This is flash fiction, a 100-word story. In this week’s story, you’ll encounter young Russ and Uncle Walt,from last week’s story, “The New Girl,” and you meet the new girl herself,young Kassidy. In my paranormal Urban fantasy novel They All Died Smiling, from the Reluctant Demon Hunter series, Kassidy tells her roommate Julie about the time Russ ran away to go to the city. Here’s the flash fiction version of that tale.Ronda Del Boccio, author PHOTO PROMPT © Dawn M. Miller Little Rock By Ronda Del Boccio For FridayFictioneers, December 7, 2018 Genre: Mainstream... Read More

Here’s another flash fiction short story for you!  Here’s the Friday Fictioneers  photo prompt. PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields  Phoenix Flowers Genre: Mainstream (Wh-wh-whaaaaaat? I wrote a mundane story? Yup. Although, a paranormal culprit could be behind the fire that destroyed the town.) Word count: 100. “You can do this, Aunt Beck.” She slashed a tear from her eye. I squeezed her knee. “I know.” “Kass, I can’t do this.” She clutched the door handle. “Stay with me.” “I’ll stay here.” “Half the town’s gone.” Stubborn woman. “You... Read More

I keep wanting to participate in Friday Fictioneers then not managing to do it. So finally, Rochelle, here is another story. I’m guilty of an abundance of life. heehee. I’m sure everyone can relate. Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog challenge in which you write a 100-word or less story based on a photo prompt. Here is this week’s PHOTO PROMPT © J.S. Brand And here is my story. The Bones of My Vision 92 words By Ronda Del Boccio (c) 2018 I sat in my circle of salty tears, seeking a vision on a moon-dark night. “What’s next?” I paced the circle for warmth and wisdom. “Yup,... Read More

  Writing Prompts to Spark Creativity: What Story Can You Tell in 100 Words? #microflash Writing prompts can get your writing juices flowing. Since the project is short, it won’t take you away from your book. You may find that writing something in 100 words is just what you need to wake up the creativity within you. Talons by Ronda Del Boccio We instinctively feel the danger. We cackle and run under the nearest bush, tree or shelter where death cannot take us. From my hiding place, I look at the empty yard. Relief! Nobody will die today. Peeping in the tall grass. The babies! I rush... Read More