Flash Fiction Friday--Real Estate

Webs We Weave 

KRISANN GENTRY

Marco and Nellie Fisher came to me about six months ago, in need of waterfront property to build their first custom web. Distressingly, their first home together - a rented web in the wharf district -was vacated while under renovation, and when they returned on the scheduled date, there had been a terrible mistake--the web was occupied!

These things happen all the time, I'm afraid. Management misplaces paperwork and the Fishers are suddenly out. All the more terrifying when, like Nellie, you're ready to lay your first sac. Theirs was certainly a challenging situation. They were so desperate for a home, they had actually started looking in the cesspool district!

We were in a tough spot, sure, but like many times before, Dream Weavers Realty® did it again! We found the Fishers an ideal creekside spot under budget, and closed in record time! I can't stress enough the importance of working with a knowledgeable agent.

Call me for all your buying, selling, and refinancing needs.
   Junie S. Pryder, Real Estate Agent

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Read more stories from this prompt!
Josiah's submission
Moody's submission--coming soon.

Want to make one of your own? Next week's prompt is NON-FICTION.

Write a short essay from the starting point, "Death." 

Non-fiction Friday--50 Word Inspirational Speech

Hey all,
This week I am traveling, so this brilliant prompt suggested by regular participant Josiah Higgins seemed perfect to tackle now. See you all next week with a full-sized fiction offering. 

  NIKE   

 KRISANN GENTRY 

There are a thousand roads to choose from on the journey to becoming the person you want to be, but take care not to overcomplicate things. Sometimes, it really is just as simple as deciding to be more awesome more of the time. 

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Read more essays from this prompt:
Josiah's submission
Linda's submission
Moody's submission

Want to make one of your own? Next week's prompt is FLASH FICTION.

Write a short story from the starting point, "Real Estate." 

Flash Fiction Friday--It's Not Unusual

 Tom  

KRISANN GENTRY

     Many say they can't sleep in the big city when they first move here from nowheresville. It's all the noise from the cars, and it stays brighter too. Sure, it was weird at first, but now it's normal for me. I've never been much of a sleeper anyway, more of a napper.

     Sometimes I walk home after a gig, or after I'm finished prowling the boulevards and alleys for whatever the restaurants have to offer (the whole-in-the-wall places are always the best), and I'm reminded how I used to be amazed by the differences. Not anymore. One day I realized we had all the same stuff at home, it just looked different, and the world wasn't really that divided. Like, the mall rats I'd known; they're basically just a few years away from being identical to the bar crawlers we've got here. All the suits ignore me, same as they did in the old town. And then there are the mothers. Some of them are always trying to have me over for dinner. Others chase me away with broomsticks and curses. They don't know what kind of trouble I am or not; they just assume. Same as in the small town. Everything's the same here. There's just more of it.

     So I go out and sing for my dinner most every night. I know I could cozy up to the Italian mams and never think twice about it, but I don't want to. I genuinely want it to feel different here. My own mom took care of me at home; why would I want to domesticate myself when I came out here for my freedom in the first place? To satisfy the itch I couldn't scratch before?

     I still keep my license though, with mom's name - Jones - and the address, in case I ever need to go visit home. She'd be sad if I wasn't wearing it.
   

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Read more stories from this prompt!
Moody's submission
Josiah's submission
Linda's submission
Jeffery's submission

Want to make one of your own? Next week's prompt is NON-FICTION.

Write a short essay from the starting point, "an inspirational speech in under 50 words." 

Non-fiction Friday--Like a Kid

If I acted like my kids, I would:  

• Always say "I love you too!" and never "I love you," because I already know you love me before you say it.
• Fall on the floor and wail in despair any time I got too hungry, which would be at least fourteen times per day.
• Believe in every magical thing I hear about, with fervor.
• Get away with so. much. crap. 
• Make a game for how long I can avoid putting pants on - and try to break my own record every single day. 
• Pet a lot of bugs and snails. 
• Watch you carefully and try to be a lot like you.
• Somehow manage to get my hair into the most matted tangles history has ever seen, usually observed in My Little Pon[ies]™ and other dolls with fake hair, all within a matter of minutes.
• Cry like a banshee while you brush my hair.
• Yell at the top of my lungs how much I love you and will miss you whenever you leave my presence. Even if it's just for a minute. 
• Ask you 10,000 times if we can please just go to the park again. 
• Ask you 10,000 times if I can have a piece of gum.
• Ask you 10,000 times for a popsicle. 
• Ask you for 10,000 popsicles.
• Be heartbroken when you go to the bathroom without me. How could you?!
• Try to push every button of every device I ever encounter, regardless of who is using it at the time. 
• Climb onto your lap and then arms and then face if I need to get your attention because I love you THAT MUCH AND THIS IS URGENT AND NEEDS YOUR IMMEDIATE ATTENTION. HI.
• Take at least 40 minutes to brush my teeth and empty my bladder each night. 
• Refuse to try new foods until someone shoves a piece of it in my mouth, and then scarf the whole thing. It would probably end up my new favorite. 
• Say at least four hilarious things every day.
• Scream because my friends are screaming and it seems really fun.

Come to think of it, I probably already do at least half of this list. Husband has been consulted and his estimation is that the truth is closer to 75%, which is kind of expected when you consider these people are influencing me all day long. 

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Read more essays from this prompt:
Josiah's submission
Moody's submission
Linda's submission

Want to make one of your own? Next week's prompt is FLASH FICTION.

Write a short story from the starting point, "it's not unusual."