I talk, hopeful that
I am communicating.
Are you willing to

Receive my ideas?
Or am I just ambient,
Everyday humming?

#vss365 #haiku #vssprompt​ #communicate

Fear is exhausting.
If I spent that energy
pushing past the #fear,

not letting it hold
me back? The very idea
kickstarts my new year.

#vss365 #haiku #vssprompt

#Scripted, fearing the
consequences of speaking
the words in my mind.

#vss365 #haiku #vssprompt

#Coddle when cooking,
but not when parenting,
lest the fruits of your labor
turn out spoiled.

#vss365 #vssprompt

Tommy's totally
tubular, but Randy is
special. He's bitchin'.

Julie, don't make me
#hurl. Who says we need those dudes,
anyway? Let's cruise.

#vss365 #haiku #vssprompt #GenX #legwarmers

The #crack was sharp. It
wasn't a wisecrack, for it
lacked wisdom, forethought.

It was like nails on
a chalkboard, but still they liked
the sound. Maybe they

liked the sound of their
own voice, regardless of the
words they spoke. Too bad.

#vss365 #haiku #vssprompt

(Prompt: Still / Word Count: 10)
#AmWriting #MicroFiction #vssPrompt

It Awakens
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Under night's veil the still forest briefly glows bright blue.

(Prompt: Closed / Word Limit: 210)
#AmWriting #FlashFiction #vssPrompt

[1/3]

An Unintended Prophecy

With a flash, a kitten appeared, along with a blue cube. A hushed murmuring filled the cramped auditorium, growing in volume as more voices joined in.

"...just as the prophecy said..."

"...I always believed..."

"...has to be a trick..."

"...how can we be sure..."

"...the leader will know..."

A fluffy grey cat raised a staff of curved bone into the air, and hissed.

(Prompt: Manners / Word Limit: 205)
#AmWriting #FlashFiction #ScienceFiction #vssPrompt

[1/4]

You Are The Product
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"And that's how I survived."

Finishing, Jackson leaned back in the leather chair, and scanned the Professor's face.

(Prompt: Denied / Word Limit: 35)
#AmWriting #MicroFiction #vssPrompt

Missing: Grey Kitten
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"Brian! Come in! Drop that anywhere. How's the magic business? Beer?"

Not to be denied, Sam Kitty pawed energetically at a blue cube poking from the backpack. With a whoosh, both Sam and cube vanished.

(Prompt: Lust / Word Limit: 215)
#AmWriting #FlashFiction #vssPrompt

[1/3]

One Time Too Many

A cold breeze forced Tommy's eyes closed as he turned the corner, and walked right into a soft body. Fear gripped him as he realized he'd stumbled upon a pack of fourth graders. They all turned to look at him, their eyes menacing. Clutching his stuffed animal, he took a tenuous step backward.

"Oh look. It's little Tom Tom with his little Tom Tom Tiger."

"It's a wolf," Tommy whispered.

(Prompt: Doctor / Word Limit: 40)
#AmWriting #MicroFiction #vssPrompt

A Small Favor
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Answering the door, Jacob's neighbor rushed in.

"What's with the sharp sticks?"

"No time! Garlic?"

"Costco bag's on the counter."

"I'll pay you back tomorrow, I promise!"

"You really should see a doctor!," Jacob yelled as his neighbor ran out.

(Prompt: Credit / Word Limit: 110)
#AmWriting #FlashFiction #MicroFiction #vssPrompt #Horror

[1/2]

Swapped
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Stumbling from the pub, Fredrick turned down an alley.

Beside a dumpster bright lights erupted. Dazed, he stared at a fortune teller machine, like the ones at carnivals. With a stumble, he stepped closer.

(Prompt: Gig / Word Limit: 210)
#AmWriting #FlashFiction #ScienceFiction #vssPrompt

[1/3]

The Gig Economy
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Unable to slow her momentum, Danielle slammed against the side of her ship. Punching the access button, she was greeted with a chipper voice saying, "Facial recognition failure. Access denied." Swearing, she wiped blood from her face, and tried to force her swollen eye open, but the lids refused to budge.

(Prompt: Maniac / Word Limit: 215)

#AmWriting #FlashFiction #vssPrompt

[1/3]

Jump!
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"What is it James?"

"The Baron is here to see you, sir."

"On what business?"

"He refuses to say, sir. Shall I ask him to leave?"

"No, no. He's in the parlor?"

"Yes, sir."

"Take your time bringing him through."

"As you wish."

Once the door closed, Randall removed a thin brass tube from his pocket. Placing it to his lips, a quick series of notes whistled into the room.

(Prompt: Charity / Word Limit: 300)
#AmWriting #FlashFiction #Horror #vssPrompt

[1/5]

Storage Unit 73

"Who?"

"Mr. Jerry Shelby," the executor replied.

David shrugged at his attorney.

"Island of the Damned? The stop motion animator."

David's demeanor turning sour, he looked back to the executor, and said, "That case was settled decades ago."

"I know," the executor said. "Mr. Shelby has passed, and you are a beneficiary in his will."

David's mouth fell open.

Prompt: Magic / Word Limit: 105)
Eva’s paws pounded the ground as she ran from the zombie horde. A tingling sensation slid over her fur like a static charge. She’d passed through a magic veil. Eva turned to see the zombies frozen in place by the protective ward.
‘A witch survived the apocalypse,’ thought Eva.
A woman emerged from a thicket. “Greetings, werewolf. I think we can work together to solve our zombie problem. 
#AmWriting #FlashFiction #MicroFiction #vssPrompt
#mastowriters #mywriting

(Prompt: Magic / Word Limit: 105)
#AmWriting #FlashFiction #MicroFiction #vssPrompt

[1/2]

The Door

"It's magic chalk, I tell you!"

"More like magic beans."

The old man huffed, and held the old cigar box tighter.

Steve woke to sounds of commotion. Grabbing his robe, he stepped into the hall. Rosie was standing in her doorway across from his.

"What's the ruckus?" he called.

Rosie shuffled closer, and said in a low tone, "Frank's missing."

(Prompt: Coat / Word Limit: 165) #AmWriting #FlashFiction #vssPrompt

[1/2]

New Assignment

Jeffries handed a paper stub to the man at the coat check. Moments later he was presented with a navy blazer. Draping the garment over his arm, Jeffries made for the elevator.

Once in his room, he bolted the door, and pulled the blinds. Spreading open the blazer on the bed, he took a sharp blade, and ran it along the inner edges. Pulling away the lining, he scanned the assortment of exposed objects.

(Prompt: Spirit / Word Limit: 65)
#AmWriting #MicroFiction #vssPrompt #Horror #FlashFiction

A Final Nightcap

Her fingertips caressed the cabinet's cool ivory inlays, surrounded by dark mahogany.

"This is exquisite!"

"Been in the family forever. In the diaries it's called the spirit box."

"Even back then, eh? And yes, I would like a drink," she said with a sly smile, while opening the doors.

"No! It's not that kind..."

His words cut off as a dark cloud filled the room.