless Joy.
(C) Dawn M. Miller. Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers (FFFAW), July 01, 2015. This photo brings you to the prompt page. Hosted by, Priceless Joy.

I’m suffocating!

I wiggled my body, desperately trying to gain control over my movement in water, but I could not move my arms.Neither could I move my legs! They would not respond to me as well.

I was being drawn dangerously close to the center now. I could hear the deafening roar of the motor- sound travels spectacularly well in water. I could see the motor as well. It was emanating a pulse that made the water around it ripple and bubble, as if it was boiling the water.

I’m getting too close!

Then, whooosh! The water molecule shot into the air before gravity pulled it back down, only to be shot up once again, just for our entertainment.

Word count: 142

Atom Underwater

But I Don’t Want A Farm!

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Horace was Telela’s second uncle which she never really liked and met only once a year and he had just passed away. But the real bomb was that he had left his entire farm for Telela’s inheritance.

What on earth is he thinking?

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Today is the day that she scheduled a visit to his farm which was located very far from where she resided. She dressed to ensure as much of her skin was covered because she hated mosquitoes.

~

When she got there, she decided the farm was in a decent enough condition to be put up for sale. She took out her phone to phone her agent, but she was rejected by a notification: Low credit. Flustered, she drove to the nearest convenience store, just to realize a small tree has fallen over the road. The tree was no higher than her shin, and it irked her that something as thin and weak-looking as that would be such a huge obstacle for her.

If only my car could jump, or do an itsy-bitsy hop. But cars don’t jump. *sigh*

Then an idea struck her.

But horses could.

But I Don’t Want A Farm!

A Very Watery Date

(C) Sonya O. Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFFAW), June 10, 2015. This photo brings you to the challenge page. Hosted by Priceless Joy
(C) Sonya O. Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFFAW), June 10, 2015. This photo brings you to the challenge page. Hosted by Priceless Joy

The Sea World would be an excellent venue for their first date, he thought. He has never been so wrong.

The instant that she realized that his plan was a visit to Sea World, she burst into tears. She did not tell him why though. She did not want to ruin the date; he booked the tickets in advance too. They did not come cheap.

But the tears invariably came again as they passed by the Angelfish aquariums.

“What’s wrong, Jenny?” Mike asked, genuine concern evident on his face.

“Aquariums remind me of Gabriel,” she struggled between tears.

Shit. Ex-boyfriends are never a good first-date conversation topic, Mike silently berated himself for asking and braced for the imminent emotional roller coaster ride.

“He was found dead last year,” Jenny sobbingly continued, unaware of the horror spreading across Mike’s face. He was thinking, a dead ex-boyfriend!? Shit, this girl is full of baggage that I don’t need. Why do I always pick the bad ones? Then she added, “Next to a cracked aquarium,” before her turbulent sobbing made the rest of her words inaudible.

Mike did not know how else to react, so he put his arm around her, and listened to her incoherent tearful speech. But at the back of his mind, he thought he heard, “Gabriel was such a good angelfish!”

Word count: 222

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A Very Watery Date

Annabelle Goes To Church

(C) Priceless Joy. Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFFAW), May 27, 2015. This photo brings you to the challenge page. Hosted by Priceless Joy
(C) Priceless Joy. Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFFAW), May 27, 2015. This photo brings you to the challenge page. Hosted by Priceless Joy

It was the church that she always dreamed of getting married in.

The girl glided silently down the aisle, her face the portrait of quiescent bliss. She was downed in a white gown complete with a veil and the light rays which shone through the cathedral’s mosaic windows collected around her figure as a shimmering aura.

But the aura made her pulsate with brightness, almost spookily. And when you looked closely, when the aura was its brightest, she seemed almost translucent. And when you look even closer, you could see that her feet never touch the floor. But you could see the trail of water that drops in her wake. Listen to it. It goes drip… drip… drip…

Annabelle Goes To Church

If Gazebos Could

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(C) Dawn M Miller. Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers (FFFAW), May 20, 2015. This photo brings you to the challenge page. Hosted by Priceless Joy.

If gazebos feel shame,
This gazebo would hang its head,
His flesh and friends were of the same;
From wood they are all made.

If gazebos could move,
This gazebo would not stand so proud,
He’d rather hide than be aloof,
Far away from the crowd.

If gazebos have hearts,
This gazebo would apologize publicly
Announcing he’d rather be torn apart
Than to live a life of hypocrisy.

If gazebos can dream,
This gazebo has other plans.
He will assemble a big team,
and start gathering his fans.

If gazebos could rebel,
This gazebo will start a riot
His pain, no one can quell,
No one can make him quiet.

But gazebos stand still,
So we don’t need to worry,
They neither speak nor feel,
So we believe they’re happy.

Word count: 130

If Gazebos Could