Plan Gone To Ancient Crete #FlashFiction #WritingPrompt

Grinning, the newsreader finished his story and muttered something half-funny to the reporter next to him. Edmund muted the sound and redialled Atlas, flicking crumbs off his armchair as the phone rang.
‘Heyyyyyy mateyyy…’ Atlas’ voice trailed off.
‘Problems with your connection?’ Edmund asked. The newsreader handed over to the hot weather guy, Edmund tried to remember his name, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Something like Phil, or maybe Mark.
‘Yeah, the line’s bad and I-’ Atlas broke off. ‘Look mate, I’m sorry I hung up on you, I didn’t mean to answer the call, I was dealing with a bank robbery and I forgot my phone was in the suit.’
‘Bet everyone still came out alive though.’
There was a pause. Edmund tracked the weatherman as he indicated high pressure coming in from the west.
‘You ran headfirst into a train Ed. What did you think was going to happen? The way Tulis tells it, you damn near split your skull like an egg.’
‘Bruised noggin’, nothing more. Stopped the train.’
‘And killed every, single passenger on board.’
‘Most were dead already. Didn’t do them no harm really.’
The weatherman was wrapping up, the camera panning back to the newsreader.
‘Heard you got some certificate,’ Edmund said. The newsreader was grinning again, all teeth and thin lips. Atlas had thin lips, thin nose too, and beady little eyes. A wonder anyone trusted him. Beady eyes were better than a monster out of myth.
‘It’s the Nobel Peace Prize, not a certificate.’
‘Papers, paper,’ Edmund shrugged.
‘It’s not- ah forget it. Look I got to get going, I’ve still got reports to fill out and the league wants me to drop by once I’m done here.’
‘What about?’
‘I- er- I’m not sure.’
Edmund tapped his finger against the chair and sucked in a breath.
‘They want you to deal with me,’ he guessed.
‘No, no, I’m sure it’s not that.’
He pressed the off button, listened to the empty apartment around him.
‘Ed?’
He kept listening.
‘Ed?’
‘Hey Atlas,’ he said quietly. ‘I think someone’s here.’


Image by Artie_Navarre from Pixabay

Write a 350 word story in the adventure genre. It’s about a superhero and should include a certificate. Also use the sentence ‘Sorry I hung up on you
I didn’t mean to answer the call.’ Bonus prompt: Your character is fearless to the point of stupidity.

https://thestoryshack.com/tools/writing-prompt-generator/

It’s been a while since I made use of one of the writing prompts from The Story Shack, mostly because I’ve been writing more poetry than flash fiction over the past couple of years. I think a little variation is good to stretch to writing muscles however.

I’d love to hear any feedback you have on how this format reads. I’m still trying to get to grips with the new block editor so any comments will be greatly appreciated.

Dockside

“You’re a villain Danny, plain and simple.”

Danny’s grin spread as he watched Stephanie nod in agreement to her own words and pluck an apple from the open crate next to her on the dock, juice spitting from the skin as her teeth crunched in.

“You wouldn’t have called me that three years ago,” he said, his mind wandering back to the image of her sprawled across his cabin desk, her scars and marking open to him, her cheeks flushed by the kisses he pressed into her curves.

Stephanie examined what was left of her apple, scowled, and chucked it into one of the empty slips.

“Three years ago we were on the same side,” she said, “but you changed that Danny, not me.”

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It’s been ages since I’ve written anything for Five Sentence Fiction, but I felt in the mood for it today. Probably because I should be doing other things, and partly because I’m trying to make sure I write at least a small paragraph for Darkened Daughter every day at the moment. With my dissertation and research projects looming, uni work has got to be my focus right now, but everyone needs a break from time to time and writing is my was to relax. So why not try and get some jump off points set up to work from for when I have more time to look at Darkened Daughter.

Some of you who may have seen older pieces for the novel will know that Stephanie and Danny are old characters, and I was debating cutting at Stephanie altogether. However, I’m going to see how she plays out and decide her fate once she’s done a few chapters and run an errand or two for my darling pub owner Molly. She won’t have the primary role she had in the first few attempts at a complete draft, but she and Danny will still have their wonderful, slightly insane relationship at least.

Room Six

Checking in proved to be… unusual.

Standing behind reception, the woman with shoulder-length hair and purple eyes stared silently as Sam stumbled in.

“Yes?” drawled the woman, pursing her lips at the wet leaves plastered to Sam’s clothes. Sam drew a hand through her own hair, suppressing a shudder as something slimy squelched between her fingers.

“Is Rook here?” she asked.

“Perhaps,” answered the woman. “Why?”

“I need to talk to him,” Sam scowled.

“Why?”

“Because.”

The woman’s gaze flicked over her appearance again before she reached behind the desk.

“Room six,” she said, handing over the key. “Be careful.”

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I like messing around with old characters from partially completed novels. I found the start of a draft for Archer the other day, only the first few chapters were written but I’m thinking about coming back to it at some point. Darkened Daughter has to take priority for now though. I refuse to keep skipping from one idea to another. Something is going to get finished this year whether I like it or not!

Sword Play

“Swords!” panted Natalia, hands wrapped around her kneecaps and hunched in over herself. “Who the hell comes after a person with swords.”

“I think it was a Scottish claymore,” said Michael. “Fifteenth century and in really good nick by the looks of it.”

“I think you’re missing the bit where the chick with the pink Mohawk tried to take your head off.”

“She had a good swing. I’ll give her that.”

“HEAD! NECK! NEAR DECAPITATION!” spat Natalia! “Do I really need to repeat myself?”

“Well at least it wasn’t machine guns this time and you were rather good holding your own against her,” Michael shrugged.

“I had a piece of lead piping!” Natalia spat. “She nearly killed me!”

“But we got the hard drive,” he pointed out.

“Which crazy chick sliced in half with her sword before we took her down,” said Natalia dryly.

“More like a third and two thirds.”

“Same difference. It’s useless.” Natalia straightened up and stretched, popping her joints loudly and scowled when the muscles in her arms protested. “I really need to stop jumping out of windows,” she groaned. “It’s starting to disagree with me.”

“Well you could have taken the stairs. You were right next to the door.”

Natalia turned her scowl towards Michael.

“I wasn’t right next to the door. There was a crazy, sword wielding psycho in the way.”

Michael shrugged.

“Then you should have thrown her out of the window instead.”

Stake Out

“It’s too cold for this,” Natalia whined, trying to avoid touching the metal arms of the rattan chair. Michael scowled at her.

“Can you at least try to look like you want to be here. I don’t want a repeat of Denmark.”

“We got out alive didn’t we,” Natalia shrugged.

“Only just. You have a way of turning simple into deadly.”

“You’re exaggerating,” she grinned. “Three guys with machine guns, nothing major about that.”

“For you maybe,” Michael snorted. “You forget-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re a geek, not an operative…”

“We’ve got movement-”

“I mean I don’t- hey wait! Where are you going?”

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Copyright-Melanie Greenwood

I really like writing about spies.

Edit: The Follow Up Piece Is Called ‘Sword Play’ and I’ve got a friend who’s drawing it as well! Yay!