Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers: Goodbye Old San Francisco


Jacklyn loved the old part of San Francisco. She couldn’t think of anything she adored more than spending a morning walking and browsing in various shops.

As Jacklyn devoured Chinese food, the sky began to darken. A rumbling thunder could be be heard in the distance. Jacklyn felt apprehensive.

Fat drops of rain fell and became numerous. The rain fell in torrid sheets, pooling on the streets. Jacklyn and many others were soaked as they ran inside. The the wind arose strongly and it began to hail.  An eerie green light was cast upon the sky and Jacklyn froze as she saw a funnel cloud near.

The wind picked up as Jacklyn and others hid under tables in the Chinese restaurant. The acrid taste of fear was in her mouth. Jacklyn heard a roaring as the Tornado blew through the area; the sound went on forever.

Later, when the Tornado had passed, Jacklyn and the people inside the Chinese Restaurant’s building came outside. To Jacklyn’s shock, it was the only building in old San Francisco standing. She wept.

Word Count: 177 words

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The Story Tellers Abode: The Old Part of San Francisco

Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting the challenge!

Note: I have never been to San Francisco. I don’t know if they get Tornado’s there. But for the purposes of this story they do.

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Poem: “Beautiful for him.”



This is the day before I meet you, this is a day we could remember someday down the road. But lets meet first.

I have showered using fragrant shower gel; I have scrubbed my body and my face. I have shaved and waxed so carefully all to have the smoothest skin you’ve ever touched.

I am slathering myself up in sweet smelling body butter, my toes are a pedicured gold and my fingernails passion pink.

My hair has been washed and conditioned twice, and towel dried before I put my products in (spray in conditioner and moose).

I have blow-dried my hair carefully to get volume in the back. Rolling the brush around my blonde strands before curling them artfully with a curling rod.

My face is tonerized, moisturized, serumized, and I have used makeup primer, there’s no way my makeup is coming off.

I have delicately put on foundation, concealer, and barely there eye shadow. I made my makeup subtle with a light pink lipstick — I don’t want my lipstick to show up on you.

I wanted to look natural because men like their woman not to look overdone. But I know an extra coat of mascara makes my eyes look bigger.

I sprayed on my favourite perfume Chance by Chanel and sprayed my hair loosely in place. Just enough, you can run your fingers through it.

I am dressed casually so it looks as if I didn’t try too hard. But you know that casual is hard work. Well I’ll know, you’ll glance at the time on your phone in the car for the third time. . .

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But then, you’ll call to say that we cannot meet today, you are going away. After, I was getting ready for you. To make a good impression.

You said this to me so last minute, I thought maybe you don’t wan’t to meet me for real. But I remembered you said you thought I was cute.

So here am I, dressed up with no place to go. That’s the last time I dress and beautify myself for a man. Next time I’ll only do it for me.

That’s what I say, until the next guy I like…

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Writing 101 – Reflection – “Mirrors”


Your eyes are a reflection of your soul it is said; but if you’ve seen pitch black-brown eyes, you know they can be the kindest gentle eyes.

People used to be afraid of their reflection — much like our pets. The authorities thought using mirrors was vanity as the Puritans had no mirrors.  But I can think of many instances having a mirror would be handy.

It was thought that your left hand was evil, especially if you were left handed. Because the right hand mirrors the left, the left was to be watched.

People used to look at themselves in surfaces that shone and reflected a person’s image back. Glass has not been around so long so we used metals that when shiney gave a reflection.

When mirrors came about, they were put in every place you could think of. On the table, the wall, and on the ceiling. Where can you escape your reflection when it is always mirrored.

And when you do sit down and think, for some self – reflection, does your self reflect your heart or soul? Are you living the life you want to?

And with “selfies” and mirrored surfaces at every place we go. Does our appearance always measure up? Did we leave lipstick on our teeth? Or cut our face during shaving?

I think there’s a bit too much reflective surfaces if I may say so myself. I think we are a bit vain as we look at ourselves in every mirrored surface we can. Perhaps, if we reflected more on the inside our bodies would reflect something greater — something kind.

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