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A wonderful flash fiction story by my friend Penny at pennywilsonwrites.com! Please comment on her original post.

Penny Wilson Writes

They were just ahead.  Soon, she’d have all she wanted.

It had been a torturous journey.  Having been denied this small luxury was hell.  People over there didn’t understand.  Still on the tiny plane, she started to imagine it.

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Plight Of The Night Creatures

I had always heard the stories about them. The creatures who
were said to wander at night. It was told that they had been raised
from the dead… now in limbo with nowhere to go.

The plan had been to bring them fully back to life. But the experiment
failed. They were dead during the day, wandering mutants at night.
They had no elevator to heaven, no stairway to hell.

They weren’t vampires nor zombies. They were lost souls created
by a failed experiment. Revenge was what they wanted. Revenge
was what they’d get. They were coming for us.

©Walt Page 2018

Darkness Is Rising… Be Afraid

Maybe it was the pain
The constant aching
That was changing me into something evil

I wasn’t sleeping well
The voices kept me awake
Whispering, so that I couldn’t quite hear them

It was driving me crazy
What were they saying?
What did they want?

What was happening to me?
I didn’t like what I saw
When I looked in the mirror

What I saw was a monster wanting his first kill
It made me shudder. I was no killer!
What the hell was wrong with me?

I had all the exams
Physical and mental
There were no answers, no diagnosis

I grew more and more confused and angry
I wanted to hurt someone
Anyone

I only knew one thing
I needed to feed my hunger
I needed to kill or I would die

That poor spider never knew what hit him

©Walt Page 2018

A Musical Christmas Story

I was a Preacher’s kid who played drums, so of course on Christmas Eve I became the little drummer boy. It was on a silent night that grandma got run over by a reindeer.

Frosty the snowman accused Rudolph the red nosed reindeer, but Santa baby said he was coming to town and would investigate. Carol of the bells asked Mary if she knew, but Mary had been sleeping, dreaming of a white Christmas.

Meanwhile, the elves were all rockin’ around the Christmas tree while the band played jingle bell rock. The opening act, We Three Kings, asked, “Do you hear what I hear?” Mary was still groggy from her nap and kept asking “What child is this?” She told Joseph “All I want for Christmas is you.” Joseph shrugged and said, “It’s the most
wonderful time of the year, so let’s deck the halls!”

Poor old mean Mr. Grinch was having a blue Christmas, but he still enjoyed the dance of the sugar plum fairy. Jolly old Saint Nicholas returned and said to Mrs. Claus, “Baby it’s cold outside, so let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

We looked up and saw that up above the northern lights, the herald angels were singing O Holy Night. We went caroling along Candy Cane Lane and sang Christmas Carols, including Mele Kalikimaka, The Chipmunk Song and Let It Be Christmas.

As we roasted chestnuts on the open fire, we sang I Saw Three Ships, Silver Bells and Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas. As the clock tower bell rang 12 times, it came to us on that midnight clear that there was no place like home for the holidays.

As we said our goodbyes, we looked up and heard Santa exclaim as he drove out of sight, “Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!”

©Walt Page 2017

Picking Peas

When you grow up on a farm, you learn the value of hard work, especially gathering a harvest. From dawn to dusk, we were bent over, filling our baskets with nature’s bounty.

I remember one time when I was picking peas. I heard a small voice say, “Stop! I don’t want to be eaten.”

I looked closer and saw that one of the pea pods had cracked open enough to expose one pea. “Please don’t take me and my family,” said this strange talking pea.

I grabbed my basket and ran through the field screaming, “Mama! “They’re talking!”

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All Rights Reserved

A Carrot Ranch Literary Community 99 Word Flash Fiction Challenge
September 21, 2017 Prompt: 
What it is to gather a harvest

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