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Flash Fiction From the Beach Vol 4

Faith, Art, writing and learning are Tim’s passions. Tim loves working in education. He has a BS in Psychology from Albright College.

I have quite a fondness for writing stories. In fact I try and write something everyday. Most of the time what I end up writing are short stories, well truthfully flash fiction. Some of the stories I write are preludes to a little bit longer stories. I have written one novel but I find it very, very, very hard to carry a story for such a long duration. So now I stick to flash fiction which is hard in its own way. Anyway I hope you enjoy these four stories all based on a one word writing prompt…Why.

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Why, Are We Standing Outside

“Why?”

“Why, what?”

“Why are we standing outside freezing our tails off watching a house?”

“I explained this to you before. This may or may not be the home of Bigfoot.”

“The Bigfoot?”

“Yes, the Bigfoot.”

“I still don’t know why I let you talk me into this. I mean Bigfoot…really? Have you even heard what you’re saying.”

“Hey, it makes sense when you think about it. No one has ever been able to find them out in the woods. Why? Because they can blend in by acquiring houses in the suburbs or up in the mountains. Just wait, you’ll see.”

“Larry, I still think you’re crazy but for now I’ll humor you…”

“Joe, did you hear that?”

“If you mean the loud howl which almost made me pee my pants…then yes.”

The two of them grew silent. As they watched, a huge shape emerged from around the corner of the house.

“Look Joe, it’s a Bigfoot.”

“I can see.”

The beast locked their way. It locked eyes with Harold. As Harold watched, Bigfoot shook his head left to right then bounded up the steps. He reached way up high to get a key, unlocked the door then opened the door. He gave the two men one last look and entered the house.

“See Joe…I told you so. Now the is solved. Bigfoot hides out in vacant houses.”

“Good for you Larry. You solved the mystery. Now can we go and get out of cold?.”

Extra Story Writing Prompt - Why, Your Wife Is Always Right.

Why, You Should Never Say Yes to Babysitting

“Why?”

“Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time. I thought it was a quick way to make a few bucks.

“But, now you think about it, you were…”

“Wrong, I’ll admit it I was wrong!”

“See, that’s your problem Joy. You always jump into something headfirst not thinking about what lies below the surface of the water.”

“Metaphors…now is not the time for metaphors Joan. Now is the time to figure out how we can get out of this.”

“But you never think these things through.”

“Oh, come on we’ve been through a lot worse than this. Remember your boyfriend Jonas. You always said he was the worst thing to ever happen to you.”

“Really, you’re going to compare him to this situation. He never made me want to hide in a closet because I thought he was in another room plotting against me.”

“Oh come on! They’re not plotting against us. They’re just having fun”

“Fun, you call this fun. Well let me tell you it’s the last time I let you talk me into babysitting your sister's kids.”

Joy chuckled. “I told you not let them see the fear in your eyes.”

“Shhh, I hear something outside the door.”

Suddenly the closet door opened.

“Ah ha!” Said a young girl. “Here you are. We found you.”

“Oh great!” Joan jumped up and ran out of the closet. “I’m outta here.”

10 First Line Writing Prompts

  • Hey, the dog bit me first.
  • You think I look bad. You should see the other guy.
  • Dear, the cat peed on me again.
  • Look, I don’t know came from but I do know where can go.
  • I love you, but….
  • Why do I get myself into these thing?
  • It’s not my gun.
  • I’d love to tell you how it is but I know you wouldn’t listen.
  • When you say you’re an alien, what do you mean?
  • You can‘t always live your life in the fast lane.
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Why, You Don’t Eat Things From A Work Fridge

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why are you asking me if I raided the work fridge?”

“Well first you said you were hungry.”

“Yeah, but I could have had my own lunch.”

“Yeah true, but now my old container is missing.”

“Old container?”

“Yeah, the one with the skull and crossbones.”

“Nope, didn’t see it…burp.”

“Are you sure? I mean it has been in there for a week and a half.”

“Yeah, I’m sure.,.burp.”

“Well if you ate it you better tell me, cause if you ate it and feel by tell me I can’t help you.”

“Burp…you’re just trying to get me to tell you I ate it but I didn’t…burp.”

“Okay then…can’t tell me I didn’t warn you.”

“Burp, burp, burp…now if you’ll excuse me I really need to go to the bathroom.”

She watched him as he ran out of the break room. “See you in a few days. Oh yeah I’m glad you’re not the one who ate my old, old lunch.”

Extra Story Writing Prompt, Why, Every Dog Does Not Have It’s Day

Why, You Best Beware of Blind Dates

Why don't I ever listen? My mom always said it is far better to be quiet than to open your big mouth. I could have said no, but no I agreed to this blind date. My friend said she’s nice, quite your type. Now I’m who knows where with a girl I only know as Liv, running from some very angry people with guns.

Sure dinner started out ok. We met at O’tooles, a classy place down by the wharf. She looked beautiful, except for maybe the blue stripe in her hair. In hindsight the bright blue stripe should have been my first clue she was different.

Well anyway the date was going along well. We got along fine. She laughed. I laughed. We sat there eating our dinner when two guys walked in the front door. Liv spied them first. She jumped up and grabbed my hand. We headed towards the back of the restaurant and out the fire exit.

“Where’s your car?”

“Over here.”

We ran over and jumped in my car. I started the cat and drove away. We thought we were in the clear when I saw headlights fast approaching.

“We’re in trouble.”

She looked back. “Take a left at the next intersection.”

I turned left quickly. My tires screeched. I swore if I got out of this I was not going on any more blind dates.

“There’s a garage on the left up here. Pull into the first bay and I pull the door closed.”

I again did as she said. We sat there in the car waiting to see what would happen.

“Hey, you want to make out?” She said.

“No,” I stammered. “What I want to do is know why those guys are after you.”

She pulled a gold amulet from her purse. “I think they’re looking for this.”

“Where’d you get that?”

“Well, I was on a date last night and it was just laying there.”

“So you took it?”

“Hey, you make it sound like a bad thing. I’m gonna go check to see if they’re gone.”

“If they are…I think I'll call an end to this date.”

“Ah, just when o thought we were having a good time.”

© 2022 Timothy Whitt

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