Dracula: A Thief’s Tale | Flash Fiction

“We shouldn’t be here,” Callie murmured, her eyes fixed on the window.

sunset2.jpg“The sun isn’t setting yet,” I soothed, but I knew that she could hear the falsity of my tone.

“Calm down, you two,” Bryn snapped from behind us. He was still shovelling treasure into his backpack, his eyes wide. “I don’t know what we’re gonna do with these old coins, but they’ll be worth hell of a lot.”

“He’s going to wake up!” Callie squealed.

I turned to her, but then stopped. From somewhere below us, we could hear the sound of a coffin being pushed open.

Word Count: 99.

As some of you may already be aware, I have been recently been rereading Bram Stoker’s Dracula (check out my review here). So, when I looked at this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt, which could arguably be a sunset, how could I not think of the terrifying Count Dracula? I have absolutely loved reading this book and honestly cannot get it out of my head, so you’ll have to excuse this little bit of vampire fiction!

If you’re interested in the Friday Fictioneers prompt, it is a weekly challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields that asks its participants to tell a story in only 100 words or less. You can read all about it here. Thanks for reading, and remember to click on the blue Inlinkz button below to view more stories based on this prompt.

Picture Credit: Dale Rogerson.

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The Caged Warlock | Flash Fiction

The soft clinking sounds of the windchimes should have been soothing, but they weren’t. They were chilling.

“He won’t take his eyes off me,” I muttered, looking everywhere but at our prisoner.

“He’s tied up,” my companion hissed, though he, too, looked uncomfortable.

“I just wish the others would hurry up with that truck,” I sighed, my eyes scanning the area. “We need to get him away from here before-”

I had been desperately trying not to look at our captive, but as my eyes darted through the trees, I caught a glimpse of his cage.

It was empty.

Word Count: 99.

This little piece of fiction was inspired by the Friday Fictioneers prompt challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-FieldsThanks for reading! You can click on the InLinkz button below to view more pieces of flash fiction based on this prompt.

Picture Credit: Liz Young.

The Sign of the Artificial Leg | Flash Fiction

“Faster, Watson! We must be right on his tail now!”

The two detectives tore through the town centre, their heavy coats flying out behind them as they ran. In front of them, the small, droopy-eared spaniel was beginning to slow, his nose pressed against the ground.

“Ah,” said Holmes.

The spaniel had come to an abrupt stop. Beside him, stood an artificial leg.

The spaniel was wagging its tail, looking between Holmes and Watson as if waiting for praise.

“He took it off?” Watson asked, but Holmes didn’t answer. Watson understood, though.

They had followed the wrong scent. Again.

Word Count: 99.

Inspired by the weekly Friday Fictioneers challenge, this little piece of flash fiction was based (very roughly) on Arthur Conan Doyle’s The Sign of Four. This Sherlock Holmes story is one that I am currently reading, and it really is gripping. It was the first thing that I thought of when I looked at today’s prompt, as a large portion of the story centres around a man with a wooden leg!

Thanks for reading, and remember to click on the InLinkz button below to view more stories based on this Friday Fictioneers challenge!

Picture Credit: J Hardy Carroll.


“I don’t understand the problem.”

“Well, it’s just clutter, David. Can’t you see that?”

It was Friday; David wasn’t sure how, but, somehow, he’d made it to the end of another week. He was now standing with his wife in the spare bedroom, his eyes narrow.

That morning, he’d snapped. The crumpled resignation letter had finally been handed in and the final paycheck had been collected. Then he had marched around the corner and, finally, he had done it.

He’d created his own music room.

“This clutter,” he snapped at his wife, “happens to be my life.”

Word Count: 97.

This little piece of flash fiction was inspired by the Friday Fictioneers prompt from the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Check out the rules here.

I’m not sure why, but I found it really difficult to keep to the word count this week (more than usual, anyway). Perhaps this picture is just particularly thought-provoking!

Thanks for reading! You can click on the Inlinkz button to the right to view more interpretations of this week’s prompt.

Three Foot Tall

It was a shame, thought Farmer Willis as he hacked at a particularly tough piece of soil, that the ground was so wet. Fresh soil fell back into the pit as he dug, making it a long, arduous process.

Still, he mused, as he stepped back to admire his work, the grave would certainly be large enough now.

Its occupant was, after all, only three foot tall.

Word Count: 67.

This (very short) piece of Flash Fiction was inspired by the Friday Fictioneers prompt from the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Check out the rules here.

Thanks for reading! You can click on the Inlinkz button to the right to view more interpretations of this week’s prompt.

Photo Credit: Connie Gayer.

The Climb

It had been a long climb, not helped by the jarring, rumbling sounds of the car engine. We were getting there, though; there was only another half-mile to go when we saw the sign.

bjc3b6rn-9.jpg“They could have put that at the bottom of the hill,” Luna complained as we stared at the ‘no entry’ sign. “It would have saved us one hell of a journey.”

“Oh, no,” I replied. “We have not come all this way just to turn back now.”

I slammed my foot down and the car lurched forward. It was risky, but it would be worth it.

Word Count: 100

Don’t worry, I’ll get back to my story of “Pryon” soon enough, but I couldn’t stop myself from having a go at this week’s Friday Fictioneers PromptThe task is to write a short story, based on the given photo prompt, in 100 words or less. Thanks for reading, and please check out the other entries to this challenge by clicking on the blue froggy below!

Picture Credit: Björn Rudberg.

Running Away

People talk about leaving all the time. They imagine themselves in the countryside somewhere, where the trees seem to shelter them from the real world. They’ve abandoned those office jobs and responsibilities, and they’re finally free.

Looking out across the evening waters now, though, trees on every side and a complete sense of isolation beginning to overwhelm me, I realise the cold, hard truth of the matter.

It’s a lovely idea, and perhaps it’s natural to want to escape from the stresses of a busy life, but, when it comes to it, it’s not so simple a thing – running away.

Credit: Roger Bultot

Word Count: 100

I know I haven’t taken part in this particular competition in a fair while now, but I often find that I want to fully engage with the photos that I use as prompts, and that’s not always possible to do with every photo.

Regardless, thank you so much for reading what is my latest attempt at Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers challenge! I hope that you enjoyed this story; if you did, please feel free to like, comment, share, et cetera… et cetera… et cetera. Thanks again for stopping by, and please remember to click on the blue froggy to view more takes on this prompt.