Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers – The Bottom of the Hill


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Mandibelle16

I tumbled down the hill at the side of a bridge. I rolled over grass, little stones, stumps, and fell at the bottom on a walking trail. I was sore all over. At the bottom of the hill I slowly arose my body aching. I couldn’t walk on my ankle and I felt so dizzy I was so sick to my stomach.

That’s when I saw her leaning against one of the bridge pylons. Her clothes were ripped and dirty and her deep brown eyes had a vacant look. She approached me with caution and bared her teeth. Long strips of dirty oily hair fell in front of her face and she made no movement to brush them away just slowly moved towards me.

A little knife was gripped in her hand and she pushed me down with her finger poking bruised ribs. Suddenly, the knife was buried in my side…

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Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers – The Bottom of the Hill


I tumbled down the hill at the side of the bridge and fell at the bottom on a walking trail. I was sore all over. I slowly arose my body aching. I couldn’t walk on my ankle and I felt so dizzy I was sick to my stomach.

That’s when I saw her leaning against one of the bridge pylons. Her clothes were ripped and dirty and her deep brown eyes had a vacant look. She approached me with caution and bared her teeth. Long strips of dirty oily hair fell in her face as she slowly moved towards me, a knife gripped in her dirty hand.

 Suddenly, the knife was buried agonizingly in my side and the girl was reaching in my pockets to steal my wallet and phone. She concluded, by taking my boots and casting them into the pathway. I called out uselessly for someone to help me. But darkness fell and I lay there under the bridge, a victim of my own stupidity. My feet were freezing. 

Word Count: 175 words

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