Friday Fictioneer: Uninhabitable #flashfiction #fiction #amwriting 


Thanks to Rochelle Wise-Off Fields for hosting FF. 

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Credit: Lucy Fridkin

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Paulette had never seen anything as thrilling as the dawning sun kissing the ocean turning the blue-green water of the ports a shimmering orange. She was high above the city in a helicopter.

 It used to be her favourite time of the day, before violence, destruction, and war was waged against the island of Jespa. Although many international leaders did not want to aggravate their largest trading partners, the communist country Hincqua, other countries supported the democratic island country of Jespa who had formed seeking independence from Hincqua.

Hincqua had not put up with Jespa’s humiliation for long. As a result, when the sun was high in the sky, Paulette’s heart sank at the decimation before her. She only knew it was her team’s job to aid the survivors in starting over. Jespa had become uninhabitable.  

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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: A Day To Die #flashfiction #amwriting 


Thank you to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.

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Source: Ian Kelly

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“Are you sure we have to take this helicopter tour?” Glenda asked her husband Ralph.

 “How can we pass up a chance to do a helicopter tour of LA half-priced?” 

“The pilot seems to fly jerkily. I’m worried he hasn’t enough experience and there were dents on the side of the helicopter.” 

“I’m fully qualified and have been flying since the Gulf War,” Eddie the pilot said offended.”You two have no idea the battles I’ve flown through.” 

“You’ve offended the pilot Glenda. You should apologize, you’re afraid of heights,” Ralph muttered. 

Suddenly, the helicopter went sideways before nose diving between high rise buildings. Both Ralph and Glenda screamed.

The helicopter landed on pavement with a crash. Eddie managed to somehow land the helicopter rightside up. The couple were surprised to be alive with only a few scrapes.

“Eddie are you alright?” Ralph asked, unbuckling his seat belt and taking off his cans.

 He shook Eddie but winced, a shard of glass had sliced into Eddie’s head; he was dead. 

“Ah Eddie, you shouldn’t have been up in that sky.” Ralph said sadly.

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Sunday Photo Fiction: She Looks Like Gollum


Thanks to Alistair Forbes the gracious host of SPF.

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A Mixed Bag

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“Wow Mom. Can we do this going back the other way?” Tyson pleaded.

“Yeah, Ty of course we can do the gondolas on the way back. How else would we go back down the mountain?” 

“We could walk?” Tyson suggested, shrugging.

” I think we should go to the museum about the mountain and town that used to be here. Then we can walk to a few look-out points, before taking take the gondola down.” Trish said.

She held Tyson’s baby sister in a snuggy. Trish peered down at tiny Dora. 

“Look who’s awake Tyson.” He made a face at Trish, regarding Dora with destain. 

“She’s ugly. I thought girls were supposed to be pretty; she could be Gollum.”

Trish swatted Tyson playfully. “Don’t call your sister Gollum.” He giggled. 

“She’ll grow into herself. You’ll be playing the role of her protective big brother in no time.”

Tyson laughed. “I think I’ll be protecting the boys from her…”

Suddenly, he felt the gondola fall. It haulted, hanging from half the original cable at an angle.

Dora was crying and Tyson was afraid. His arm hurt terribly and was at an odd angle. Tyson’s Mom kept repeating prayers, tears leaking from her eyes.

“I take it back Dora is pretty,” Tyson cried thinking his words had made God mad at him.  That had to be why is Mom was praying so much.

Ten minutes later a helicopter arrived saving Tyson and his family. Tyson was thrilled to be riding in a helicopter, even with a broken arm.

 He patted Dora’s head as she wriggled in the snuggy his Mom still wore.

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