Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: 2021: Week #08

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Debbie’s Day at the Beach

Debbie couldn’t understand why there was a “No Swimming” sign at a public beach. If you weren’t supposed to swim what were you supposed to do? Not only could she not understand the sign but she saw a few teenagers swimming not that far from the sign. This meant they either didn’t care what the sign said or they really didn’t see it. Debbie figured it was probably the first thought, that they just ignored it. 

Slowly she laid her towel and put her bag at the end for her headrest. It was hot and the water looked so inviting. Debbie didn’t know how long she would be able to sit here and not go into that refreshing water. 

Finally, Debbie decided that just putting her feet in wouldn’t hurt; that certainly  couldn’t be called swimming. She walked to the edge of the water and looked back over her shoulder to see if there was anyone around who would tell her to get out of the water. The beach was empty. Debbie stepped in and felt herself sinking into the sand. It was sucking her in. What was this? Quicksand? Oh why didn’t she just do what the sign said! 

©2021 CBialczak Flash Fiction

Tale Weaver – #315 – Mystery – The Bald Man.

Dexter’s Night

He woke up, feeling more groggy than he had ever felt, not sure why he would feel so poorly. He thought about the night before and realized he could recall showing up at Lindon’s Bistro and getting seated, but nothing else. His whole body was shaking; was there a draft in here? Dexter raised his hand to his head and realized for the first time that all of his hair was gone. What? Where was his hair? Who would shave his head and why? Standing up and slowly walking toward the mirror Dexter could barely recognize his own reflection. Never before had he been without his brown curls. Who did this?

©2021 CBialczak flash fiction

The Sue Vincent Rodeo Classic

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Marcy’s Cabin

Marcy looked out over the trees feeling the morning air, crisp and clean, filling her nostrils. It had finally become a reality. Her dream to live in the mountains with only the earth and Dexter, her dog, to keep her busy was finally a reality. 

Marcy hadn’t realized the beauty that lay before her on her bedroom balcony. Leaning on the railing to look down into the valley, Marcy felt a wiggle and heard a short snap before falling to the ground below. Would someone find her? The world darkened around her.

©2021 CBialczak Flash Fiction

Tale Weaver – #313 – Finding Something Forgotten – February 4th

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The Cat finds his kite

The Cat in the Hat was somewhere brand new 
he didn’t know who lived there or lived there with who. 
He saw lots of toys and some stuff in the yard 
He tried to look inside, curtains made it hard. 

He thought that he’d knock on the door that’s bright red 
Perhaps they’d know him by the hat on his head 
Most people did know him for what he did wear 
He was famous to most, though he couldn’t care. 

So he walked up the walk and he stood nice and straight 
he walked up the steps and he closed the front gate 
He didn’t want pets that might live there to leave 
Most kids did have pets, or he’d like to believe. 

When all of a sudden from up on the roof 
A balloon went by flying, then popped with a Poof! 
Down to the ground a bright paper did float 
He bent down to get it and saw it’s a note. 

The note it was written in crayon and pen 
Was the writing he noticed from a little boy Ben? 
The note was so sweet that the Cat he did cry 
Ben had an old kite that the Cat used to fly. 

The Cat was so happy to get back his kite 
He smiled so big with his teeth white and bright. 
So Ben lived in this house that he just stopped by 
And now he and Ben watch their kites blow and fly.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry Cat in the Hat Fan fiction

Tuesday Photo Challenge – Tomorrow

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Welcome to week 213 of the Tuesday Photo Challenge!

You spread the love in your entries for last week’s theme, so I’ll now take you just a little bit into the future. As I looked through candidate images for this week, I came across one that made me think of what Tomorrow might bring. Is it an exciting sense of exploration, the opportunity to discover what lies ahead?

For this week your challenge is to share images that give you a sense of what tomorrow might hold in store; feel free to be fanciful and imaginative. This is one where I very much look forward to seeing what Tomorrow will bring!

Photo Challenge #352

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Above the clouds
there used to be
a clouded land
a small city
and in this land
there was a man
who loved his girl
as much’s he can
She knew his love
was true but still
she wanted more
to suit her will
she told him so
and he was sad
she saw him cry
and she felt bad
she talked to him
and told him true
I love you more
my life is you.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: 2021: WEEK #03

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Marvin’s Night Out

“Betsy, I’m heading out to look for Buster.” 

“Marvin, do you have to bother that poor dog every night?” 

“Well, if he isn’t going to learn in one night then I must continue the lesson until he learns.” 

“That is awful, Marvin. The only thing you are doing is traumatizing that poor dog. He isn’t smart enough to learn your lesson without being told what he is supposed to be learning.” 

“Honestly, Betsy. If he can’t tell that when I put my tail up, I am going to spray him again, like the night before and the night before that, then he gets sprayed, end of story.”  

“Whatever Marvin. I just don’t think that poor dog should have to go through your schooling every single night.”  

She has no idea what this guy is like. Droopy ears, slobber down his chin, poop stuck to the fur near his butt…He is gross and needs multiple baths. If his owners don’t start smartening up and trying to explain the reason for my lessons, then they are just as dumb as he is. Leave him be…Ha! How can I when I get so much joy out of the look in his eyes? (199 words)

©2021 CBialczak Fiction Flashfiction

Three Line Tales 259

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The trip was going to be a great one complete with people with common interests who desire to challenge themselves.
No one knew they would be carrying the bikes rather than riding them.
This was one of the best tests the group could have imagined and felt proud knowing that they would conquer the obstacle and endure.

©2021 CBialczak 3 Line Tale