Flash Fiction Friday #5

I am aware that it’s likely not Friday where you are. It is where I am. :p

Once a week I scour weheartit for interesting pics and hit watchout4snakes for random words and post them as prompts for a quickie drabble contest.

Last weeks winner:

Flash Fiction Friday Winners Banner 

The winning drabble:

Will looked at the tree and remembered how, years ago, he climbed up, sat there and watched the sun set. He remembered it turned orange and red like autumn leaves and sank through the sky until it hid behind the steep, pointed roof of his step-father’s house.

He thought the tree would be smaller. It loomed up, towered above him. The lowest branch was twelve feet off the ground. He wondered how he managed to climb that high. The leather belt snapped in his mind. Will felt it land across his face; the sharp sting, the salty tears and he knew.

This weeks prompts:

Collecting | Hanging | Entirely

Prompts can be interpreted in any way you like. You can use as many or as few as you like. The inspiration you take from them can be as vague or as specific as you need it to be. You can write fanfic of whatever fandom you like or you can write original fic. You can use any pairing, any genre, anything. Be as fluffy or as squicky or as taboo as you like. Crossover, collaborate, whatever, but no more than two entries per week per author.

Your drabble must be exactly 100 words. No more. No less.

You’ve got until Thursday (NZ time, so Wednesday for most of you) to post your drabbles so I can pick a winner and write the next Flash Fiction Friday post.

I choose a winner on a fickle whim and award a pretty banner and an eternal place on the Flash Fiction Friday Winners Link List.

Post your drabbles in the comments section of this post to be eligible. You can also post wherever else you like. Links to here are always awesome :) A very brief header with warnings or ratings if applicable would be appreciated. I’ll read anything, but not everyone is as foolhardy ;)

Next week I’ll post the winner and a new set of prompts!

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14 responses to “Flash Fiction Friday #5

  • Stephanie Neeley

    Dear Jake

    Where the hell are you and why did you leave me? I’m so desperately pissed at you that I almost forget to miss you every moment of every day. You were the sun that warmed me and now I’m so cold in your absence.

    Are you happy? I hope you are. I need to know that somewhere you are living … fulfilled and filled with joy. That’s always how I picture you, glowing with laughter and love.

    You could have told me you were going. I wanted last kiss, last caress, last longing look. To tell you goodbye.

  • Anonymous Poster

    Untitled
    Prompt: Collecting
    short A/N at the end.

    I guess I’m a collector of sorts.

    I’ve done it all my life.

    We used to do that together.

    I guess you don’t remember anymore.

    We used to collect bottle caps, candy wrappers, stickers.

    The evidence of our youth.

    We used to collect photos, memories, secrets.

    The evidence of our growth.

    Now I’m collecting every fake smile.

    Every empty word.

    Every hurt feeling.

    Every moment of tension.

    Every missed connection.

    Every forgotten birthday.

    Every broken promise.

    Every insult.

    Every lie.

    The evidence of our failure.

    I’ve collected and I’m saving up.

    I’m gathering all that I need to leave you.

    A/N I know I’ve never said it, mostly because I’m too shy, but I’d like to say thank you to all of the kind words and comments I’ve gotten, you’ll never know how much it means. I look forward to reading you guys’ entries more than even writing mine. You all put together such great pieces every week, so thanks for that too.

  • Ninja (@Bbebar)

    Title: Do Your Balls Hang Low?
    Prompt: Hanging
    Rating: M for subject matter and language.
    A/N: Really…what can I say? I’m a fan.

    My mouth is literally salivating at the sight of them, heavy and hairless, and hanging so very low they rhythmically sway back and forth with the slightest of movements. 

    The feel of them in my hand, solid yet soft, causes my breath to hitch and my pulse to scatter. Experimentally, I tug on them sharply, eliciting an animalistic moan from deep within his throat. 

    When I can no longer bear simply imagining how the wrinkled skin will feel in my mouth, or how his earthy taste will settle on my tongue, I involuntarily lick my lips in anticipation. 

    Fucking perfection. 

  • bookjunkie1975

    Title: Waiting
    Prompt: entirely
    Rating: G

    She waits for him at the swings, toes scraping lazily along the ground as she drifts back and forth. This has always been their place. When they were younger they would sneak out of their houses and ride their bikes here, lie back on the cold, wet grass and stare at the sky until the stars all blurred together. Sometimes they’d talk. Sometimes they’d kiss. And sometimes they’d just lie quiet and content, arms pressed close, feeling safe and warm and understood. She thinks it’s been entirely too long since someone’s understood her. She wants that again. So she waits.

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