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Flash Fiction #52

Writing Prompt: In this scene, include something that your character is afraid of. Hope you enjoy! ~~~ "I think that I just erased the mental image of Sarah making out with Taylor from my memory." Maria nodded with approval after reading her favourite baseball comic book. After putting down one of the volumes, Sarah knocked on Maria's door and opened it. "Maria, dinner time." As soon as Maria saw Sarah again, the mental image returned to her and made a squeamish sound. Sarah sighed, annoyed, knowing exactly what Maria was thinking. "That's what you get for barging into my room unannounced. I don't feel sorry at all." "Put up a sign or something." Maria argued as they descended down to the dining room. "Knock at least, like what I just did." Sarah shook her head. "Manners and common sense, Maria." Maria totally forgot about the conversation as soon as she saw at least one dish they were going to eat

Flash Fiction #51

Writing Prompt: Write about an awkward social encounter. Hope you enjoy! ~~~ "I don't understand this problem at all!" Maria took her eraser and removed her answer to the math question in her notebook. There were already markings from previous attempts, and she scratched her hair in frustration. "I give up. I'm going to ask Sarah for help." Maria took her textbook and notebook, and walked down the hallway to her older sister's bedroom. She yelled as she opened the door, "Sarah! Can you please help me with this problem? I've been stuck for 30 minutes already!" Maria's mouth dropped open, and her eyes wide with shock as she witnessed Sarah and her boyfriend in a make-out session on the bed. Sarah noticed her younger sister at the doorway, and gently pushed her boyfriend away from her, frazzled.  "Maria, the least you can do is knock!" Maria blushed at the sight and thought of her sister and her boyfriend kissin

Flash Fiction #50

I used a random writing prompt generator to get some inspiration for this... Hope you enjoy! ~~~ "Sorry I hung up on you." Those were the words that I kept on telling myself all throughout the night after the fight. "I didn't mean to say it. The words just simply came out in the heat of the moment. I hope that you can forgive me for everything." I spun my chair around at the desk to look at the body pillow on the bed. "Will you forgive me?" Then after a brief moment, I threw a glass of water at the pillow dripping onto the mattress. "Why are you giving me the silent treatment!? Say something!" "Why do I feel alone?" I slouched back into the chair, hiding my face behind my hands. I peeked at my phone that lay on the desk. For the whole year, I didn't receive any messages or phone calls. Not even on my birthday. "Was I forgotten? Maybe, I should reach out but maybe this is a sign of how my friendships are. Shallow a