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Guilt

We were trained to hit, not just shoot. It sounds cruel, but we’re taught to kill seamlessly in a shot without feeling the slightest guilt. Whichever side a soldier is on- America, Russia, China, or Syria- we always believed we’re on the right side. We have to. And by the time we stepped behind our enemy’s line, we’re bound to kill or be killed.

So there we were, moving stealthily along empty houses where our foes, reportedly, hide. It only took one noise before the firing started. It lasted for only thirty-three minutes but it felt like a lifetime. Dead men lay sprawled out and crooked in the mud. Victory was on our side.

Or so we thought.

Amidst the mutilated corpses, stood a howling dog; its cry was haunting. I drew nearer to find it licking a dead woman’s face. There were children in there, too.

I walked as far away from that killing ground. The dog, to my surprise, followed my scent. Filled with guilt, I kneeled to meet its eyes, “Forgive me.”

Word Count: 175


Here is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. I’ve known from the moment I saw the photo prompt from pixabay that it would probably entail a heartbreaking story from most of us. So here I am, joining the band.

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Some battles

I am over you— or so I thought.

For the tears brimming from my eyes begged to disagree as I walked in the ruins of Corregidor, one step after another, while our tour guide, Mark, eagerly narrated the tragic history of its ruins. I should be sad for the thousands of souls who have suffered and died, fighting for their freedom against the Japanese troops. My heart should bleed for Bataan’s fall.

But no.

Instead, memory lane brought me to the footpath of our past. A battle that was only written in our history. A battle that I have never won. It was the time when we’re throwing curses at each other like they were mortars; each hit led to an explosion. We did all the talking but no one dared to liste—.

“Mika?” a voice stopped my reverie and I was back with the tour guide again. “Are you okay?” he continued.

Wiping the tears from my eyes, I nodded. “Yes. I was just thinking that someone should have raised the white flag.”

Word Count: 175


Here is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. Thank you Louise for the photo and PJ for another fun prompt. :):) 🙂

P.S. For some strange reasons I kept thinking of WWII when I saw this photo. Philippines, of course, was not spared from the bloodshed. A few hours after Pearl Harbor, Japanese troops came and seize occupancy in the country that lasted for 3 years. Thousands of Filipino and Americans suffered and died during that time. On May 6, 1942, at the Battle of Corregidor, Japan roared with victory.

…and sorry for the love twist. I couldn’t help it! 😀

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Apollo

Do you ever stop and listen to the lapping waves, rolling back and forth to the shore? Do you notice the singing birds soaring above the cerulean skies? Do you hear the children’s laughter on Saturday afternoons? Do you ever feel your beating heart?

Close your eyes. Listen. What do you hear?

I am Apollo, son of Zeus and Leto, God of Music. I’m a fine-looking chap who used to carry a golden lyre until mankind, in your most pragmatic way, has modernized my old-fashioned approach. So here I am, strumming an electric guitar burning with passion.

Mortals tend to make music louder— thinking the loudest sound reaches the farthest place. But I can hear everything from up here, even the softest hum. You’ve changed music a lot, too— some to my liking, some not. Still, I love it when a song stirs a memory and a rhythm calms a heart. I love it when you take my key to chart a journey to a new world.

Close your eyes. Listen. What do you hear?

Word Count: 175


Here is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This week’s photo prompt is provided by pixabay. It reminds me of Mitch’s The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto and the Greek God, Apollo. 🙂

Apollo is one of the most complex and important gods, and is the god of many things, including: music, poetry, art, oracles, archery, plague, medicine, sun, light and knowledge. He is the son of Zeus and the Titan Leto, and was born in the Greek island of Delos

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The Proposal

 

Hand in hand, they walked along downtown Cebu one Saturday afternoon. Joy, in her sunny stance, had no idea what’s about to happen.

“Hey, that’s where we first met.” She beamed, pointing across the street.

A smile escaped Theo’s eyes as he led her to the building, “Come on, I want to show you something.”

Joy followed excitedly only to find a scaffolding outside. Theo, however, was beyond shocked that the building was under construction. He yelled to the men at work, “Holy crap! Gents! Didn’t I tell you to get this done by 3pm?”

“Sorry,” shouted the guy in orange, “We couldn’t find more men.”

Confused, she looked at her anxious boyfriend who’s now pacing back and forth. Their eyes met and she felt blood rush to her cheeks as he knelt. Reaching for her hand, he said in a trembling voice, “Babe, I know this is the worst proposal a girl could ever have and things didn’t go as planned—

“—but will you still give me the honor of being your man?”

Word Count: 175


Here is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This week’s photo prompt is provided by Ellespeth’s friend. Thank you! And thanks for another fun prompt, PJ! 😀

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24 Gloves

Leap Day marks the opening of the path to Castle Peak- a medieval castle demonstrating the power and significance of its Lords- to every maiden in Naga City. Every four years, on the 29th of February, all maiden above sixteen will walk the unsteady pavement, brave the roaring waves, and  fight the gusting winds in search for a dashing prince or a knight in shining armor.

This year will be her third try. Hesitant, she stopped on the side of the path and stared down her shaking hands.

“Lisa! The ball will start soon. Why aren’t you in dress?” asked one of the girls passing by.

“Ssshh! Don’t you know? It’s her third time this year. A shame!” whispered the other.

“Come on, leave her and her gloves alone!” called out the rest.

With tears in her eyes, she decided to walk away from this place, tossed twenty-four pairs of gloves into the grey sea, and  forget the path to grandeur.

“Love will find me, if it’s meant to be.”

Word Count: 170


Here is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This photo prompt from TJ Paris reminds me of my first love. The I-have-no-idea-why-I-like-him-but-I-did-anyway kind of guy, born on the 29th of February, who turned me down (unknowingly). Ha! I moved one. I moved one. I- fine… maybe just a little bit bitter. I should just shut up here! 😀 😀 😀

P.S  According to ancient history, St Brigid struck a deal with St Patrick to allow women to propose to men and any man who refuses a woman’s proposal has to buy her 12 pairs of gloves to hide the embarrassment of not having an engagement ring. (Source)

Thanks for another fun prompt, PJ! 😀

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Cupid

Some of you don’t believe in me. Thinking I’m just a cherub with a bow and arrow; a mere figment of your imagination. Most, however, does still believe in my existence- some are happy, some are hopeful, some are impatient, while others blame me for a mismatch. But let me tell you this: I always pull my arrow at the right time and the right place towards the right people. And I never miss.

Take these two strangers for instance. Meredith, a  charming ballerina who loves cats; and Rite, a kind, science geek who plays guitar. Today is their fated day. In this park, at that very bench for two.

Look closely.

***

Seconds later, a boy and a girl from opposite sides went for the red bench.

Locked gazes. Shy smiles.

***

Now that’s a good start. Nine years, nine months, and nine days later they’ll be walking down the aisle. But for now, I’ll leave the rest up to them.


Here is for  Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This photo prompt is a courtesy of Ady. HAPPY VALENTINES DAY, everyone!  ❤ ❤

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is a weekly writing challenge  where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using 150 (+/- 25 words). Thanks for another fun prompt, PJ! 😀

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Good Morning Kiss

100 words about a car mechanic with a big heart

This was his favorite kind of morning, sharing a good laugh with his wife while walking hand in hand around the farmhouse. No, they’re not newlyweds but Marta and John lived every single day of their forty years as if they are.

While having occasional banters on the roadside, John caught a glimpse of his 1930 vintage truck near the barn. He couldn’t help but smile.

“Here we go again…” Marta faked annoyance as her husband led her to the truck. He crawled under the chassis as if a mechanic trying to fix a troubled car. Of course the truck wouldn’t start, every tire was either short on air or completely flat, but they used to fool around it on some mornings.

“Remember how we first met?” John asked.

She opened the car’s hood and bent as low as she could so as to meet his smiling eyes. “Uhmm… not really,” she lied, “but I remember kissing a gorgeous guy who once fixed my car.”

Marta then tilted and gave him a good morning kiss.

Word Count: 175


Here is for  Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This photo prompt from pixabay reminds me of country life and of sweet, loving old couples. ❤ 🙂

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is a weekly writing challenge  where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using 150 (+/- 25 words). Thanks for another fun prompt, PJ! 😀

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Daydreams

One morning, we were striding the path of Pemberley’s garden where sunflowers bloom and wink to the sunny skies. I have never seen such stunning place devoid of artificial façade.

Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner paced slowly in front while Darcy walked by my side. I blinked my eyes in disbelief—I’m with the Fitzwilliam Darcy!

He was talking endlessly, something about the flowers, arts, Netherfield, and breakfast but I only nodded mechanically and my thoughts were fixed on his face. My eyes traced the strands of his hair, I want to touch them. And as he speak in fervor, with those lips—cherry and inviting—I couldn’t help but bit mine.

“Young lady, if you’re not going to stop staring like that, I’m afraid I’m going to kiss you.” he teased.

I blinked trying to make sense of what I’ve just heard.

“Ria…” he paused, his face closing to mine.

“Riaaaaa!” a loud voice came out of nowhere, “RIA. Wake up!” mom yelled, shaking my senses.

“MOM! Not before the kiss!” I wailed

“What kiss?!”

Word Count: 175


Here is for  Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This week’s photo prompt by Sonya of Only 100 Words which surprisingly reminds me of my favorite classic, Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. P.S I’ve been ogling  Fitzwilliam Darcy ever since I read the book. I hope Lizzie forgives me for fantasizing her beloved. 😀

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is a weekly writing challenge  where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using 150 (+/- 25 words). Thanks for another fun prompt, PJ! 😀

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Old Memories

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She remembered it all. She remembered the vintage wood coffee tables made of red oak tree, the walls adorned with classic frames and what-nots on étagère, the coffered ceiling above the hardwood floors, and the wood veneer pool table.

Most of all, she remembered Ian—a tall, blond man with a crooked smile who led her to this place one evening in December. He was a really good pool player who taught her the tricks of the game. “There’s more to aiming than sinking a ball,” he used to say as he led her to a cue stick, his hands gripping her trembling arms while he leaned closer to her back, lowering her head over the stick. He would then softly whisper to her ear, “Aim the cue ball to a stripe one near the side pocket.” And she did as told. She could still remember the rush of joy as the ball rolled to make the shot; he would spin her around the room, pleased and proud.

Suddenly, a tinge of sadness came and she slowly closed the album with a weak smile. “Happy anniversary, my love. I hope there’s pool in heaven.”


Here is for  Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This week’s photo prompt by Etol Bagam reminds me of a lovely scene from a Filipino book turned movie, She’s Dating the Gangster. I hope you forgive me for giving a sad twist to a sweet tale. 🙂 🙂

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is a weekly writing challenge  where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using 150 (+/- 25 words). Thanks for another fun prompt, PJ!

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