Gladys peered cautiously at the basement door. “Honey, I think I heard a noise in the basement.”
“What kind of noise?” her husband Paul answered.
“I can’t tell,” Gladys said. “Either something fell or was knocked over. Could you please look?”
“Scared of a little noise?” Paul laughed.
“What if it’s an intruder?” Gladys worried.
“I doubt it,” Paul assured.
“Okay, I’ll have a look.” Paul opened the basement door and went down into the dark. “Oh my god!” he screamed out. “It’s hideous!”
“What is it?” Gladys panicked. “An intruder?”
“Worse! My middle school graduation picture!”
April 5: Flash Fiction
Horace ran around the town square under the midday sun laughing and whooping while doing flips and cartwheels.
“Horace is acting rather strange,” a townsperson observed.
“He sure is,” another concurred.
“Must be because it’s spring,” a third interjected. “He does act strange when the seasons change.”
“But this is out of control,” the first said. “And look at that suggestive move he’s doing to one of the pillars in front of the courthouse!”
“Perhaps it’s time to kick Horace out of our respectable community,” the second townsperson suggested.
“Agreed,” the third agreed. “He’s too weird for Santa Cruz.”
January 18: Flash Fiction Challenge
Cpl. Wildey led his squad through a clearing and into a wooded thicket toward enemy lines on a reconnaissance mission to ascertain troop locations. The trail they were on approached an enemy headquarters in the distance. Cpl. Wildey thought he saw movement ahead, so he ordered his troops to sneak up by crawling through a high grass area. He carefully maneuvered them without notice when he suddenly came face to face with a pair of the enemy’s boots standing squarely and menacingly. Fear shot through him, until he looked up and saw that no one was wearing the boots.
July 6: Flash Fiction Challenge
Wendy and Jack approached the old lighthouse with other tourists.
“I just love these old buildings!” Wendy gushed. “Don’t you, dear?”
“They’re okay, I guess,” Jack replied.
“But it’s so grand looking! They knew how to build things then.”
“It’s just an archaic brick building with no more use. Modern ships rely on more advanced technology.”
“But it’s historical!” Wendy reminded.
“It’s useless,” Jack insisted. “There is no more need for it.”
Just then the long, ugly sound of a ship crashing upon rocks and resulting screams filled the air.
“Okay,” Jack admitted, “maybe this lighthouse is still useful.”