Flash fiction...telling stories on the shorter side

Well it has been a while since I did these.  Wrote tales that are longer than the hundred word drabble but shorter than a short story.  For me a piece of flash fiction is a tale that is between 101 words and 500 words.  These are scenes, thoughts or just an image that needed to be written down.  Generally they are inspired by an image and yes most of the images I have used were found online.  Not all but well, that is the fun thing of the internet right?  So how about a few little fun pieces of fiction.  Shorter than short but hopefully you will enjoy them?

This first one was inspired by a painting of a silver haired male elf...

Wounded and wild

By Lisa Williamson

He stands they before you, long hair spilling down like moonlight on skin firm.  His eyes look deep into your soul and you don’t care.  There is a secret there between you, one that you are afraid to let be seen.  All you know is you want to lean forward, to caress those lips with your own and run your fingers over the scars on his skin, soothing him.  Will he let you or will he strike?  Can you sooth the beast that peeks out of those eyes or will it strike you and drain you of heart’s blood?  Take a deep breath beloved for you will never know if you don’t try it.

This next one is from a photograph I took one WARM and sunny day.  Can't wait for warm and sunny days to reappear

The Girl with the wheel barrel

By Lisa Williamson

Everyday she works in your garden but do you see her?  Do you see the tiny girl with the wheel barrel pushing it filled with weeds?  Well I do.  She is a lovely little thing, doing her best to make your garden look as it should.  You say she is just a statue but do you really see?  When you aren’t watching, she pinches off the insects, pulls out the weeds and carts them away.  Every morning before the sun truly rises, she is out there working, making your walkway as pretty as can be.  Give her your thanks.  Even if she can’t hear you in the day.

 And lastly this little bit.  Images bring a lot to mind with me.  So why not this on a cold and snow filled day?

Dreaming of the sand

by Lisa Williamson

Soft sand and warm water, kissed by rainbows and sunlight, now this is a dream we all can enjoy.  Lying back on the beach and watching the waves slowly lap up from the sea.  The mountains in the distance covered in blue green forests, cool and comfortable and filled with secrets unknown to man. 

I would love to spend a day and night there listening to the sounds of nature and letting all my worries drift away but reality draws me ever backwards.  Dreaming is fine for so many things but dreams can't save me now.

The snow runs deep and the cold is bone chilling.  I shudder and wrap the blankets tight around me and lie back in the dark, hoping that once more I can dream about the soft sand and warm water, with you lying at my side.  Sweet are the dreams of you at my side.

So you see we can write fun things that don't take a lot of words.  I will continue to put up these little flash fictions in a bunch of different places.  If you like these you can find my drabbles on drabblr.com or on one of my other blogs on wordpress.com  Why not try doing one or more of these on your own?

Something silly for the day

It is Saint Patricks Day.  All you crazy people out there are dressing up silly and drinking beer I am sure.  Okay I admit i dress up silly but since i don't believe in drinking the beer would end up in bread.  But say..do you realize that we are profiling Irishmen and women as drunken partiers here?  I mean was is it one day a year everyone decides that they want to be Irish, dress funny and drink till they are drunk?  That always bothered me.  Never mind that St Patrick didn't chase out the snakes from Ireland, he tossed out the Witches...you know like me?  Well how about a fun and odd little flash fiction I wrote?  It was too long for a friends till contest so here goes.

A Leprechauns lament

By Lisa Williamson

He sat on his stool grumbling into his beer.  I listened and finally I just had to ask him what was wrong?  He turned to me, his emerald eyes flashing in a face filled more with character than looks.

“What’s wrong you askin?”  His voice was rough and held a burr that was all too familiar on a day like today.  “Well let me tell you.  Profiling!  Racial Profiling is what is wrong!”

He snorted and banged down his beer, the golden fluid sloshing over the top to splash and puddle on the scarred wood of the table.  I eased into the chair across from him and tilted me head, my best ‘tell me about it’ look on my face.

He looked at me, more a glare but he continued.  “Every year they all decide to dress up in green and start kissing everyone in sight.  Wish the luck O’ Irish at you and talk about Lucky Charms of all tings.”  He grumbled louder as a pair of drunk college students looked like they wanted to do just that.  “Its demeaning it is!”

I hid my smile and nodded.  I did understand after all.  In these modern days, political correctness was all over but no one thought a thing about what they said on St Patty’s day.  He lifted a bushy red brow and then he touched his nose and tried to hide a smile.  “But you know about it don’t ya, lassie?”

See like my friend here, I am a wee bit on the short side.  It is more obvious on Timothy here but you know what?  Leprechauns have rights too.  We aren’t cute, we aren’t funny and no, we don’t have a pot of gold for you grubby strangers.  Go have your St Patty’s day beer somewhere else.  Timothy and I will share our beer here and just you see, the Bunny will take your attention soon enough!

Happy Saint Patricks day everyone.