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)

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.

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