First Line Friday: Flash Fiction

Today I am posting a little piece I wrote for The Fiction Cafe: Writer’s Group, First Line Friday.

The goal was to write a piece using the first line prompt and to keep it under 750 words.

My piece came to 486 Words.

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To save his own life, he would have to kill his humanity. He had managed to survive 1 year, 3 months, 2 weeks and 3 days in the new world without killing one of them, without killing anything other than game to eat.
Times were changing, now faced with the reality that he would have to kill one of them to get out of his makeshift camp.

The virus came quickly, it seemed to take hold and wipe out populations of towns within a few days. Not many people were left now. He had always watched programmes like The Walking Dead, 24 Hours, Zombieland with a morbid curiosity. Assuming that things like that would never happen but planning his survival routine. When it came down to it, of course, his imaginary plans meant very little, he had no idea how to really survive when fiction became reality.

He survived by sheer luck, catching what he could to eat, looting shops and keeping to himself. He came across the odd person or group but avoided staying with them long-term. Survivability was better when alone. Fewer people, less attraction and less weight of others to carry.

He had found a shed to camp out in a few nights ago, surprisingly in decent shape and well protected. A few minor adaptations and it was a good place to rest for a while. However, overnight a few wandering pools of rotten flesh had come past and were now banging against the only exit. He hadn’t killed one before, naively holding out for a cure he couldn’t bring himself to kill something that was once and could possibly again be human. He knew if he wanted to get out of there he would have to kill them though, he knew they would attract more. He was trying to figure out what had caused them to stay and not go past, perhaps his scent or the ashes of the old fire. Perhaps these things were more capable of intelligent thought than he first thought.

He knew there was no danger of them breaking in so he just laid there with his stuff all ready to go, the sun peered into a small hole in the ceiling and it caught his eye. He got to his feet and carefully climbed onto the old workbench. He pushed the ceiling with both hands and it gave a little, with enough force he could create a hole to climb through. It didn’t take long considering most of the wood had started to rot but there was a hole small enough to get out of.

He pushed through his backpack and bat and heaved himself up. Carefully making his way to the edge if the roof to get down without distracting the half-human creatures. He dangled down and dropped to his feet, carefully he backed away. Once he thought he was safe he ran.

Thanks for reading.

Emma-louise x

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First Line Friday

It has been about 2 months since I’ve sat down and written anything. Life has just been so hectic that every moment has been spent catching up on what I missed when I was ill throughout November. Today I am breaking myself back in gently with a First Line Friday prompt from The Fiction Cafe Writer’s Group.

As always the task was to use the first line and create a story around it in no more than 750 words.

Word Count 376 – Unedited.

‘There was a strange wailing coming from the next room. Noises in this place weren’t exactly unusual but this was different. A chill ran down my spine and the hair on my arms stood on end.

The large white clock on my wall ticked loudly with each second that passed. I sat up in my bed, frozen to the spot unable to move. I let out my breath slowly afraid that I would draw attention to whatever it was that woke me from my slumber.

The silence was eerie, unusual for this place. I’d been locked up in de Luca Asylum now for around 7 months. It was hard to tell how long exactly anymore. A combination of pills and treatments had left me more confused than when I entered.  I still wasn’t sure why I was even here, I wasn’t the one who started the fire but they wouldn’t listen, they never did.

They told me that I was hallucinating, that the man I was with wasn’t real and I had imagined everything. He was the one who started the fire, the fire that destroyed my parents home and killed my father. It wasn’t me.

The wailing had stopped now. I pulled the scratchy white sheet off and slide my legs down the side of the bed onto the cold floor. I got up slowly, careful not to make a sound. I walked over towards my door to peer out of the little square window.

I looked out at the sheer white corridor, the bright lights were glaring, reflecting off the walls.  I couldn’t see anything. A few people moved around down the end at the nurses station but that wasn’t unusual. There was no sign of anything amiss.

It was then I heard a shuffling sound, then out of no-where the face of a woman appeared at the window. It looked wild, hair all over and eyes wide. Dirt smudged across her cheek. That noise again, the wailing came from her mouth. Behind her I saw the nurses trying to grab her and she thrashed about.

I saw the glint of the metal as the needle hit the woman’s neck sending her instantly to sleep. Another new patient,  welcome to the madhouse crazy lady’.

Thanks for reading

Emma-Louise x

Writing Prompt #8

Less than 750 words. Flash Fiction. This is unedited and 236 words.

Life. It isn’t as infinite as we are led to believe when we are younger. Carefree, fearfree and living how we see fit. At least that’s how I had lived. Yes that’s right, had lived, meaning that I know longer live. I am here in spirit and consciousness but not in body. No, my body went until the ground little over a week ago.
I watched my friends and family say goodbye, tears flooding their faces. They all kept mumbling about what a waste it was, how senseless an act, how I had so much to live for.

They all thought it, they couldn’t rationalise but then why would they. They hadn’t lived like I had. On the outside I was fun, loved, had friends and most of all, I was happy.
That wasn’t the case on the inside though. I lived with secrets, dark dark secrets. Those secrets ate away at my soul and made my head cloudy with grey thoughts. I had to escape it all. The fear, the regret and the possibility that they would discover the real me.

Now I don’t feel anything. I float among the ethereal clouds with all the other lost souls. I don’t have regret, I don’t have fear and I don’t feel bad. I suppose you are wondering what happened, why am I now this way. Well you shall find out, this is the story of me. 

Thanks for reading

Emma-Louise x

Writing Prompt #7 


Daily Prompt challenge. Less than 750 words, flash fiction.

This is mine. Totally unedited and 236 words.

They stared at each other across the platform. This could be the last time they see each other. Slowly she walked towards him, he smiled and walked towards her. Once together they stood facing each other. He was smiling andshe had tears running down her cheeks.

It was the end of there holiday romance and she had to go home. Return to her boring life, boring home and boring job. She longed to be with him, to stay in this bubble that they had created over the last two weeks. The night before she was leaving he had told her it was the best time of his life and he had fallen head over heels in love. She felt the same, how could she tear herself away from this?

The train pulled up and he gave her a squeezing big and kissed her lips softly. She cried as she got on the the train and he turned and started to leave.

He heard the train pulling out and he turned to see it leave. After a few minutes he sighed and went to leave. However, there amongst the Steam he saw the outline of a lady, as she walked closer he saw it was her.

She couldn’t do it, she got off the train and would start a new life here with the man who had stolen her heart on the best holiday of her life.

Thanks for reading . 

Emma-Louise x

Writing Prompt #6 – Diary


750 Words. Flash Fiction.

23.10.16

Dear Diary,

Well what a shit day it has been today. Lee decided that we should not be together anymore. He reckons his girlfriend is suspicious of his behaviour. So she should be the stupid cow! He had ended it before but this time feels different. I haven’t told him about the baby. I haven’t told anyone. I’m 15 years old ffs. My mother is going to go crazy when she finds out. No way am I having an abortion. Not going to happen. Why is everything going so wrong. I wish I’d never met him, I don’t even know if I loved him. Arrogant arsehole! I’m going to go eat some pizza and watch Pitch Perfect, that’ll cheer me up.

01.01.17

Dear Diary

It’s been a while I know but man I have been so poorly. My mum thinks I have had non stop stomach bugs. She even took me to the Doctor who thinks I have something called IBS and certain foods are making me ill. I have a small bump now which is getting harder to hide. I have been saving for the last few months. The pleasure of having a rich family means lots of money available. I am going to run away. I saw Lee a Month ago. He had me against a tree, I missed his touch but he said it was a mistake, I still didn’t tell him about the baby. The sex made me feel good for a while anyway.

26.2.17

Dear Diary

Today is the day! I’m leaving! Packed all my stuff and bought a tent. Not sure where I will go but I’m 16 tomorrow. Legally I am good and being pregnant I look older. I will go see a Dr when I get to where I am going.

06. 5. 17

Dear Diary

I am massive. Took me a while to write again as life got busy. I am staying in a town many miles from where I was. I have a little bedsit and part-time job in a cafe. I have seen the Dr and Midwives. The baby is due around 15th June. Not long to go now. I ran my mum told her I was pregnant and not coming back. She hung up on me and called me a disgrace. Least I know she won’t argue to have me back. I started buying bits of baby stuff. People here have been really helpful with things. An old lady Elsie lives next door and she has knit me alsorts of baby stuff and bought a crib. Maybe life won’t be so bad.

08.07.17

Dear Diary

My life is amazing. I had a baby girl, her name is Elizabeth and she weighed 5lb 3oz. She was so small. I have never felt anything like this. I want to protect her forever. I ran my mum to tell her my news but she wasn’t interested. I don’t understand it, now I’m a mother I couldn’t imagine ever shunning Elizabeth. 

I am allowed to go back to my cafe job in a few months. I’ll need the money. They said I can take the baby with me so I don’t have to find childcare. They gave me £1000 when she was born to help out. These people are like a second family. I hope when my angel gets older she finds friends like this. Who needs family.

Thanks for reading 

Emma-Louise x

Writing Prompt #5


You know the drill… or you thought you did. The goalposts moved on this one. 100 words. I didn’t realise and wrote one over 400, so for this I have done 2 different ones for each word count.

Story Number 1 – 407 Words

Riley ran through the thick Forest as quick as his legs could carry him. This had been a great idea, until it wasn’t. Professor Liney had sworn that the machine would work and take him back. What Riley didn’t realise was just how far back he was going.

Opening the hatch he was confronted by a burning red sky barely visible through the dense canopy of the tree above. These trees were something to marvel at, they must have been ancient. Massively thick trunks and towering higher than most of the 4 story buildings in Riley’s town.

After Riley had finished admiring the view and his heart had slowed to a pace that wouldn’t kill him he decided to get out and have a quick walk about. He couldn’t believe the Prof’s machine actually worked, or that he was daft enough to be the first to test it.

Riley looked around. He didn’t recognise any of the plants or flowers that grew around the space he had landed. Most were taller than him standing at least 7 foot tall. The colours were bright and vivid against the greens of the underbrush. Riley checked his watch. He had 18 minutes before the machine would take him back to reality.

There was a noticeable drop in the temperature and silent had descended. He didn’t realise he was aware of the animals and birds until they stopped making any noise. The ground began to quake as he heard a *thud thud thud* of footsteps. The leaves were shaking around him, he knew it was time to leave.

Riley ran back to the machine pod as quickly as he could. Whatever was approaching was getting closer and he didn’t want to be there to face it.

The ground was slippy and he was struggling to stay upright. Luckily he hadn’t gone far, just a few more strides and he would be there.

Once he approached the pod he quickly got in and bolted the door shut. Riley strapped himself into the chair and turned the machine on to signify he was ready to depart. Seconds felt like hours and the machine whirred to life. Across the dashboard the digits 2017 flashed up. Riley was going home. Just as the machine started to fade out he saw a huge T-Rex burst through the trees and head straight towards him. Riley had never been so pleased to be heading back to his world.

Story Number 2 – 95 Words 

If you could live forever would you? If time was no object would you work hard to achieve your dreams as soon as possible? Or would you perhaps go live and enjoy life without the worry?

These are the questions Lulu frequently asked herself. You see Lulu was a magician and she could bend time. What she wanted more than anything though was to test how people would like with infinate time. Lulu didn’t know how old she was, she couldn’t remember how she came into being. All she know is what she was, everlasting. 

Thanks for reading.

Emma-Louise x



Writing Prompt #4


I think you all know the rules by now. Less than 750 words, flash fiction.

The light fractured into pieces along the wall. The curtains pulled shut allowed little light into the room, but enough to notice every car that passed.

I lay on the bed trying to focus my breathing. To let my subconscious take hold. I was told that meditating will help, easier said than done when you’re stuck in a motel room right on the highway. So much for peace.

I still had the hospital gown on that I’d escaped in. My feet red raw and bleeding. Walking for miles barefoot in this climate wasn’t ideal. The dusty dry roads scattered with pebbles, stones and Sandy grit. 

I’d been here now for 2 hours, I snuck in the room through the bathroom window, I shouldn’t be here and I hoped that no one would rent to room tonight. There was some small snacks in the fridge which I had eaten when I got here but now my stomach groaned in protest at the amount of crap I’d consumed.

I needed to get away from the doctors. They were just doing there job, I get that but I needed space to work through this. I was told it was an accident. I was walking down the road when a car came ploughing into me which had left me in a coma for 13 days. When I awoke I had no idea who I was or where I was from. They had not found any I.D on me and my DNA wasn’t on record. I was a non-dead Jane Doe.

I kept getting flashes of memories but never enough to grasp anything from. I had the feeling that may be this was the universe telling me my life was bad before and I was given a fresh start to reinvent myself. I could be anyone. I could have children or a husband, I could be a serial killer. I had no idea.

The only identifying thing I had were the tattoo’s that were down my arms, shoulders and back. I wondered what my inspiration had been when I got them. I liked them, tomorrow I am going to see if any of the studios in town recognise the work.

I figured if I couldn’t meditate then I should at least try to get some sleep. I blocked the door with the side unit so at least I would have time to get out should someone try and enter.

I got into the bed and it didn’t take long for me to fall into a deep sleep. 

I woke to the sound of a car pulling up. It was just getting light and the wall clock showed it was 5.53am.

I got out of the bed, straightenedthe covers and eat some more snacks, filling my coat pocket with more. I was grateful I had the coat, at least people didn’t stare so blantely when I walked past.

I crawled out of the bathroom window the way I had came and walked around to the main building. It was still and quiet with the exception of a lady dressed in a business suit getting into her car. 

I walked over to her and said hello.

” Oh, hello” she replied

I’m sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you were heading into town? My friends thought it was funny to take my shoes and I’d rather not walk back barefoot again’

She looked down at my feet, glazing over my long coat.

‘Urm, sure. Yes I can take you there. I have a pair of old squash shoes if you would like to wear them?’

‘That would be very kind of you, thank you’

The lady walked to the boot of her car and got some old battered white shoes out and have them to me. I opened the passenger door and slide in. The car smelt like fresh pine and was immaculately clean.

We drove in silence, I didn’t know what to say and she clearly didn’t either. When she pulled up to the road I got out.

‘Thank you for the lift.’ I said poking my head through the window.

‘You’re welcome, sorry I didn’t catch your name’

I thought for second before replying, 

‘My name is Andrea, Andrea Riley’

And with that I turned and walked away. That was my name now, one I had claimed until I could find out who I really was.

Thanks for reading and as always feel free to pop your story in the comments below or link to your blog post.

The Stationery Geekette x

Writing  Prompt #3

Day 3 Prompt. Same rules, less than 750 words.

Miles giggled as he peaked through the gap in the wardrobe doors. He couldn’t hear Leila anywhere. 

He was sure it had been 10 minutes already but it felt like an eternity in here. The space started to feel stuffy and too warm.

*Creak*

Ah-ha Leila must be close that was definitely one of the floorboards in the hallway outside the room. 

*Squeak*

The door opened to the room. Miles’ breathing quickened as he struggled to contain himself. He didn’t dare breathe but he wanted to laugh. The excitement and trepidation was building inside him.

‘”Miles…Where are you? I’m coming to find you’”

Leila sounded really close. Miles realised that perhaps he had hidden in a stupidly obvious place now he had given it some thought. He knew once he had been found though it was time for ice-cream and jelly so he didn’t want to make it too hard.

Leila stopped outside the wardrobe door. Miles stilled and slowed his breathing.

Slowly the door opened. 

“Rawwrr” screamed Miles as he jumped out at Leila.

Leila screamed and stumbled backwards, tripping over the chair next to the bed. Miles watched as if it was slow motion, he couldn’t get to her before she fell backwards through the full length mirror. He stood shocked. Leila wasn’t moving and he was scared to go towards her, fearing what he would see. 

Miles felt the warm urine run down his leg and make a puddle as his feet. He heard footsteps running up the stairs.

“Oh my god, oh my god ” his mother half scream shouted. 

“Gary? Gary? Ring the ambulance quickly. Leila is hurt.

“SHIT, I’m on the phone now” Gary replied.

Miles started to cry, he ran to his bedroom and got under the bed. He was scared, worried and frightened.

After a few minutes he heard his father come in the room.

“Come out Miles, tell me what happened. Your sister is going to get some help, the ambulance is on the way”

Miles sniffled. He didn’t want to come out. 

“Please Miles” he father repeated.

Miles slithered from under the bed. His father sat on the bed and patted the space next to him.

“We were playing hide and seek, I jumped out on her and she fell backwards. It was an accident”

Miles told his father. To which his father replied, 

“It’s ok Miles. We will stay here until the ambulance men are here.”

The minutes ticked away. Not long after he heard his mother scream. Miles tucked himself into his father. He could hear his mother sobbing, the help had arrived.

His mother came into the bedroom, covered in blood, eyes full of tears. 

“It’s too late” she said.

“He killed my girl, he killed my baby girl Gary”

“No, he didn’t it was an accident Laura, she fell he told me” replied Gary. 

Laura laughed manically. Walked over to where Miles and Gary sat. The shard of mirror was hidden in her hand. The shard which she plunged into Miles’ chest…

That was when Miles woke from his nightmare. He had urinated in his bed again. The nightmare played over and over in his mind since his sister’s death 7 years previous. He heard his mother downstairs humming to the radio while she did breakfast. He got up and headed downstairs.

“Miles, good morning sweetheart. Want some breakfast?” His mother asked. 

“I would love some mum, thank you” and he sat at the table thanking God that his nightmare wasn’t real.

Thanks for reading.

The Stationery Geekette x

Writing Prompt #2


2nd Prompt of July. Decay. Less than 750 words and unedited.

‘I locked eyes with the coyote as it stood across the street from me.

Rooted to the spot, my feet wouldn’t  move. I didn’t know whether it was through fear or fascination. 

It looked as it was considering me, considering what It’s options were. It looked as shocked to see me as I was to see it.

With a sudden burst it dashed across the street and went down the alley way. I walked slowly to see where it was but I could no longer see it.

Could this day get any weirder? 

Things had been strange from the moment I woke this morning. My senses heightened. I could hear the conversation the neighbours were having over the road. I could smell the food cooking 3 doors down. My carpet didn’t just feel soft against my feet, it felt like heaven. I tried to remember the previous night. Had I been drugged? I know I was drunk, I remember being at the club, all the drinks and the shots we had. The last thing I remember though was Fraiser slurring words at me I didn’t understand. We were still in the club then.

Then there were the scratches, my arms were covered in them and his neck. What on earth had I gotten into?

And where was Frasier? I called him 7 times this morning. He surely would have some answers as to what went down. He probably got us in another fight, seems to be all to regular lately.

I continued down the road. The sun hidden behind the clouds still blinded me. The smell of decay from the nights bins floated in the breeze. I didn’t know where to go, I just needed coffee. Lots of coffee. 

I became aware of the black car before it turned the corner, there was something about it that didn’t sit right with me. I felt my pulse quicken. It slowed as it passed me, I could smell it stronger then. The smell of rot. I assumed it was the bins but it was this car. What the hell was inside it to smell like that. 

I felt like a hole the size of planet open in the pit of my stomach, dread oozed from my bones. Fear, genuine unadulterated fear poured from me. Whatever this car contained was not something I wanted to come into contact with and with that thought I turned and ran.’

Thanks for reading and please feel free to pop your prompt story in the comments or link to your blog:)

The Stationery Geekette x

Writing Prompt #1


Over in my favourite writing group one of the lovely Admin set us a challenge. To write a shirt piece of flash fiction under 800 words using the above prompt.

I wrote a piece just over 400 words (407).

It’s unedited and I didn’t think about what I wrote. I didn’t have any idea where I was going with it but I enjoyed it non the less.

Here is what I wrote.

Stillness…it crept around him. Paranoia seeped into his bones. He couldn’t her her, he felt her. A chill ran up his spine, the hairs on his arms stood on end. 

Paranoid is what they had called him. Delusional and paranoid. He wasn’t. He sensed the eyes around him. He felt the breath on his neck when he laid in bed in the dark. 

He knew they were there. Her in particular. She scared him but soothed him. He knew she whispered to him in the dead of the night. He knew it was her moving things around his room. Why didn’t she show herself? 

He believed in them, the pixies. He knew they existed. His grandmother had told him when he was younger. His sister just thought they were fairy tales told by a Kooky old lady but he knew better. He’d seen the light in her eyes.

They were there now, in the dark. He didn’t dare move, he didn’t want to scare them.

He whispered “I know you are there. I can sense you.  Please don’t hide”

He heard tiny footsteps running. His heart sunk, they were leaving him again.

All of a sudden the lamp flicked on. He moved his head slowly to where it sat on the bedside table.

There she was, facing her back to him. He moved forward slowly. Edging closer. She turned, slowly.

He screamed! He didn’t expect her to look like that. Her head bigger than her body, her face distorted like a crazed beast in a horror book. Her mouth, wide…sharp pointed teeth smiled at him. She hissed.

“Aren’t you glad you wanted to see us now?

He stood shaking, shock registered on his face. Delayed his reaction to run, to hide. A minute or two passed by, his nerve to leave lessened with each second.

He must be crazy, he took a step towards her. She sneered but didn’t make a move towards him.

Was he suppose to fear her? She looked as if she should be feared but she gave off an aura that told him he was safe.

He took more steps towards her so he was at the bedside table.

She looked at him, her eyes sad. He held out the palm of his hand and she walked onto it. 

“I won’t hurt you, if you won’t hurt me” the Pixie said.

He replied “I never want to hurt you, you’re safe with me

Thanks for reading and if you fancy also using this prompt I’d love for you to link me your writing . 

The Stationery Geekette x