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It is Monday again, and this is the day I devote to the other blog that I write, which is the Mondays Finish the Story flash fiction challenge. This challenge gives an opening line to a story that the writer must use and that they write a story that goes along with the photo. The word limit is 100-150 words, not including the opening line. Here is my contribution to this week’s challenge. The opening sentence is in bold and italicized letters.

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

“Hey boys, how ’bout y’all makin’ yer Ma some wind chimes?” This was how it all began for Jimmy Jack and Bobby Roy. They went to work on the wind chimes for ma and came up with the design of a wrench with cans of beans and beer for the chimes.

It went over so well with not only the family, but with friends and neighbors. Word got out and orders for wind chimes came rolling in. Next thing the boys knew they had a thriving business. They were having a hard time keeping up with the orders, and soon realized that they needed to hire help. And so the boys hired cousins and friends. They moved out of the barn and into a warehouse.

When Betty Sue created a website for them, sales went through the roof. Today the boys and ma live in the lap of luxury.

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Mondays Finish the Story

I hope that you enjoyed my bit of flash. If you would like to take part in this fun and unique flash fiction challenge, then just click HERE!

Thanks for dropping by and have a magnificent Monday! Be well… ^..^

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It is Monday again, and this is the day I devote to the other blog that I write, which is the Mondays Finish the Story flash fiction challenge. This challenge gives an opening line to a story that the writer must use and that they write a story that goes along with the photo. The word limit is 100-150 words, not including the opening line. Here is my contribution to this week’s challenge. The opening sentence is in bold and italicized letters.

The Biosphere - Photo by Barbara W. Beacham

The Biosphere – Photo by Barbara W. Beacham

“At first, it looked like an ordinary marble, but it was far from it.” They saw it from a distance. They continued on heading to the biosphere. It had been there now for 45 years.

“Are those fractures?” asked McClary.

“I don’t know,” replied Smith.

They got to the biosphere and circled it looking for a way in. The surface did look fractured.

“Where is the door?” Smith asked.

“Over here.”

Gaining access, they went through the locks. Not knowing what they would find inside, they left their suits on. As they walked through the last lock, they saw the hydroponic garden. Fish tanks were bubbling, and cows looked up at them.

Heading into the building, they found themselves in the dining hall. The people turned to see who was coming in.

Smith and McClary were surprised to see humans and greys eating pizza, drinking either wine or milk, while a band played music in the background.

“Welcome!” they both heard in their heads.

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Mondays Finish the Story

I hope that you enjoyed my bit of flash. Thanks go out to Eric from Momus News for helping out this week with the opening line for the challenge. If you would like to take part in this fun and unique flash fiction challenge, then just click HERE!

Thanks for dropping by and have a magnificent Monday! Be well… ^..^

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It is Monday again, and this is the day I devote to the other blog that I write, which is the Mondays Finish the Story flash fiction challenge. This challenge gives an opening line to a story that the writer must use and that they write a story that goes along with the photo. The word limit is 100-150 words. Here is my contribution to this week’s challenge. The opening sentence is in bold and italicized letters.

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

“Zeus was not having a good day and he made sure everyone knew it.” Giorgio A. Tsoukalos, famed ufologist, reported that Zeus was not really a God but an alien astronaut. This clearly did not sit well with Zeus.

Tsoukalos said that if you follow Greek mythology, you would discover that they were not Gods but alien astronauts. One story tells of the Gods flying off on their chariots of fire, heading to feast with the Nubians who lived on the Nile River. The story goes that after feasting they headed back to the mountain and were back the same day.

Giorgio was wrapping up his filming another episode of “Ancient Aliens” when the sky clouded over. Suddenly, the lightning bolts began raining down. Zeus was tossing them right and left. Tsoukalos and the film crew had to dodge the bolts. Zeus reached down and grabbed Tsoukalos by the collar. Looking at him Zeus said, “I am a God, not an alien, you pipsqueak!”

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Mondays Finish the Story

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Today is devoted to the other blog that I write, which is the Mondays Finish the Story flash fiction challenge. This challenge gives an opening line to a story that the writer must use and that they write a story that goes along with the photo. The word limit is 100-150 words. Here is my contribution and the title is “Exposed.” The opening sentence is in bold and italicized letters.

The Webs We Weave - Photo © 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

The Webs We Weave – Photo © 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

“What a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive.” She never thought about the backlash that could come about from her lies and deceptions.

Ginny was finally exposed. She had lied to the community about many things and for so long that she believed her own stories. She could no longer tell the difference between her lies and reality.

There were the lies about the misuse of company funds for personal gain. Someone discovered her bribes, extortion and the kickbacks from contractors. Her collusion with a local realtor was uncovered. People referred to her as the “puppet master” because so many did her bidding, not knowing that they were being set up. Ginny was a user. Once she got what she wanted, she tossed the person aside like a piece of trash.

She stood with the rest when the bailiff said, “All rise, Franklin County Superior Court is now in session, the Honorable Judge Vickerson now presiding.”

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Mondays Finish the Story

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© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

“The only residents remaining in the small town of Miners Hill are spirits.” So goes the rumor. I love visiting ghost towns.

Driving into the town, I pull into the parking lot of the hotel at the top of the hill. I put the car in park, unfasten my seat belt and get out. It is so quiet.

I head towards the front door of the hotel. It is chipped, peeling, and open. I walk in. Dust covers the floor. A huge mirror hangs behind the front desk. There is a bell on the desk. I walk over to it and tap. A ding rings throughout the lobby. I can hear footsteps behind me. My heart begins to race.  Turning, I look.  I do not see anyone.

Behind me, I hear a voice. “Welcome to the Miners Hill Hotel. Would you like a room?” I turn towards the voice. No one is there. The front door slams shut and locks. I gulp.

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This is my contribution this week to the Mondays Finish the Story flash fiction challenge!

Mondays Finish the Story

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Today is devoted to the other blog that I write, which is the Mondays Finish the Story flash fiction challenge. This challenge gives an opening line to a story that the writer must use and that they write a story that goes along with the photo. The word limit is 100-150 words. Today, I went over the limit as my story just needed to. I think you will agree! Here is my contribution and the title is “Stuck in a Sub.” The opening sentence is in bold and italicized letters.

The Sub - Photo by BW Beacham

The Sub – Photo by BW Beacham

The crew of the Angel Flame received orders to head out. They made their way over to the pier to pick up passengers. Once there, they collected the tickets from the fifteen and helped them board the sub. With everyone in seats, crew-member Johnson closed the hatch.

He made his way into the sub and checked out the folks on board. There were 14 adults and one little boy. He explained to the group what to do in case of emergency, and then gave the signal. Captain Farthington turned the submarine towards the coral reef. The trip would be forty-five minutes long.

Johnson began describing the ocean life along the reef when all of a sudden there was a ripping sound followed by a noxious odor. A tiny voice said, “Scuse me.”

Over the next half hour, the people on board were turning green. After thirty “Scuse mes,” they were ready to get back to shore. The smell was so bad it could knock a dead man off a slab.

After the ride in the submarine, Jenny and Jeremy made their way to the Island Grill for a bite to eat. Walking in behind them was the family with the farting boy. Jenny said to the hostess, “Please seat them first.” When the hostess returned to take them to their table, Jenny said to her, “Can we please have a table as far away from them as possible?”

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Mondays Finish the Story

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Be well and have a magnificent Monday! ^..^

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It is time for another edition of Mondays Finish the Story! This flash fiction challenge asks that the writer complete a story of 100-150 words, using the opening line as provided (in bold and italicized letters), and that the story goes with the photo prompt. I hope that you enjoy my story entitled “She Could Do It.”

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

“Arriving at the beach, she reflected on her life.” She listened to the waves as they came in. Closing her eyes, she listened to the sounds of the water battering against the beach.

She just had to get away from it all to think. She did all the right things. She ate the right foods, avoided the excess of alcohol, and drank tea instead of coffee. She had lost twenty-five pounds, and discovered that most of the glands in her body were swollen, making her uncomfortable.

The diagnosis was cancer, and she was told that she had it for years by the look of things. She felt the lump forming in the back of her throat. She had to make a choice of either going through chemotherapy or not.

During her life, her Mom showed her by example what it was to have a will to live. Her Mom was given five years  and she survived cancer for thirty-seven years now. If her Mom could do it and survive, then so could she!

Her choice

Her choice

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A slight bit over on the word count!  Thank you for stopping by today for a quick read!

Be well… ^..^

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Ready for another edition of Mondays Finish the Story? This flash fiction challenge asks that the writer complete a story of 100-150 words, using the opening line as provided (in bold and italicized letters), and that the story goes with the photo prompt. I hope that you enjoy my story entitled “Jessica’s Doll Regan.”

Regan - © 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Regan – © 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

After losing her head, she realized that the rest of her body was falling apart! What better way to scare that nasty child Jessica!

You see, Jessica received the doll for her 6th birthday. She named it Regan. She never treated the doll well. She would slap it across the edge of the dresser, pinch it, bite it, and scream at it.

Weeks later, Regan knew she just had to do something to get back at Jessica! One dark night, she felt a surge of energy enter into her doll form. Damn, but that felt good! She raised her arms and looked at her small hands.

The following morning, Jessica awoke and found Regan in pieces. Jessica laughed. The arms were nearby, a leg was missing, as was the head, though not far away from the body. As Jessica looked at the doll’s head, it rolled over, and one of the eyes winked. It gave Jessica and evil smile and said, “Payback is a bitch!”  Jessica screamed.

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Mondays Finish the Story

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We are back for another edition of Mondays Finish the Story! This flash fiction challenge asks that the writer complete a story of 100-150 words, using the opening line as provided (in bold and italicized letters), and that the story goes with the photo prompt. Today’s story is another chapter in the Greys Chronicle. The original story is The Wine Bar.

Are you laughing at me?  Photo by Barbara W. Beacham

Are you laughing at me? Photo by Barbara W. Beacham

“Are you laughing at me?” I knew they were, and I could have sworn that I saw the damn things wink at me!

Apparently done with my shift, one of the creatures escorted me to what would become my sleeping quarters. As the door opened with a whoosh, I looked around the room. The grey hand pushed me gently into the room, then stepped back as the door closed. There was a bed, a bathroom, a chair, and a table on which stood the orchids. I sat in the chair noting no windows.

Talking aloud to myself, I said, “Will I ever get out of here?”

The orchids on the table laughed, and shook their heads no. I jumped out of the chair away from the orchids. “What the hell?” I said.

“Get some sleep”, they said to me in unison. “Your next shift at the wine bar is in 8 hours.”

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Thanks for stopping by today to read my entry into the Mondays Finish the Story challenge!

Mondays Finish the Story

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It is Monday which is the day that I devote to the Mondays Finish the Story flash fiction challenge. The rules for this challenge are to write a story that goes with the photo and that one uses the opening line provided. The word limit is between 100-150 not including the opening line, which is in bold italicized letters. Here is the photo and my story!

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

“They followed the buffaloes and their babies along the trail heading into the woods.” The group was in Yellowstone listening to a park ranger.

“Back in the day, Native American tribes revered them. They only took what they needed,” he said. “Sadly, as folks migrated to this continent, they over hunted the buffalo, dropping their numbers from millions to a little over 1,000 by 1899. Conservation efforts have increased the population of buffalo to 500,000. Most are not true wild buffalo. They are a crossbreed of cattle and buffalo.”

“Here in Yellowstone, we have approximately 5,000 wild buffalo. These herbivores travel in groups led by the female. Babies are born in the spring and they nurse for eight months. By one year, they are full grown and independent. The adult males weigh in at 2,000 pounds; the females are 1,000 pounds.”

“Mommy,” said little Peter tugging at his mother’s sleeve, “can we bring one home?”

“No dear. We have to admire them here in their home.”

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Mondays Finish the Story

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