Friday Fiction — Deadly Delicious

Today’s Friday Fiction was inspired by the folks over at Flash! Friday. Enjoy! And please feel free to share your thoughts.


Rose licked the berry juice from her hands.

They were especially plump and juicy. The reddish purple juice would flood from some of them so quickly she barely had time to catch it before it streamed down her arm and stained her white shirt sleeve.

Rose wondered if the stories were true. If you eat the berries you would die. She quickly popped one in her mouth and discovered it was the most sinfully delicious thing she had ever eaten.

She heard a boom in the distance and suddenly her white tunic and pants were covered in crimson red. Her bare feet began to feel warm. Looking at her feet she discovered she was standing in a reddish purple puddle.

Where was this coming from? No one else was around. She felt a warm steam down her leg. At that moment she realized the puddle was her own blood. She fell to the ground and smiled.

“Deadly delicious,” she said.

Friday Fiction: Powerful

Today’s Friday Fiction is a Flash! Friday prompt.

The Sea Horse. Photo and sculpture by Jeffro Uitto; used by permission.

The Sea Horse. Photo and sculpture by Jeffro Uitto; used by permission.

This is all Jess has left of her husband, father, and brother, her boys as she called them.

They worked on the sculpture of her favorite childhood horse for nearly a year. Her father would inevitably find something wrong with it. And in the beginning Alex, Jess’s husband, never saw the problem.

“It’s gotta be perfect,” Continue reading

The Take

This piece of fiction was inspired by Flash! Friday. Enjoy! 🙂
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“Come on Lil-e,” Alex said giving her a slap on the rump. “Just one more.

“Sorry, Alex. You know Pete likes the place spotless when he comes to collect the money. Besides what would your wife say — spending your money on drink and me.” Lilly smiles and saunters away.

“I’m leaving.” Motioning to the others, they stagger out looking as though they’re at odds with the sea and fighting to stay afloat.

“Tonight?” Continue reading