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Surprise no more

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General Fiction

“Rose! Duck!” Jade shouted before vanishing into the bushes.

Rose, innocently, searched the surrounding for ducks to find nothing but the winter air. “There’s nothing here, Jade.”

“Not that one, you silly.” Jade’s voice faded into a whisper, then she pointed at the one and only quaint house in 6th street. “Come here.  Look—lights!”

Rose comically crawled to hide behind the bushes and tried to take a peak. The lights are indeed turned on inside. She could see flickering, colourful lights from the glass window but the house had been empty for a long time. Could there be a burglar?

“Are those Christmas lights?” Jade gingerly moved close to the house. “There’s smoke from the chimney, too!”

“Jade, this smell…” Rose stopped in midair, eyes closed. “Cake.”

Both eyes widened in realization. “Cheese cake!” They shouted in chorus.

“She’s home!!” Jade couldn’t hide her excitement.

“She’s baaaack!!” Rose ran towards the door.

Bell rang and the door flung open. “Mariaaaaaa!!!”

A woman in her sixties with an unmistakable beauty welcomed Rose and Jade with a warm smile. “Argh! You got me. I’m supposed to surprise you two. Happiest New Year, girls!! How are my two favourite angels?”

Word Count: 198

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


Written for Roger’s flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner and Al’s Sunday Photo Fiction.

Happiest new year, everyone!! It’s been a loooooong hiatus for me and I’m glad to be back here at blog-o-sphere. I’ve missed you and your posts! Please do bear with me. I will be hoping onto your sites in a while. Special shoutout to my two favourite girls, Rosema of A Reading Writer and Jade of Jade M. Wong. *kisses*

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Cheating Death

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Cheating Death

“Will you take it, child?” The old woman held out a crystal, her eyes shifted from shades of the blue sky into a deep sea.

Does she really want this? Is she really willing to give up her youth, her beauty, her future and half of her life for good? Beads of sweat trickled down Lisa’s forehead as her fingers touched the stone. Her eyes closed and images of the past swirled in her mind. She remembered his dark eyes, his laughter and his voice and the way he say her name. His touch.

Eyes flew open and she was filled with panic, fear and resolve. She wanted him back—alive and breathing by her side.

A while ago, it was her blood that dripped on a clear crystal and stained it pink. A while ago, her skin was beautifully fair. A while ago, the love of her life was dead.

But not anymore.

“It is done.” The old woman said and the last thing she saw was her malevolent smile.

Word Count: 170

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


Here is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This week’s photo prompt is provided by my awesome friend, Jade. Thanks PJ for hosting another fun prompt. 😀

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Memories and Smoke

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Adam settled into his favorite bench, took out his pipe and lit it, and then filled the afternoon with recollection of memories and stories, of smiles and tears.

Autumn has come around and the world is bathed into a crisp ocher and golden brown again. She had always loved this season, he thought. His mind wandered back to the time when he came home to find Eve nestled in the heap of tawny leaves like a bird curled at the core of its nest; her lips arched into a smile. He kissed her the way a prince would have kissed sleeping beauty—only that she never woke up. Eve lay cold and lifeless as he broke into tears and disbelief.

He’d never seen autumn that dreadful. Since then, part of him died each day when the leaves fell from the trees. Lost in memories and smoke, he waited for winter.

Word Count: 150

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


Here is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This week’s photo prompt is provided by Phylor. Thanks PJ for hosting another fun prompt.

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Madame Tesdale’s Teahouse

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A huge crowd gathered across the strange-looking building in 12th street. It’s only six o’clock in the morning yet the street was already swarming with people. He could hear consecutive gasps, curses and laughter as he towered behind the onlookers and eavesdroppers.

“Who would do such thing to Madame Tesdale’s teahouse?”

“Genius—whoever those people are!”

“Did she ran out of tea and decided to sell booze instead?”

“Hello Kitty goes Funky Munky, huh?”

“FUNKY MUNKY, that’s a helluva name. Isn’t that supposed to be Funky Monkey?”

Still smiling from ear to ear, his eyes caught a glimpse of the teahouse owner. There goes poor Madame Tesdale who looked like she just raided her daughter’s closet with her pink dress, platform heels, plastic bangles and banana clips. The look on her face as she saw the once cutesy teahouse turned into a funky-looking bar was priceless. She then collapsed.

Unable to contain his amusement, he let out a laugh.

“Hey… You’re the new guy, right?” a neighbor asked. “Is that paint on your face?”

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


Here is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. Thanks PJ for hosting another fun prompt.

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One Day

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“You’re doing great, Manny.” Rod stepped into the boardwalk, his boots thumping against the wood. “A bright future lies ahead.”

It’s been three months since Manny became the Department of Agriculture secretary yet it seemed like he spent a lifetime dealing with the country’s rice self-sufficiency issue. “You think so, Mr. President?” he asked, running a hand along the rail, smiling at the infinite horizon of rice fields and blue skies.

“You’re staring at the answer, kid.”

“It’s just that I have this dream… that one day, no child will be seen stealing or scavenging for food.”

“Don’t we all?”

Word Count: 100

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


In response to this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a hundred-word piece of fiction. The photo prompt this week is a courtesy of Adam Ickes. Thank you!

I have never been fascinated by a politician before but I found our new DA secretary, Manny Piñol, a breath of fresh air. I appreciate that more than anything else, he is an agriculturist. His hands have touched the soils. I do hope that he never strays from his mission to towards food sufficiency and poverty alleviation in the country. 🙂

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Soccer Ball

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Soccer Ball

From the corner of his eyes, Liam saw that Andrew was wide open so he scuffled and kicked the ball aiming at his direction. The ball cut through the players but flew straight into Mr. Gardiner’s window and the next thing they heard was a loud, smashing sound.

“Liam, dude, you’re dead!” Dennis came rushing to the house and the rest followed.

“Go on, Liam. Talk to Mr. Gardiner.” Andrew whispered.

Liam, sweating and face flushed, stared at the shattered glass in disbelief. He went inside the house with a heart beating like a drum. His mom would kill him later but would be much willing to pay for the damage. What worried him was talking to the grumpy, old man. Mr. Gardiner never liked kids— or people in general.

A few moments later, Mr. Gardiner appeared from the broken window and threw the ball. Out of fear, Dennis kicked the ball towards Andrew who was suddenly on his feet. The ball, they realized, was not a soccer ball after all. It was Liam’s head.

Word Count: 175


Here is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yinglan. Thanks PJ for hosting another fun prompt.

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War on Drugs

 

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War on Drugs
Realistic Fiction

“How are we doing?” Police inspector Stone inquired, pouring another glass from his bottle of Jack Daniels.

“Seven-hundred deaths, eight-thousand surrenders, sir.” Bates answered aptly.

Disgusted, Stone felt the liquor boiling from his insides. “That’s a lot of mouths to feed. We’ve had enough of these pushers and addicts. This is war on drugs, kid. I want you men to purge.”

“What about due process, sir?”

“Call it resisting arrest or self-defense, I don’t care. Just get those body bags out—fast.”

*BATES’ PHONE RINGS*

With a lump in his throat, he voiced, “Sir… It’s your son. He’s…  He’s dead.”

Word Count: 100

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


In response to this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a hundred-word piece of fiction. The photo prompt this week is a courtesy of Ted Strutz. Thank you!

I was watching Senator De Lima’s privilege speech last night and regardless of she has done or has failed to do against the proliferation of drugs as a former justice secretary, I stand by her side when it comes to extrajudicial killings. This do-it-yourself justice is inhumane, an impunity that must come to an end.

“Drugs destroy lives, but we need not destroy lives to destroy drugs.” -Leila de Lima

 

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Kicking Butts

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Kicking Butts
Realistic Fiction

“Hey, Chev!” Dorothy called out to the 1967 Chevrolet Impala. “Going out with that horse? It’s not my favorite pair but suit yourself.”

Ace snorted loudly as he eyed the white Cadillac beside them. “Is this the one, Chevy?”

Chevy has seen Dorothy the day Marcus, her owner, received that dreadful foreclosure notice. Marcus lost his home to the bank, concurrently, losing his whole life, too. She hated Dorothy and the bank since then.

“You’re looking rather sleek today.” Ace walked towards Dorothy, appraising her body. “A Cadillac Escalade?”

“2016. The latest model.” Dorothy grinned with pride.

“I see… So your owner came here to take the Marcus’ ranch. Four decades— the man has been working up a sweat living his own life.”

Dorothy noticed anger in Ace’s voice and refuted, “He’s just doing his job. He didn’t—

A loud smashing sound left Dorothy startled. The last thing she remembered was the sight of her shattered headlights and damaged wing before Ace gave one last angry jolt, “Tell that professional crook I’ll kick his capitalist butt.”

Word Count: 175

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


Here is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This week’s photo prompt is provided by Phylor. Thanks PJ for hosting another fun prompt.

P.S. I missed this!! ❤ :)

This one is inspired by a documentary I was watching last night. Michael Moore’s Capitalism: A love story.

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Broken Things

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Broken Things
Realistic Fiction

“You are the weirdest friend I’ve ever known!” Selena exclaimed, staring at the dilapidated statue in Taylor’s yard.

They’ve been bestfriends since childhood— ever since the world begun. Selena’s been practically part of Taylor’s life as much as Taylor’s been part of hers. They’re two opposite poles, so much like two sides of a brain. Taylor is odd and quirky and artsy and lost in the clouds while Selena is everything Taylor’s not.

“Lena!” Taylor’s eyes beamed. “I bought this for three-dollars on a garage sale. You like?”

“I like?” she yelled, giving an unbelieving stare. “Why would someone have the nerve to sell this and why would you buy such scrap?”

“It’s my latest hobby, remember? I collect broken things.”

“Ever since Jacob broke your heart,” she argued. “You can’t mend it with those, Tay.”

Taylor’s eyes flickered with a hint of tears as she proudly spoke, “Watch me.”

Word Count: 150

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


Here is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This week’s photo prompt is provided by Phylor. Thanks PJ for hosting another fun prompt.:):):)

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