A child’s letter to a butterfly (flash fiction)

Dear Butterfly,

When my grandmother died, I learned something new from my friends:
When a moth or a butterfly enters a house, a dearly departed visits.
From now on, I will not catch nor kill you whenever you come inside our home.

I would confess something I’m not too proud to admit.
Last year, I caught plenty of our relatives;
I thought they were Pokémons.
I’m so sorry, I didn’t know yet.

I hope you’ll forgive me.

Your little brother,
Allen

Writing Prompt: Writing 101: To Whom it May Concern (Assignment No. 13)

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The unreturned book (A flash fiction)

There are some books I wouldn’t read.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not too picky with books.
Before I read, I read the synopsis at the back.
Taking time getting to know what it is about.

Like this girl I’ve known since childhood.
I took my time getting to know her well.
But one thing’s for sure: books served as our bridge to each other.

There are books that I don’t like that she reads.
There are books I like that she disdains.
We saw each other’s differences with the books we read.
Nevertheless, we practice arguing with books.

But one day, she borrowed my latest set of books by Murakami.
Said she’s going to read it while waiting for the plane.
Told me to wait, don’t rush; we’ll walk down the aisle.

Evening at home, saw the news on TV
Her plane was missing
I can’t believe this was happening

I don’t know where she is now
She told me to wait
That’s what I’m doing now
Hoping to see her again someday

I can still buy the same book in stores.
Or buy other books to cope with this lost.
But she… she might be the book I will never have the chance to read again.

Writing Prompt: Writing 101 — Dark Clouds on the (Virtual) Horizon (Assignment Twelve)

When rivals collide (A flash fiction)

“Ha! You know what Mike, you’re full of rubbish!” whispered Rap to Mike’s ears as they resume from timeout.

“Thanks” Mike replied.

18 seconds left. Warriors ahead, 99-97.

Rap, ace player of Angels, hasn’t scored yet in final period. All praises from their coach, Mike just keeps shutting down the opponent’s go-to-guy.

Receiving from a teammates’ baseline inbound, Rap dribbled swiftly towards the hoop. Mike chased him and gets in front of him. As he drives inside the paint, he planted an elbow to Mike’s face. The ref blows the whistle.

“No worries. Part of the game,” said Mike while holding his cheek.

“YOU WANNA PIECE OF ME? LET’S CREATE SOME WORRY!”

A free-for-all ensues.


Postscript: I’m not in the mood to write tonight since I got tired from playing basketball scrimmage this afternoon. Just decided to make a short story out of an NCAA basketbrawl. Trust me, no violence happened while I played with my fellow brothers. I even used my favorite expression in basketball, “part of the game.”

Writing promptWriting 101: Give and Take (Assignment # 7)

A letter to a parent (a flash fiction)

I found a letter that you never sent
I was curious whom it was addressed to
What you wrote does not reflect who you are
Maybe that’s why it’s just a draft

But I might be wrong
I don’t know much about you
Unlike Pops, you’re always tough
Maybe that’s why I’m closer to him

I still wonder why you did not send this
Are you afraid of baring your soul?
What’s with your self-imposed separation?
Maybe that’s why I’m distant to women

Writing prompt: Writing 101: Be Brief (Day Five)

The Classroom

I’ve been away for two weeks and I’ve not been online that much since I left our home. So getting some inspiration with my two weeks teaching exposure here in a remote community, this is a short story about my experience earlier this day.

There’s the big boy again.
Restrain and gain composure, I tell myself.
Attention grabbing, classroom noise… why does he always start this?
Is there something wrong with him or it’s just his boyish nature?

Since it’s my last day here, I’ll smile outside even when I’m really boiling inside.
Before we leave, there’s a program to formally end our stay in this remote school.
After the singing and dancing, the boy approached me in his usual self.
Just like what I do with the rest of the kids, I piggyback him.
Now, the tots are crying but the boy is smiling while hugging me.
Later, I noticed that he became silent and I felt from my back that my shirt getting wet. I couldn’t believe he’s crying because I’m leaving now.

This boy is not that tough. Maybe I am not too. I was touched.

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Photo prompt via Madison Woods.

Heinz dilemma

Hello readers and fellow Friday Fictioneers!

For now, this is my and probably my last entry for the Friday Fictioneers’ 100-words challenge. Because this coming Sunday, I’m flying back to the South for an immersion experience with some indigenous community. It’s a part of our training before we enter the convent and formally start our Novitiate formation. I’ll tell all about it on my next post.

The photo prompt courtesy of Madison Woods. If you’re interested to read other stories like this, click here. If you’re not yet a Friday Fictioneer, I encourage you to be one and write your 100-flash fiction every Friday.

Below is my Flash Fiction this week. Enjoy!

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Where’s the drug? Where’s the medicine?! It’s too dark.

Good grief, there it is!

This radium is horribly overpriced. Ten times its production cost!

Oh that wretched druggist! I gave him other options this morning. I wouldn’t be here now if he just let me pay even half. I wouldn’t be stealing this if he just…

But I won’t let my wife suffer from her sickness any longer. This is for her!

I’ve never done this before. I think this won’t be considered as stealing.

I’ll just leave this $1000 in this spot.

Now what? Where should I hide later?

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The Heinz dilemma inspired me to write this story. You can read it here (wiki article).

Does the end justify the means?