Posts Tagged ‘secrets’

PHOTO PROMPT - © Marie Gail Stratford

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction postings at:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/09/30/2-october-2015-2/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction.

Come, see what I see.

Here’s my contribution:

Fly On the Wall

Simon was a sneaky bastard, and quite savvy. He was also fed up with the bullshit at school. So, he wrote this little program which allow him to remotely access the camera and microphone on any computer. The innovative part was he had encoded the Trojan into the digital images on his social media. Simon could now look back at whomever was stalking him.

Oh, what he found!

Hell, it was only fair, right? These douchebags were trolling him, and now he was inside, watching, listening, and recording all their dirty little secrets.

He could already count the extortion proceeds.

jKb

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I’ve been MIA and have no good excuse. I actually do but it’s a secret. Enough of that, let’s just get on with it, shall we?

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/08/13/15-august-2014/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, I have a story to tell.

Here’s my contribution:

Till Death Do Us Part

Wick gathered the necessary: charred bones, tar, pitch, water. Parts when combined produced ink.

There were also variations to the formula, modifications which were designed to achieve desired results. For instance he could substitute water with tears to produce sorrow, or semen for love, or blood for, well, blood.

Of all these Wick had learned.

To complete this enchantment and thus set the snare Wick need only breathe the words of his desire across the drying ink, then deliver his impregnated letter.

He composed his confession of love, and as he did, he whispered of release. And of sweet death.

jKb

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Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/10/16/18-october-2013/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, listen as we share our secrets.

Here’s my contribution:

What Lies Beneath

Albert Bunn, ankle deep, watched as a few percolations broke the surface, grew to a roiling effervescence, and finally when the submerged hollow collapsed into a momentary sink hole, smiled as that piece-of-shit-nuisance Sonneborn and his front page story were swallowed by the steadily rising water. Details of Bunn’s transgressions would be kept safe beneath the incoming 22 feet of reservoir water.

“Gets what he deserves.” Bunn spat into the now knee-deep drink then spun to affect his escape, still muttering pleasantries.

Several new streams of expanding bubbles assaulted the surface surrounding Bunn, the dirt bottom sucked at his boots.

jKb

 

FLASHFICTIONPROMPT Library by claire-fuller

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/04/24/26-april-2013/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, sneak a peek inside, what wonders you shall behold.

Here’s my contribution:

Keep-safe

“A jewelry box?” Dor queried descending the library ladder.

“Of a kind. Go ahead, open it.” Dor obliged, then softly cooed. The interior was lined in deep red velvet, an inlaid mirror adorned the hinged lid. Nana relished the child’s awe. “Tell me, Dor. What do you see?”

“A home for my bracelets! But the mirror, it looks like a stormy sky.”

“It’s my Keep-safe box, Dor, which is now yours. Whatever you place inside stays locked away; safe forever. However, you mustn’t ever place something inside without which you cannot live.”

“I don’t understand?”

“It contains secrets, my dear.”



A bit more of a tease…. 

“When you have a secret that requires extra safe keeping, something that needs to disappear, you turn the key to the right two times, until it clicks, then open the lid and put your secret inside.” Dor’s expression made Nana think of what a Picasso meant to capture bewilderment must look like. “This is very important, child. Turn the key to the right, two times, until it clicks. You must always turn the key to the right.”

“Why ‘always to the right’?”

“Sugar, we wouldn’t want these kinds of secrets escaping.”

jKb