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Pie Noir

It was a dark and stormy night. He was disheveled and slammed my door, something I hated.

I couldn’t stay mad. He was cool, real cool.

“I need your help. My pie’s been stolen. I’m told you’re the one for the job.”

I nodded and scribbled over my notepad like I was taking notes. “Pie. Got it.”

“It was key lime.”

My mouth watered at the mention of key lime pie. I’d found one earlier that afternoon abandoned on a table outside my favorite coffee shop. 

“Will you help me?”

“Of course. But first, do you want some pie?”

Word Count: 99 per the rules
Word/Idea/Food: Key Lime Pie
For Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction challenge

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Magnetic Freaks

It’s strange how things work between us. Like some weird magnetic freaks, we’re drawn to one another.

I’m not sure we ever had a choice. We’ve come together and apart more times than I can count.

It’s that connection that pulls me across the room, a cartoon scent hooking me and reeling me in. The atmosphere between us thickens. The sparks must be palpable. 

For a second our eyes lock and the buzz of conversation falls away. This is the moment, over and over again, prefacing every story we have. 

Reading my mind it seems, you pull me closer.

Word Count: 99
For Carrot Ranch flash fiction challenge

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A Moment

I press my back into the brick. Vibrations pulse through it, controlling my heartbeat.

What am I doing here? And how do I explain?

The beat tapers but I’m racked with questions. I don’t notice the steady thumps gone silent or the crowd dispersing into the night.

I have to decide. Blind faith carried me this far, my feet can stumble a few more steps.

Scared but resolved, I fling myself from the wall. But I’m halted as I come face to face with my anxiety. 

Then I see your eyes. The world stills if only for a second.

For the flash fiction challenge at Carrot Ranch
Word:
Interlude

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Repeat

Life can twist our minds and rip dreams away
But in some moments we find
The greatest gift is perhaps not physical
But a moment in time
When we no longer have to be held to the reality of who others believe we are.
That moment wrapped in a lovers arms, the true idea of home dancing through every sensation.
Or a moment alone with nothing more than a breath and a soft whisper for patience.
Libations given in sacrifice of every moment thereafter.
When we come under fire we close our eyes willing ourselves to aim higher.
Repeat.

For the flash fiction challenge at Carrot Ranch
Word Count: 99
Theme: The greatest gift

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Carrots

Sweat ran down Rodney’s arm, wetting the dry dirt surrounding him.
“Carrots.”
Rodney had hated carrots ever since his mother forced them down his throat when he was 3. It was his earliest, clearest memory.
After all of the planning, the pay-offs, the near mess up the night of … his partner hid the loot in a field.
“Of carrots.”
Par for the course, his partner didn’t remember exactly where. ‘It must have gotten tilled up when they planted.’
He shuffled dirt around and tossed carrot after carrot into his pile until finally a dusty glimmer caught his eye.

Word Count: 99
For the flash fiction challenge at
Carrot Ranch.
Idea: True Grit

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Cinnamon Roll

“It has that old world charm.”
“It smells like death.”
Anise inhaled the bitter air. Remains of buildings, and their citizens, dusted the ground in an ashen snow storm. In the distance an alarm still blared, signaling catastrophe. Something sweet and savory mingled with the distinct smell of smoldering wood.
“Do you smell that?”
“Delicious.”
The sweet smell pulled Clove and Anise forward. In the center of the destruction a small bakery’s ovens hummed away. An old woman pointed her cane at the creatures.
“You. Are you responsible for this? Have a cinnamon roll, I fucking hated this place.”

Word Count: 99
For the flash fiction challenge at
Carrot Ranch

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Fairest In the Land

Purple veined trees dangled darkened fruits above her head. 

“I’ve never been to this part of the woods before.” Words she was barely brave enough to speak disappeared into a pulsing air of mystery. She would swear her feet were no longer her own.

“I’m so very hungry and tired.” The stiffness of the air crushed her voice but the woods protects its own. One of the purple veined trees dropped a fruit into her hands.

Her teeth tore the skin, unleashing a dark gush to dribble over her chin.

And that’s how she became fairest in the land.

Word Count: 99 on the dot
For the Carrot Ranch flash fiction challenge

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Never Alone

The observatory was dark, giving way to a stunning array of constellations above. These quiet moments with Danny were Maeve’s favorite. Too often she found herself pushed to the side for women giggling like school girls.

She always tried to be nice but sometimes, like during their long awaited reunion dates, she found it hard to be accommodating.

“I love you.” Danny pulled her closer. “Hey, I wanna ask you something.”
“Of course.” Butterflies settled in her stomach. Was this it?
“I wanted to ask …”

A shrill scream cut through the dark.. “Oh my gaawwddd! It is you!”

Word Count: 99 (per the rules)
Phrase/Word/Idea: A Rock Star
A little late entry for the
Carrot Ranch flash fiction challenge.

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War Paint

Lilli plopped two tubes of lipstick down in front of her mother.

“Red for strength and energy.” Her mom admired the purple tube and cherry red lipstick.

“Black to signal you’ve been here before.” At this her mother frowned.

“You know I don’t like you wearing black lipstick.” Lilli rolled her eyes and huffed.

“Mom, I really think black lipstick is the least of the problems here. Besides, you need war paint to show the cancer who’s boss.”

Lilli’s mom tucked the black tube into her pocket.

“I’ll just keep this with me … to show the cancer who’s boss.”

Word Count: 99
For the flash fiction challenge at Carrot Ranch

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Game of Thrones

“So, what do you think?”

Martin surveyed the grotesque display in front of him. He didn’t want to risk angering his captor, “It’s an interesting chair.”

“Chair? Marty, my boy, look again. This is a throne.”

The man in full tuxedo and a plastic raincoat strutted around with a slight giggle on the tip of his tongue. “Do you know how many hands this took?”

“I …” Martin’s voice trembled.

His captor caressed Martin’s long fingers. “I’ve always admired yours. They’re the perfect centerpiece. The essential finishing touch, if you will.” His hacksaw rested on Martin’s wrist. “Shall we begin?”

Word Count: 99
For the 99 word challenge at Carrot Ranch.
Fact: This was inspired by Amelia Bedelia