Showing posts with label flash fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flash fiction. Show all posts

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Flash Fiction Writing Prompt

This prompt was a first and last line prompt. The very first and last seemingly unrelated lines were given and the author has to fill in the blanks. I was given the following lines: He woke up in the dark, his feet were cold. &  The hot air balloons were still visible in the distance.

Below is the short: (and be warned, this one might be continued. I'm liking how this one is panning out.)


He woke up in the dark, his feet were cold. The tapping on his camper door sounded again, and he realized that was what had woken him up. Then he heard his sister’s voice, “Jeff, you awake yet? We need to get the balloon ready for the dawn patrol.”


He groaned as he climbed out of his bed and opened the camper door. Cindy stepped in carrying two large, steaming, cups. “Please tell me that’s coffee,” he finally managed as he reached for one.


“Hot and black, just like you like it,” she replied. “Hurry up and get ready, it’s four thirty now, and we need the balloon ready for inflation by about five thirty. After the morning events, we will have a break until the evening events start up again.”


“Thanks, Cindy. I’ll be right out.” He smiled at her over the rim of his cup. “Just let me get some more clothes on. You didn’t tell me it would be this cold here. I might have to see if the heater in this thing works at all.” He shivered a little in the cool morning air. “I didn’t think New Mexico would really be this cold.”


“Well you didn’t have to bring it, Danny would have paid for your motel room if you’d wanted it,” she replied. “I don’t know why you towed this thing all the way out here anyway.”


Well crap, might as well tell her now. “Well I was going to save this until the end, but I’m not going back home. I’ve got a job offer here in Albuquerque, and I’m staying after the end of the Fiesta. I brought the trailer so I’d have a place to stay until my house sells back home.”


“What!” Cindy almost screamed. “And you’re just telling me now? How could you!”


“Cindy, calm down. I was going to wait until the last day of the Fiesta and just not go home with you. I knew you’d react like this. Let me finish getting dressed and we can talk as we get the balloon ready.” He almost pushed her out the door before grabbing a jacket from the tiny closet.


Jeff realized that he would need to buy some warmer clothes. His southern California clothing just wasn’t going to work in high desert of New Mexico.


He’d agreed to help his sister and her husband with their hot air balloon during the Albuquerque Fiesta because he’d already planned to move here after the betrayal of his ex-boyfriend. He wanted a fresh start and a new state to put distance between himself and Mike. 

****

The dawn patrol was the early bird set of balloons to launch. The main group would launch later in the morning after sunrise. Jeff never understood why Danny loved to be a part of the dawn patrol when it was only about an hour or so later that the rest of the balloons would launch. But here he was in the almost freezing cold—well freezing to a southern California beach lover—helping launch a balloon in the dark.


After they launched the balloons, he didn’t have anything to do except wait near their on ground equipment for the balloon’s return. He wasn’t and official member of their chase crew, just an extra ground hand.


As he was sitting in one of the folding camp chair watching the sun rise and the balloons all around prepare for the main lift off he heard a voice behind him.


“Pretty isn’t it? I love this time of year when all the balloons show up.”


“Yeah, it’s nice,” Jeff replied while trying to stifle his yawn.


“I’m Alex, I work for one of the local radio stations here. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”


"Hi, Alex. Have a seat, and watch the morning show with me." Jeff gestured to the extra camp chairs around him, and watched as the handsome man grabbed the chair beside him."I'm Jeff, this is my first year here with my sister and brother-in-law's balloon."

"Nice to meet you, Jeff."

As they chatted, the hot air balloons were still visible in the distance.

(to be continued)

Anyway I'll have to add more to this one. I really like the way the ideas are flowing through my head on this one.

 I do have a favor to ask though. If anyone is interested in participating, feel free to post two unrelated sentences, and I'll try and connect the dots into a story. 

Saturday, August 22, 2015

A Little Flash Fiction

Every once in a while I find a good writing prompt that stirs my imagination. I have a program that randomly chooses characters and goals. This one came out as:

Character 1: Norberto Barker
Goal: To marry Prince Charming
Character 2: Emmett Keck

So I wrote the following short story in the fifteen minute time set by the program. 

Norberto had been trying to obtain an invitation to the annual All Hallows eve ball for several weeks now. The Ball was in less then three days and he still hadn’t been able to gain an invitation. Rumor was that Prince Jondal was going to use the ball in his search for a husband. 

“Emmett, Why can’t you get an invitation? Did you tell the Duke who I was? I’m sure the nephew of the King of Barundal should merit an invitation.”

 “Yes, Sir Barker, I’ve tried, but apparently the list is full, and there isn’t any more room available.” 

Norberto was sure that Emmett had not talked to the proper person so he asked, “Who did you speak with? I’ve come all this way, and I need to get into that ball!”

 “I spoke directly to the Duke of Northing. There really is nothing more to be done.”

 “Thank you, Emmett. I’ve some work to do, you don’t mind seeing yourself out do you?”

 “No, of course not, sir. Let me know if you have further need of my services.” As soon as Emmett left the study, Norberto rang for his secretary.

 “Yes sir?”

 “Jessen, I have been unable to obtain an invitation to the All Hallows ball this year. I believe Mr. Keck is withholding information. Please send Salen to follow him and report his activities.” 

“Right away, sir.”

 “And one more thing, Jessen. Contact the Duke of Northing and see if Mr. Keck is correct that the list is full and no more invites are being issued.” 

“Yes sir.” Jessen left quickly to attend to his duties.

 **** 

“Sir, a message has arrived from the Duke of Northing.” 

“Finally. Let me see please.” Norberto reached for the letter and began reading. “Well it looks like the Duke had been misinformed. It seems that Mr. Keck told him that I wouldn’t be available for the ball as I would be going home to Berendal. He’s corrected the mistake and included an invitation to the ball. Jessen, make sure my clothing for the ball is all in order.” 

“Yes sir.” 

**** 

The night of the ball was dark and blustery, but Norberto decided to walk to the duke’s home as it was only a block from his own residence. As he walked down the path in front of the homes, he noticed a movement in the shadows. 

Suddenly Emmett Keck stood in front of him. “I see you’ve managed to gain an invitation to the ball,” Emmett snarled. “I can’t let you go. You can’t be seen by the Prince. He’s for me, not you. I will win his favor and become his husband.” Emmett advanced on Norberto and at the last moment, Norberto noticed the large tree branch in Emmett’s hands. He lifted and swung the branch but just before it came crashing down, a large man tackled Emmett to the ground. 

“Guards! Come quickly!” The large man shouted. As the guards rushed in, he said, “Take this man into custody for assault.” He gestured towards Emmett. “He tried to kill this man with the tree branch.” Then he turned to Norberto and said, “Hello, I’m Prince Jondal. And you are?” 

“Thank you for saving me. I’m Sir Norberto Barker, nephew to King Bartholom of Berendal. I’m honored to meet you, Your Highness.”