Thursday, May 31, 2012


Nigel Lasserby knew his time was growing short.

In a gathhering of his closest friends and family members he informed them of his imminent demise and offered each of them a parcel; a memento by which to remember Nigel.

Inside his Great-Niece's package was half of a medallion and clues as to where the remainder of it was hidden. Brother Christoph had been given a book of quotations with many of the sayings highlighted with underlinings. Kenneth was Nigel's man-servant. His "prize" was a key to a safe deposit box that Nigel had kept at the bank. Lastly, Kitten, a buxom stripper who had befriended Nigel in his final days, received a note book with a series of random numbers.

Before he could explain each gift, Nigel was stricken by a fatal heart attack and died.

Write from the perspective of one of the recipients about your "inheritance" and see where it takes you.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Precious Time

For the next several weeks, my Wednesday prompt will center around the subject or concept of time.  In todays fiction, write about a scene where time is of the utmost importance and there never seems to be enough time.

Monday, May 28, 2012

Looking off into the distance...

Image courtesy of New & Noteworthy Blog
Things have changed a lot since the late 1800s and early 1900s.  Nowadays, the view is probably much different from what one might have expected to see back then.

So...who do you think this lady be, and what do you suppose she sees?

Sunday, May 27, 2012

An Excerpt to Insert

"I will begin the story of my adventures with a certain morning early in the month of June, the year of grace 1751, when I took the key for the last time out of the door of my father's house."
~Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson

*I hope either the picture or the quote inspires you. Happy Memorial Day!*

Friday, May 25, 2012

The color of magic is the color of you...

Image courtesy of Thoughts on Arts and Creative Living
According to Terry Pratchett, 
Octarine is the color of magic.  What color are you?

~Pick a Quote~

Pick a quote, any quote and with pen poised 
write about it directly or indirectly.

Quotes Daddy may have one you like...
there're 1000 so chances are one will amuse your muse!

Happy Friday Flashy Fiction writers!! Smiles!

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Have a Ball

It’s baseball season and golf too. The basketball playoffs are in full swing. Tennis balls, bowling balls, footballs, soccer balls, ping pong balls, billiard balls …there are balls everywhere. Incorporate a ball somewhere in your fiction today because that’s the way the ball bounces.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Anachronisms Abound...

You are in an age where modern conveniences were mere pipe dreams. The telephone is tethered to the wall. Your music was heard over a console radio or through a record player. Posted mail took days to reach its destination. And your writing process involved one of these contraptions. You are writing  a "futuristic' piece where all of the modern versions of these scenarios come into play. The only catch is you must give these "inventions" different names than we have given them that are more descriptive to their purpose. Everything new is old again for your piece of fiction. Be as outlandish as possible. You may even taken a modern item and back date it in the same fashion. 

Monday, May 21, 2012

OMG! Did I just see what I thought I saw?!

Image courtesy of Giulia Geranium/Alfred Eisenstaedt
These l'il kids were watching a puppet show.  Ohmigosh!  What just happened?  Whatever did they see?

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Word Tornado

Today, use as many (or as few) of these words as you please in your written piece:


Or write about wind. Or tornados. Just let your word winds blow (but don’t get too long-winded…remember, this is flashy fiction.)

(Notice that the ΓΌber common words “see,” “be” and “a” are included…which basically means you could write anything flashy, and post it here!)

A gold cyber-star goes to anyone who uses ’em all.

Friday, May 18, 2012

A bird in hand...

Image courtesy of West Hampton-Hampton Bay's Patch/Patti Robinson
Connections are made every day and in different ways:  a bird, a song, the touch of a hand.  How do you find the connection?  What makes it real?

A Lil' Combo Prompto Magic!

Good day Friday Flashy Fiction Writers!!

Maybe this photo is fodder for you?

(Photo credit: Photobucket)

Or maybe this word quest will be a seed for a story?

Close your eyes, open a dictionary, and point to a word. Does your word mean anything special to you? Feel free to pick a few for your story with this method if you like.

Perhaps even a combination of the both inspires a bit of prose?

everyone has a little story to tell... 


Thursday, May 17, 2012


Each one of these keys opens something.
 Choose one and tell what it is you've unlocked.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Can You See Me Now?

A character in your story today has the power to be invisible. Perhaps it is by choice or possibly they are stuck in another dimension. What do they see and what do they do when no one can see them?

Monday, May 14, 2012

Sunday, May 13, 2012

An Excerpt to Insert

Courtesy of Yahoo pictures

The mother began to sob, gently at first, then louder. The girl looked at her, stunned. In all her ten years, she had never seen her mother cry.

-from Sarah's Key by Tatiana de Rosnay


Happy Mother's Day!

Friday, May 11, 2012

~Creative Creatures~

So, this is crazy-cool! Just write whatever comes to mind as you watch or listen to this! I hope it inspires some creative thoughts for you! Happy Friday, Flashy Fiction writers!! Smiles to you ALL!

Thursday, May 10, 2012


"He's late again!" Larry thought. "That morbid bastard is probably sequestered away in his chamber!"

"Indeed!" Jim agreed. "The guy will still be walking the earth and people will refer to him as 'the late Ed Poe'!"

Ed had suffered some losses and been dealing with his own mind, which scared his two friends.

Lawrence turned. "Did you hear that?" he asked.

"That tapping; gently rapping on your door?" James inquired.

A loud squaking could be heard in the hall and suddenly, a large black feather slid under the door...

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Super Moon

With all the great moon viewing this past week, surely you have been moonstruck.  Today incorporate the moon into your story.  Maybe something happened in the moonlight or mooon shadows or you might even focus on the man in the moon.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Walk a Mile in My Shoes

You have big shoes to fill. Whose are they and where will they take you? The only direction they will go is where the heart leads. Fill the shoes and this page with your story.

Monday, May 7, 2012


London's Kings Cross Station, image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
"I have always loved to sit in ferry and railroad stations and watch the people, to walk on crowded streets, just walk along among the people, and see their faces, to be among people on street cars and trains and boats." ~Ella R. Bloor

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Losing your marbles?

I am. I thought May would slow some, but it is not to be. Much juggling. (And now I've gone and mixed my metaphors.)
To flash your fiction today, write of marbles spilled...juggled balls akimbo...plates spinning in midair, or dropped and broken. Write of things that are round, grounded in blurred edges and smooth in your palm. Write of colors spilled loose, and the way they flow into each other, and what's found there. Write of childhood games...marbles, hide and seek, Miss Mary Mack. Or take this photo, and spill what you will. Just write. And flash it here.

Friday, May 4, 2012

~Elements to Inspire~

Andy Goldsworthy environmentalist Artist - P1 via youtube
Happy Friday Flashy Fiction Writers~Smiles to you all!

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

A Different Kind of Place

Today, lets drift off to an imaginary city.  This will be a place like no other.  Perhaps it is a city of the future or of the past.  It might simply be make believe.  What is the world like when we can imagine it any way we want?

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Whale of a Tail...

McGonnagle sat on the shore of the Ness, dripping wet. The bite mark on his arm left a crimson stain growing larger. His wild ramblings of the Monster were atributed to an enormous quantity of Scotch whiskey and the shock of cutting his self on the jagged rocks below. Still, they could not explain the welt upon his back. It was pointed with sharp barbs radiating from the center; the mark of the tail held McGonnagle's tale. The constable filled his report.

Write the constable's report of the incident: