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Previous Chapter: The Castle.
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We have lived in this house for a couple of weeks now. We, surprisingly, had already tidied up all our stuffs. When we moved to the house we have just left, we needed over a month to tidy up everything even though there were four of us back then. I guessed the tidying up sort of made Mom, and us I supposed, able to forget the fact that Dad wasn’t with us anymore.
Mom was right when she said that our new house was bigger than the old one. My room was twice bigger than before. There were a wooden cabinet and a bed left by the previous owner. We kept the cabinet but got rid of the bed. Mom thought that the cabinet looked antique and still in good condition, so she decided to keep it where it was. The bed, on the other hand, already looked very old and Mom didn’t like the look of it. She changed it with my own bed.
The cabinet was empty and clean, the previous owner was kind enough to not leave any junk in it. It had four rooms and two drawers on the bottom. I put my clothes on the four rooms and used the drawers to put my other stuffs. The cabinet was dark brown and didn’t have many craving. I thought the cabinet was really good and I wondered why they left it. Mom said maybe it was too bothersome to bring along. I thought it was not a good reason considering the house was empty except for the cabinet and the bed in my room.
A good house with mysteries, I thought, or maybe I was just imagining things. I was full of imagination, she said, and it came from my dad’s side.
“Mia. What are you doing?” Mom caught me staring at the cabinet, “I told you to get ready half an hour ago!”
“I am still thinking which shirt to wear.”
“Just wear anything! You have ten minutes young lady!” Read more of this post
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Karen loved her café. Her grandma had made it so comfy, it felt like a warm old kitchen. Her modern mom wanted to change this place into a fancy restaurant where people can buy expensive small dishes. She fought hard to keep it as her grandma had left it.
“You see how empty this place looks like,” she used to say, “What people want to eat in a place without a single Tablecloth”. Karen thought that the marble pattern looked better than any tablecloths. And it was not always empty, the regular always came back with smile on their face.
Total: 100 words for Tablecloth (100) Read more of this post
When Jack came home, he saw a basket full of satsumas. His mother was busy preparing for dinner. He took three satsumas and some forks. He jabbed three forks to each satsuma.
Suddenly, Three alien machines were circling around him, he had no way to run. He tried to shoot them with his conventional weapon. The big machine easily dodged the bullet and started firing him with laser beam. He hid behind a rock and started shooting again. One of his bullets hit one of the smaller machines. He tried to open it and thinking he could use it to fight back.
“What are you doing? Stop turning everything to alienship from that book! You’re too obsessed with that War World alien book!” His mom ruined his imagination, “Now eat that Satsuma!”
“Yes, Mom,” He peeled the Satsuma and grumbled, “It’s The War of the Worlds not War World Alien.”
Total: 150; Word: Fork (150 words)
“We’re here! Wake up kids!”
I wasn’t even sleeping, I was only closing my eyes to avoid any unnecessary conversation. I hated the fact that we have to move to this God forsaken land. Away from everyone I know and everything I am comfortable with. She kept telling us that our new house would be much bigger than the old house. She was so eager to move here and so happy to ruin my perfect life. I didn’t mind small house as long as I could hang out with my friends. She was the one who wanted a bigger house but pretended that it was also better for us. I hated her for this.
“Mia! Andy! Wake up!” Mom shook us, “Look! Is that house pretty?” she was beaming with happiness.
My brother took one look and shrugged, “yeah, it’s not bad.”
“Not bad? You’ve got to be joking! Wait until you see your rooms!”
The house was indeed much bigger than our old one. I actually like its light blue color, it had the same color as the sky, my favorite color. To be honest, I quite like the house but I wasn’t about to admit it to her. I kept my mouth shut as Mom eagerly pushed us toward the house.
Inside the house was warm and comfy. The furniture that came with the house was a bit old. Mom took us straight to second floor. She wanted to show us our rooms.
“There are three rooms here,” she began like a tour guide, “this one is mine.” She was pointing to the room near the stair. “Those two are yours. You don’t have to share room anymore,” her smile showed her genuine happiness. I love her smile and it made me smile back at her despite the fact I still hated her for taking us here.
“Mom! Can this be my room?” Andy opened the door right next to mom’s room. “This room is awesome!”
“I know you will like that one.” Read more of this post
The three hour test was almost over. The test that had been keeping the students in constant nightmare had also made the teachers in constant worry. One student left the room, he was in shocked and so sure he had failed the test. Another one came out, she was crying and unable to walk by herself, she was so sure she had let her parents down. One by one the students came out looking so depressed. When they announced the result, half of them didn’t pass the test. The cry and the frustration and no grownup’s there to hold them but her. She tried her best to calm them down, to let them know there’s still another chance.
For the first time in her life as a teacher, it amazed her how little did she know about being a teacher.
Total: 140
Word: Amazed
Blood splattered.
Heads cut off and fell to the ground one by one.
Everyone around me had been killed.
I am the only one alive against this pitiless army.
Suddenly, one of them swung its sword and cut my head off .“SHIT!!!”
I threw my joystick angrily as I once again lost in this game.
Total : 55 words
If this is your first time coming to my blog or first time reading my flash fiction, I have to tell you that these next two flashes are the final stories of my previous flashes.
I never meant to make a series flash when I first write Little Black Book…it just came out like my other thriller stories, but Red’s comment made me decided to continue the story of Martha and her son, John till it reaches final ending.
These two flashes are the last in the series. To have a clear idea of what the story is, do check the previous flashes:
Here’s the first Hot Flash, the word is SQUEAK:
Martha still hang on her beautiful memories with John. Despite all the articles she had, she still couldn’t accept that John is a serial killer.
“He will come to visit me this weekend, should I ask him?” thought Martha. A silly thought obviously. No murder would admit his crime.
The front door squeaked, Martha couldn’t help feeling so tense. “Mom, I’m home!” shouted John.
Total: 65 words
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