100 Word Wednesday: Stolen Away #flashfiction #100WordWednesday #amwriting 


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I was excited to be away from home, I had been looking forward to exploring Europe and cities such as Stockholm in Sweden. It was a picturesque city and I was awed by the majestic view of it I had from the lake, the orderliness of the architecture.

I sighed loudly making noise and the man driving the boat smacked me hard. I peered up at the stranger who had kidnapped me with fear; a tear trickled down my cheek.

I knew I would never have the chance to explore Stockholm or any other city in Europe.


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Flash Fiction For the Aspiring Writer: ‘The Lady’s Breakast.’


On Whyte Avenue this eclectic bar opened up. The food is delicious and the bar is called: ‘The Lady’s Breakfast.’ It’s an interesting name for a pub. Inside you can see a lady riding a horse on an old painting.

Apparently, Felicia was the wife of an accomplished Military Commander. She was the height of fashion in France in her region for a few years.

A man named Edmond Township kidnapped Felicia. They fought terribly and he wouldn’t let her go. Felicia cried when Edmond admitted to her, her husband wouldn’t pay for her safe return.

 Felicia disappeared with Edmond to America. They travelled to Philadelphia and opened up a pub and inn. 

Felicia never understood why each morning, Edmond brought her breakfast in bed as if she were still a Lady. 

She didn’t realize it was out of love until one day he was gone and didn’t return for months. He had been left for dead by robbers and saved by a kindly couple. 

On the day, he arrived back, Felicia threw herself into his arms. She became his wife and inspiration for the owners at a pub called, ‘The Lady’s Breakfast.’

 

Etol Bagum
 
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Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers Part 3: A Whisp  in The Wind.


Jackie never saw Bernice again after her terrifying revelation to Jackie at the gazebo. She cut her dark mane short and put large blonde highlights in her hair. Davey could be anywhere. She stopped dressing fashionably and moved her entire belongings to a condo in a neighbourhood not far from a sandy beach called Quiet Harbor Beach.

Walking along the surf one afternoon she saw a group of boys in dark khaki uniforms. They asked her to take a picture of them and Jackie obliged. The boys hugged her and kissed her on the cheek, a proper thank you in their culture and left Jackie to wander.

Suddenly the hairs on Jackie’s neck began to prickle. She started running and knew it was too late for her to get anywhere when Davey tackled Jackie to the ground. ” Go away, and get off me Davey,” Jackie said. She began to kick and flail her limp body but Davey growled and told her to stop fighting him. ” I have a restraining order on you,” Jackie said angrily. 

Davey shrugged on top of of her and laughed. ” I don’t want to hurt you Jackie but I will if you don’t cooperate” Davey whispered in her ear. There was no one around to Jackie’s distress and Davey pulled her to her feet and brushed the sand off her. ” I just want you back, we maybe divorced but half of the money your grandfather left you is mine. Rich old bastard.” And half the money Bernice left you too is mine. Just because we’re divorced doesn’t mean that you can hoard that kind of cash” He stroked Jackie’s hair and cheek and Jackie almost threw up. 

” Yes, we’re going to be a happy family, in time you will learn to love me again.”

” You killed my sister” you asshole, screamed Jackie.

” I did and I don’t know how you know but it’s our little secret Jackie. The same could happen to you” murmured Davey and he stroked a circle around her throat. Jackie began to cry but Davey picked her up none too gently and shoved her in his Jaguar. He buckled her up, locked the doors and drove Jackie away to God knows where.

  
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