Clutter

“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.

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A Light in the Dark #writephoto

The clouds above us were dark, but from beyond the mountain ridge, I could see the beginnings of a golden ray of light. It shone upwards into the sky, turning the grey into a golden yellow. It was a positive sight, one that would ordinarily fill me with hope.

Yet this wasn’t the time to be hopeful – not when I knew where that light was coming from. I turned to Alica, but no words came. What was there to say to someone after all of this time? Thank youI’ll see you on the other side? Nothing seemed adequate.

Alica knew, though. She entwined her and in mine, smiling slightly.

“We tried,” she whispered, a tear rolling down her face. “We really did, but we can’t run forever.” I nodded, eyes on the horizon once more as black figures began to sprout from behind the hillside. In their hands, flickered the red-hot flames that had stained the sky yellow. It was not a sunrise, but an end – a final end.

“It seems unfair,” I said, feeling rather stupid. Alica laughed, squeezing my hand slightly.

“You know what?” she asked through fresh tears. “I think that you might be right.”

I tried to return her smile, but my mouth didn’t seem capable of the movement. The figures were getting closer now, and the closer they grew, the hotter those torches seemed to burn. How painful was it to be burned alive? From all that I’d seen, it was the worst pain imaginable – worse even than that, perhaps.

“I don’t want to give them the satisfaction,” I said suddenly, as I pulled Alica further away from the figures. “They don’t deserve it.” She glanced down at the cliff face behind us, eyes wide.

“They’ll at least give us a trial,” she whimpered, almost pleading with me.

I simply stared at her, eyebrows raised, and she sniffed back her tears, nodding. “They wouldn’t even give us a chance to defend ourselves. The trial would be an excuse to accuse us all over again.” She renewed her grip on my hand and, impossibly, she smiled.

“Let’s do it.”


Word Count: 355.

Thank you so much for reading! This piece of writing was inspired by Sue Vincent’s weekly photo prompts. Each week, she posts a photo for writers to have a go at interpreting. There are no word counts and no limits, which are just some of the reasons why this is such a great challenge. If you’re interested, why not get involved?

The March

Their war cries rang in our ears as we marched, echoing our raspy breaths and heavy footsteps. It was as if they were still pursuing us, chasing us even now.

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Credit: Danny Bowman

We didn’t look back; there was nothing to look back to.

We only walked, the soles of our feet aching from the miles already behind us and our toes itching from our many scratches and blisters.

I look to the hills overhead, and feel my heart ache. We’d nearly reached our sanctuary, but there were so many of us who would never get there. There were so many we’d failed.


Word Count: 100
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This short story is for the purposes of the Friday Fictioneers writing prompt. This is one of the toughest that I’ve encountered, as participants only have 100 words to answer the given photo prompt. Thank you so much for reading!

Not Like Other People

Here’s another piece of creative writing, prompted by the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. This is a weekly challenge that asks its participants to write a story in 175 words or less based on the given photo prompt. Thanks for reading and enjoy!


I’m not like other people.

I used to be; I imagine that, once, I was a perfectly healthy baby. After that, I would have been a perfectly average child. I wasn’t exceptional, but I wasn’t broken, either.

Lying here now, though, I realise that I haven’t left this bed in over a month.

Outside, people laugh at me. They can see that I’m not like them and they don’t like it. So, I lie here. I have my food brought to me. I relieve myself whenever the nurse comes. I have no cause to go outside; I don’t complain. I just exist.

That perfectly average child doesn’t exist anymore. All that’s left is a contorted, mutilated stranger.

I don’t know myself. I don’t want to.

I glance at my wrist, and see my entire arm bent out of shape, spasming against my pillow. I can’t control it. It’s not mine anymore. It belongs to that stranger.

I glance down at the rest of my broken body, and feel a tear form in the stranger’s eye.


Word Count: 175
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An Endless Cycle

It’s a pretty tricky photo prompt from Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers this week… or, if not tricky, it’s certainly thought provoking! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy my little story.


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Credit: Jade M. Wong

It’s tragic, really. We’re in an endless cycle, yet nobody seems to care – not enough to do anything about it, anyway. They just smile as the pattern repeats itself, waving it along as time after time, we demonstrate just how cruel we are.

I gaze hard at the sculpture, my eyes blurring in and out of focus as I take in the deep red circles about where the arrows hit the porcelain waves. Everyone else moved on from this particular sculpture almost an hour ago, but I can’t seem to wrench my eyes from that red. It’s so deep, and so honest.

The endless cycle of brutality, I think to myself, as my eyes follow the circular waves. Humans fight; it’s in our nature. We drag children from their homes and shove weapons into the hands of every able-bodied man and woman. We butcher one another, all in the name of some law or deity.

Then, we regret it.

So why then do we do it all over again? Why don’t we listen?


Word Count: 174
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If you’re looking for more prompt challenges, check out my Sunday Scrawl.

Sunday Scrawl #6

It’s Sunday again, which means that it’s time for the next Sunday Scrawl! This is a writing prompt competition that I have been running for a few weeks now; here are the rules:

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  1. Below, you will find this week’s photo prompt!
  2. Responses to the prompt can vary from prose/poetry writing to more photographs – there are no limits and no word counts.
  3. There are no tangible prizes for this challenge, but I will be reblogging the top entries!
  4. Feel free to use the photo below or the “Sunday Scrawl” icon to illustrate your responses (although I’d love to see some of your own illustrations, too)!
  5. Please remember to include a pingback to this post in your response.
  6. To enter, click on the “Mister Linky” icon at the bottom of this page!

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You can view my take here.

Sunday Scrawl #5

It’s Sunday again, which means that it’s time for the next Sunday Scrawl! This is a writing prompt competition that I have been running for a few weeks now; here are the rules:

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  1. Below, you will find this week’s photo prompt!
  2. Responses to the prompt can vary from prose/poetry writing to more photographs – there are no limits and no word counts.
  3. There are no tangible prizes for this challenge, but I will be reblogging the top entries!
  4. Feel free to use the photo below or the “Sunday Scrawl” icon to illustrate your responses (although I’d love to see some of your own illustrations, too)!
  5. Please remember to include a pingback to this post in your response.
  6. To enter, click on the “Mister Linky” icon at the bottom of this page!

I’ll be posting my attempt at this prompt later on today!