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Flash Fiction From the Beach 2 - 99 Words per Story

Tim is a freelance writer, poet, artist and storyteller. He always tries to find and include lessons for everyone in his writing.


Here We Go Again

I created the first Flash Fiction from the beach because of a challenge on Facebook. I discovered that I love to write Flash Fiction because it is a challenge to create something compelling In only 99 words. Each of these stories not only is a finished scene but also asks you the reader to imagine more to come in the story.

Here are 7 more of my stories. I hope you enjoy reading them as much I did in writing them. As always in these times stay safe and try to keep busy.

First three stories were created from random thoughts which popped into my head.

The Dog

A dog showed up on my doorstep today. Where he came from I don’t know. I just know he won’t leave. The dog gives me the creeps. Why? It’s the way it looks at me. Like it knows my thoughts.

“Why are you here? Now I’m talking to you.”

We’ve been at this for two hours. Me sitting here, The dog sitting by the door moving it’s head back and forth. A scratch at the door interrupts our game.

I open the door. Another dog is sitting there. They bark back and forth then leave.

“What the...was that?”


The App

Life changed for me, or should I say the afterlife changed for me, the day I downloaded an app named Departed. The app claimed I could talk to lost loved ones by writing to them. At first I thought it was a joke until the day my mom wrote back. Four simple words appeared, “Skippy, how ya doin’?”

Something she asked me almost everyday. The messages got weirder as the days went on, Now I sit here looking down at my phone wondering. Should I delete the app or continue talking to her. I want to but I can’t.

The Old Front Porch

“I sure will miss this place.”
“I know what you mean Charlotte. We spent a lot of years in this old house.”
“Yeah Jean, and the old front porch if it could talk...well let’s just say momma would not be pleased.”

Charlotte snickers a little. “I know what you mean. There was that time Pete and I...well let’s just say the old swing has quite a story to tell.”
The old porch door squeaked a little as a third older woman entered the room.
“Are you two ready to go?”
“Yes mom” they said.”Goodbye old house.”


Prompt was from the theme of Tuesday Night Comedies.

The Prom

“The prom, not another word about the prom. That’s not for people like us.”

“Why, Tommy?”

“We come from the poor side of town...we don’t fit in with the rich Jolene.”


“Don’t you think I want to go? There is not a girl I know who will say yes.”

“Have you asked anyone?”

“No, Jolene I haven’t.

“Well then how do you know the girl will turn you down?”

“Jolene, just drop it.”

“Here comes Jennie, ask her.”

“What, no way. She’s out of my league.”

“Tommy, I’ll call her over....hey Jennie.”


“Here she comes…”

An answer to the age old question, “Why did the chicken cross the road?”

Chicken and the Road

“Where we going, Agnes?”

“Cluck, across the road let’s go.”

“You know us chickens aren’t supposed to go over there.”

“Well if you want to stay here and loose your head, be my guest”

“No, I’m coming...wait up.”

The two chickens ran on and on until they came to the road.

“We made it what?”

Agnes gave a look which said. Are you a dumb chicken?

“We cross the road Dolores. We cross the road. Now run.”

The two chickens ran across as fast as they could. Right into the paws of a fox.

The Prom Part 2

I was about to have an anxiety attack. What was my sister Jolene thinking? I stood there a grin plastered on my face.

“Hey Jolene...what’s up?”

“I was just wondering if you were going to the prom?”


“What...but Jennie you’re one of the prettiest girls in school. Surely the guys would be asking.”

“They are asking but I have certain standards...none of them meet my standards.”

I just looked at her. My sister glanced my way. I shook my head no.

“So, Tommy are you going to prom?”

I looked at Jennie.”Ummm No.”

Challenge - A story about an angel in 99 words no more, no less.

The Angel

I’ve never believed in angels until the day I met one. I know you scoff at the notion but I did...really. Prove it. You’re going to have to take my word. It really happened. I was hiking the trail near my house and rounded a bend in the trail and there he was...sitting on a rock.

“Finally,” He said. “I’ve been waiting.”

“Who are you.”

“I’m angel sent by God for you.”


“God has great things for you. I’m here to enlighten you.”

“Well I’m going to walk now...see you Fred the Angel.”

Second Time Round

Thanks for taking the time to read through the second group of flash fiction stories. Look for in the coming weeks. Oh yeah, if you have any ideas for future short stories please add them to the comments section of this articl.

© 2020 Timothy Whitt