Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – The Island


The volcanic island sat there dormet, or so everyone thought.

We had come to L’Isle to enjoy the lush nature around us, the lovely beaches,and hauntingly beautiful ocean. There was scuba diving, off-roading, fishing, shopping, and time to lay in the pure white sand.

Sometime around 1:30 pm we heard a rumble. The local news said it was nothing, that the Volcanic Island made noises sometimes but the rumbles continued from the volcano and people began to evacuate. My mother decided it was time to fly home.

I remember that day as we took off from the small airport on the island the sky was so clear you could see tropical birds flying. But then the volcano blew its top. Magma and fire rained down upon the island and animals and people were caught in its trap.

The smoke was thick but we flew in the opposite direction back towards Europe, away from the smoke and destruction. When mother nature exploded she came a part mercilessly.

L'Isle before the Volcanic Eruption
L’Isle before the Volcanic Eruption

Thanks to Priceless Joy for organizing. Want to participate?

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Day 14 – NaPoWriMo – Dialogue Poem – ” To The Whale”


To the whale on my wall

Why do you swim there at all

In infinite grace you flip your tale

Flat as a board, you are my mural whale

I wish to be free to swim in the ocean

But things are quite difficult without any motion

I’d like to eat fish and be part of a pod

But I’m just stuck her where I give you a nod.


Oh whale what fisherman caught you

How’d he get in my wall as you do

All the the things that whale pictures are supposed to

I look at my wall I am overwhelmed, why don’t you swim 

Child, I’m a picture and I long for the sea

It could be just you and me

I’d give you a ride on the back of my dorsel 

But I am merely a painting, and paintings stay on walls


You’ll never free me I am the wall whale

I’ll never free you, you aren’t even real.