#visualwritingprompt from @ewdocparris

"That was an illegal move!" He was literally fuming with fury. He hated Rathian Chess, but he was indulging the old man today.

"Stop making a fuss, your move."

"You cannot take my bridge like that Pops!"

"You left your vertical open when you tried to corner my tower, copper brain"

"That was a long term strategy" Said the bot without much conviction. He had fallen into the Doctor's trap fair and square. "Can we play something else?"

#VeryShortStory

A girl that played by the rules and a boy that kept changing them.
#VeryShortStory

Too soon, there is a knock on the door.
Felix looks around at his apartment. There is no way he can clean the evidence away now.
“Serves me right for dating a school teacher,” he mutters. “So damn #prompt.”

#vss365 #VeryShortStory #iWonder

By the time I reached the river, dawn was breaking. I stopped to fill my water bottle.
“Oh, help yourself,” said a grumpy voice from nowhere. Confused, I turned to see only a small blue #wren. “What are you looking at?” it said. “Go right ahead.”

#vss365 #VeryShortStory

Into the setting sun, he shifts in his chair, squints across at me. He lifts his chin.
“Nice try, boy-o.”
He places his cards on the table.
A straight flush.
“But you gotta #walk before you can run.”

#vss365 #VeryShortStory #boyo #NastyCanasta

“Oh all extremists,” she says, smiling into the sun. “The religious. Atheists. All of them. For fuck’s sake, being #uncertain is not weak! It’s not wrong! It’s the start of wonder. The beginning of imagination!”

#vss365 #VeryShortStory

Based on the daily prompt “grit” over at The Writer’s Hermitage:

Grit was never enough for old Ford. It didn’t matter how much we pushed ourselves under his tutelage at the forge. Results were all that mattered. Lazy, he called me. Imbecile. So when a traveller offered me a deal to become the greatest smith… Well, what good is a soul anyway? Death is death. Isn’t it?

#Writing #VeryShortStory

Always he sees me.
His mind and his door open -
Steady like a #tree.

#vss365 #VeryShortStory #haiku

His tone was neutral, muted and lacking any emotion.

The constant badgering and brow beating have taken their toll on Frank over the years. 40 years together and well into their twilight years, retirement brought with it routine and ritual.

Frank sat contentedly in his Chesterfield armchair, reading through his daily papers and sipping on his cup of tea. This was a simple pleasure he relished. Standing ominously in the doorway, his wife, whom he affectionately referred to as "the banshee", began bellowing orders and carrying on like a two bob watch.

Little did she realise that in all of this kerfuffle, he'd reached behind his ear, as he had done everyday at about the same time, turning down the volume on his hearing aid and enjoying the muted silence. He knew, after years of practice when to look up and reply "yes dear", acknowledging her rantings and then carrying on in blissful ignorance.

She would soon tire of this and would retire to the other room, muttering all kinds of obscenities under her breath. Frank, noticing the coast was clear, would turn his hearing aid back up, take another sip of his tea and continue to read his papers.

A wry smile crossed his face.

#MastoPrompt #VeryShortStory #WritingCommunity #Neutral #Humour

Nb: Based on my Papou who often turned off his hearing aids, much to my Yiayia's exacerbation.

I don't know shit.

#veryshortstory #storytelling #microstory #microfiction

I don't know.

#veryshortstory #storytelling #microstory #microfiction

“Do you believe in #magic?” she asked, as another wave washed towards us.

I looked into her eyes to see glowing orange sparkles of fire and delight, shimmer and dance.

“Oh now,” I smiled. “What’s the alternative?”

#vss365 #VeryShortStory #fiction #writing

“Do you believe in magic?” she asked, as another wave washed towards us.

I looked into her eyes to see glowing orange sparkles of fire and delight, shimmer and dance.

“Oh now,” I smiled. “What’s the alternative?”

#vss365 #VeryShortStory #fiction #writing

“Do you believe in #magic?” she asks, with a smile.

And how could he not?
In what world would he - a man of infinite difficulty and struggle - be seated tonight across from the most wonderful woman imaginable and be an unbeliever? In no world, that’s where.

#vss365 #VeryShortStory #fiction #writing

So he parks his old bones on a stool by the window. Through shifting gaps between grapevine leaves that enwrap the street side awning, the light of the setting sun plays across his face.
He breathes.
He feels like a new #coat of paint.
He smiles.

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So he parks his old bones on a stool by the window. Through shifting gaps between grapevine leaves that enwrap the street side awning, the light of the setting sun plays across his face.
He breathes.
He feels like a new #coat of paint. He smiles.

#vss365 #VeryShortStory #writing #fiction #WritingCommunity

And so, with the blind hope of an old-time #gold-digger, he once again throws himself into the void. He logs on to the dating app.

#vss365 #VeryShortStory #hope

We walked between high reed beds along the edge of a forest lake. Suddenly we noticed two women walking behind us. Was it mother and daughter? Both had long gray hair and a pointed nose. As they came closer we saw that they were wearing multiple shades of make-up and gray cape-like coats. Closer and closer they came, looking intently, lips muttering words we couldn't understand.
After they kindly greeted us as they passed us, the spell broke.

#veryshortstory #microstory #storytelling

We walked between high reed beds along the edge of a forest lake. Suddenly we noticed two women walking behind us. Was it mother and daughter? Both had long gray hair and a pointed nose. As they came closer we saw that they were wearing multiple shades of make-up and gray cape-like coats. Closer and closer they came, looking intently, lips muttering words we couldn't understand.
After they greeted us kindly as we passed, the spell broke.

#veryshortstory #microstory #storytelling

Calendars irreversibly fast-forward time. That's why I only plan in my mind. The conceptual brain dynamics come in handy so often that I'm going to write a book about it one day. I always say: whoever has no agenda, cast the first die.

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