Where did the phrase “Out for a duck” originate?
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Fibbing Friday: January 15th, 2021
Tag: Creative Fiction
Friday Fictioneers: Showtime
“Re…lax,” I inhale and exhale, dragging the word, doing everything to calm the tension in my body. I shouldn’t be this nervous. Come on, I’m performing to a crowd on Zoom, not some important figure.
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Photo Challenge #349: Love, Trust, and Promises
I have never trusted anyone. My whole life, I’ve known only one thing – people lie. People cheat, break promises, betray one’s trust, and never do the things they say they would do.
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Fibbing Friday: January 8th, 2021
Another fun challenge I thought I’d give it a try: Fibbing Friday. I know, I’m a day late. Whatever. You may think telling a lie is easy but I actually found it quite hard. I hope you enjoy my answers.
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Friday Fictioneers: Untitled
I stood there, staring at my husband’s desk. I should’ve known it’d be too good to be true. Neat-freaks and scatterbrains aren’t opposites. They don’t attract. They repel.
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Friday Fictioneers: Just Another Day
“What cha doin’?” George asks.
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Friday Fictioneers: The Stranded Mr. C
Mr. C stares at the sign and sighs. Still gone as it has been for 50 years. He’s stranded in this desolate place as his brain kept wandering back to that fateful night. What went wrong? “I triple-checked that spirit-meter, didn’t I?” He muttered.
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Friday Fictioneers: Christmas Bedtime Story
“They call this the “Scrooge Farm”. Instead of Christmas decoration each year, around Christmas, there would be scarecrows dressed in rags and sandbags for heads popping up in random places ’round the farm. Now, no one has ever seen the owner as there’s no house on the hundred-acre property. “
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Friday Fictioneers: Another Pandemic
Tossing his jacket onto the table, he sat down and sighed. He couldn’t believe it. Another pandemic. I’m 109, how many more events do I need to go through?
Friday Fictioneers: Crapulously Fabulous
Great, fantastique, awesome, super.
Just how many more different ways can I exaggerate this situation?
I don’t know what gave anyone the idea or the impression I can single-handedly put together a Thanksgiving dinner in 4 hours.
4 HOURS!!!
There I was, slaving away in the kitchen – turkey, vegetables, and stuffing in the oven, potatoes ready to mash, and all there was left to do was dessert.
“Marge!” Came a holler.
I must had turned too quickly because next thing I knew, I was on the floor. “Ow,” I moaned. My leg was turned at an awkward angle. Crapulous.
“Marge, you okay?”
(100 Words)
Please note: the word “Crapulous” in this story does not mean what it actually means if you define this word in the dictionary. In this story, this word is the antonym of Fabulous. Crapulous, Fabulous, get it?
Friday Fictioneers: Chaotic World
Sitting on this park bench, I am supposed to feel cold but somehow, I feel nothing except exhaustion and resignation. Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Chaotic World”
Tell the Story Challenge: Guardian Angel
I was nominated by Rugby843 at the same time as Sandman to participate in this challenge. I participated in Sandman’s picture yesterday and hopefully, I’ll write something just as fun for this picture today. The rules of this challenge are: 1) write something in response to the photo you are given, and 2) pick a picture of your own and nominate three people. Continue reading “Tell the Story Challenge: Guardian Angel”
Tell the Story Challenge: Do NOT Feed!!!
I was nominated by Sandmanjazz to participate in this challenge. The rules of this challenge are: 1) write something in response to the photo you are given, and 2) pick a picture of your own and nominate three people. Continue reading “Tell the Story Challenge: Do NOT Feed!!!”
Never say Goodbye
Kellie gave the back row of her ’95 Ford one final check before slamming the door and getting into the driver seat. Continue reading “Never say Goodbye”
Flash Fiction – First Crush
This is a fiction/non-fiction take on the day I found out a boy has a crush on me. I think it’s a fun and humorous story to re-post. The story’s true but I just added some humor into the dialogues and it took weeks to happen, not in a day. Continue reading “Flash Fiction – First Crush”
Murder at the Grove
(Genre: Crime-solving mystery/Noir Fiction)
“That was the last time I’ve heard from her.” Joshua Grande told Detective David Frost as he crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. Continue reading “Murder at the Grove”
Flash Fiction: Mama’s Green Eggs and Ham
A few days ago, I was tagged by Jade at Jade M. Wong with a Free style writing challenge. Continue reading “Flash Fiction: Mama’s Green Eggs and Ham”
Flash Fiction – Mother-Daughter Confrontation
I watched as she walked up those steps. She was clutching the straps of her rucksack so tight her nails looked like they were digging into the fabric. Continue reading “Flash Fiction – Mother-Daughter Confrontation”
A Spooky Halloween Story
Happy Halloween! Continue reading “A Spooky Halloween Story”
Flash Fiction: Freezing
“We’re going to freeze to death!” I squeal as I pile two more blankets over me, constructing a sort of tent. I have never been so cold in my life. It is the end of January, my teeth clatter as I bring myself dangerously close to the space heater. Continue reading “Flash Fiction: Freezing”
The Painting
“Smile at the camera, guys!” Julio stared into the camera with a wide smile while Aisha and Clarity were curiously looking down at something else. I could say that after a round of face-painting and painting, the children had fun. “What are you girls looking at?” I asked. Aisha held up her work proudly.
“Wow!” I complimented. It was a picture made entirely of glitter, from the sparkly silver moon to the dark blue water, beautifully depicted. “Hold it up, Aisha.” She did and I snapped a picture. “It is wonderful, Aisha.” I took the picture and pinned it on the classroom wall, “and I think it belongs here where everyone can see.”
The Wedding Bells Part 15 (Flash Fiction Chain #6)
Jithin, PhoTrablogger, the host of Flash Fiction Chain, had decided to continue the previous flash fiction chain due to an inconclusive ending. The following parts are inspired by the above image. Due to her busy schedule, Priceless Joy has asked me to write Part 15 of the chain and since she had asked so kindly, I couldn’t refuse.
Character List :
- Anna Brighton- 32 year old CEO who owns and runs a publishing company
- Alex Burns – well established author, Anna’s ex, Toby Blackwell’s cousin
- Toby Blackwell – co-owns the Blackwell estate, Alex’s cousin
Other characters:
- Jenny- Anna’s secretary
- Melissa Doyle –the bride, Anna’s dear friend
- Harrison – Melissa’s fiance.
Recommendation:
If you’re not caught up, may I recommend you to read the previous part before venturing this part.
- Sona
- Click here
- Priceless Joy
- Frenesthetist
- Dr. KO
- Sweety
- Itchy Quill
- I-Read
- First Draft
- Soul n Spirit
- Phaena Says
- The Stardust Elephant
- Sona
- Click Here
Now onto #15
“H-hi,” Anna stammered at the sight of the man on the other side of the door. It took a second for her to notice his bruised lip and cheek and all of a sudden, she was speechless. She cleared her throat. “Alex, wh-what are you doing here?”
Alex shoved his hands in his jeans pockets and shrugged and then followed by a light chuckle. “I just want to check to see if you’re okay and I’m sorry for what happened yesterday what with…”
“Oh, no yesterday wasn’t your fault.”
“But how are you? I’ve been worrying about you all night.”
Really, Anna wanted to ask but instead, she replied. “Oh, I’m fine, just fine.” His eyes wandered while she stared awkwardly at the wooden floor and wondered. Can Alex be it? Is he the person I’d been wanting to fall for all along?
“So, you want some breakfast?” He nodded in the direction of the kitchen and smiled. “The caterers’ gone which means I can finally show you what I can do.”
Anna laughed. “I’ll be the judge of that.” She shut the bedroom door behind her and followed Alex down the hallway to the kitchen.
The caterers had managed to pack up and leave within minutes after the wedding. Upon her arrival in the kitchen, Anna was amazed at the transformation. She remembered when she arrived three days ago, the kitchen was a complete mess, flour and egg shell were all over the beautiful granite counter-tops and even the beautiful porcelain tile floor was dusted with flour and powder sugar. Alex pulled a skillet from the rack above the range. “So what would you like?”
Anna sat down on the other side of the counter and rested her hands under her chin. “Hmm, what can you cook?” Alex went to the fridge and grabbed the carton of eggs. He transferred it to the counter when they heard a blood-curdling scream. Alex froze and Anna jumped off the stool. “What’s that?”
Alex swallowed. “I think it’s coming from upstairs.”
At the landing, a maid rushed to them. “What’s wrong?” Anna asked.
The maid shrieked frightfully, “He’s dead!” She cried.
Chills crawled up Anna’s spine as her heart hammered. “Who’s dead?”
The maid led them down the corridor and pointed at the library. The door stood ajar. Anna slowly pushed the door open and gasped. Lying face-down in the middle of the room was Toby. She covered her mouth, shocked. Was this after the fight? She pondered as she entered the room.
Moving closer like she wasn’t afraid, she clenched her fists and bent over his bodies. Who would do this to him? She skimmed over his ruffled blond hair and slightly ripped jacket. Something caught her sight. In the middle of his back was a small hole. This wasn’t not a bullet hole, she was sure for she’d seen an actual bullet hole before. It was from something thinner but thicker than a needle. She scanned the room, hoping for a clue and there it was, lying on the other side of Toby’s lifeless body was a thin arrow. Its feather tip red and the pointy end was in the shape of a heart.
Uh oh, who could be Toby’s killer? Stay tune for the next part written by whoever it is.
16. Itchy Quill
17. Dr. KO
The Wedding Bells Part 14 (Flash Fiction Chain #6)
Jithin, PhoTrablogger, the host of Flash Fiction Chain, had decided to continue the previous flash fiction chain due to an inconclusive ending. The following parts are inspired by the above image. Continue reading “The Wedding Bells Part 14 (Flash Fiction Chain #6)”
