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I had a request to put what the dice represent, and therefore what I’m supposed to include, at the end of the story instead of the beginning. So if you want to know, scroll to the bottom and then come back up.


The last thing I needed right now was to grow a conscience. I’d sloughed off all of my friends, offended my family members until they would no longer be associated with me, and if things went well tonight I would be on the Most Wanted list.

Then why was I hesitating?

I stood on the precipice of a brave new world. All I had to do was metaphorically reach out, wrap my fingers around the doorknob, turn and push.

That was all.

And yet I hesitated.

“Hey, boss,” Funny Guy, one of my goons, said. “The boys are ready to go.”

I glanced at the black fedora on the table. The fabric practically pulled light from the air, leaving cold and dark in its wake.

“You, uh, need anything?”

I shook my head and stood. The wooden chair scraped across the uneven floor of the warehouse, and the table wobbled slightly as I snatched first my pistol and then my hat off of it. I put both in their places, and turned toward Funny Guy.

My man stood half a head taller than me, and wore tan pants, a white shirt and a brown vest. I always wondered why he wore light colors when he knew we were going killing, but somehow he managed to keep the stains off of his clothes.

“Let’s go,” I said.

Funny Guy nodded and stepped aside so I could pass him.

It had taken quite a few robberies and even more bribery to get the cars. They sat idling in their black, shinny glory, chrome sparkling under the overhead lights. Someone had already opened the garage doors.

I got into the lead car. Funny Guy gave me an annoyed look—he thought that the Boss should let his lackeys take the fire—but I ignored him. Tonight I had something to prove. After tonight, everyone in the country would know my name.

I settled into the passenger seat and shut the door. The driver sent me a nervous, side-long glance before his eyes returned to the road ahead, and his gloved fingers tightened around the steering wheel with the creak of leather.

“Let’s go,” I said. My voice remained stoic, but the index finger of my right hand began to tap on my leg. I clenched that hand into a fist as the car rocketed out of the warehouse and into the night.

The dark welcomed us. The few street lights stood at uneven intervals along the avenue, sending pools of yellow onto the otherwise deserted sidewalks. They were the only things that marked our passing.

“You know the route?” I asked.

“Of course,” the driver said.

The sound of my men checking their weapons came from the back seat. It put my mind and ease, and I smiled.

The driver followed the preplanned route. The number of street lights grew as we came closer to the center of the city. Even at the late hour, people scurried home from brothels or the bar or whatever entertainment they could find. Most wobbled a bit as they walked down the sidewalks. Others lurked in the alleyways, the tips of their hats catching in the headlights of the car.

Once I might have been afraid of them, but no longer. I’d taken my lumps, and had risen to the top. And now, I would build a platform and rise even higher.

“Almost there,” the driver said.

The men in the back cocked their weapons.

I, on the other hand, kept my hands free. I lay them on my knees, and took a breath.

This was it. Everything I’d been working for.

The last turn came, and the driver took it like a model citizen, even making a full stop before proceeding.

The street that lay before us shone almost as bright as it did in the daytime. Groups of people streamed from casino to casino. The late shows had just gotten out, and women strode next to men, hanging onto their arms and smiling. Some of them might even got lucky. If I wasn’t about to spoil their evening.

My caravan of cars pulled over, causing a mass of drunkards to move to the other side of the road. The doors opened simultaneously, and I stepped out of the car. As I rose, I put my hat on like a cowboy, but today the white church wasn’t behind me.

Funny Guy jumped up on the hood of the middle car. He raised his tommy gun and shot it into the air.

I was ready. I watched the crowd draw back, as if they were the sea. My other men spread out, getting between the people on the street and any hope of escape they might have. More gunshots sounded. Women screamed. The people bunched together, as if en mass they might have more protection.

It only took me a minute to find the woman. Long, lean with shoulder-length fiery red hair and a green feather in her headband.

I strode forward, lackeys on either side of me. They shoved anyone that got too close. I kept my eyes on the woman. After a moment, the crowd went silent, and she turned, sensing my coming.

She smiled, as if she knew something I didn’t. Unfortunately for her, I knew something she didn’t. I pulled my pistol and raised it.

More screams. The woman parted her perfectly glossed lips and laughed.

I pulled the trigger.

Pain and shock twisted the woman’s features. Blood pooled on the fabric of her light green dress.

Everyone screamed.

She pressed her fingers to the wound, then looked at me.

“How?” she asked.

I leaned in close. “I know what you are.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but stumbled back.

Sirens wailed.

My men grabbed my arms, and a moment later, we were gone. My infamy written in blood forever.


It’s so nice not having a commitment to take this plot anywhere!

Here were the categories. Did I get them all?



10-The past

7-Door Knob

8-Good vs. evil

Here’s a link to all of the categories.

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Must include:


6-Side Character


13-Toenail Clippings

6-Humanity vs Nature

Okay guys, I’ve got the flu, so it could be worse, but it could be better.

Plus, I was super unhappy when Toe Nail Clippings came up. My hubby’s idea, and he insisted I include it. And, of course, it came up first thing. He’s going to laugh and laugh at me.

Remember, here’s the original post on Flash Fiction Friday!

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I watched as the man’s huge fist swung at Trey. He ducked, of course, grinned and then attacked his assailant with what could only be described as vigor.

The man’s lackeys were slowly circling behind me. I rolled my eyes, reached into my pocket and pulled out my stun gun. We needed them alive. I almost felt annoyed about that.

The first lackey, a tall woman brandishing a whip, approached. Just like Indiana Jones, I raised my gun and fired.

The sizzle of electricity jolted from the barrel, and the woman went down twitching. I took the other two out as well. By the time I was finished, Trey had their leader on the ground.

“Did you kill him?” I asked, keeping my eyes moving.

“Naw, just knocked him out.” Trey sniffed and glanced around. “You didn’t leave anymore for me, Sally?”

“Not this time, we’re in a hurry.”

“True.” Trey squat down and wiped his bloody knuckles on the man’s shirt. He then checked each and every pocket. A cell phone went flying over his shoulder. Pack of gum. Car keys. Chapstick. Finally, Trey drew out a small Ziploc bag. “Got it.”

I made a face.

Trey laughed. “What, they’re just toenail clippings.”

“And we just spent how many months tracking them down?”

“Too many.”

I made a face at the man as he shoved the baggie into his own pocket and moved to one of the goons I’d taken down. He once again squat.

“Time to get some information.”

It turned out that the goons didn’t know much, but they did know where they were supposed to meet their boss. We circled the block twice before parking. Thick fog made the surrounding warehouses dark, looming shapes that might pounce at any moment. I repressed a shiver as I buttoned my coat and followed Trey.

The warehouse indicated by the goons rose before us, just another dark shape in the shifting gloom, but it somehow seemed more menacing than the rest. A far away siren sounded, and something scraped the sidewalk from the direction we had come. I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans and stayed close to Trey, who didn’t even seem to notice.

When we got to the side door, Trey reached out and tried it. The latch didn’t budge. He looked over his shoulder and gave me the “You’re up,” look.

Locks. I could pick locks. I unsholdered my pack and reached inside. My fingers brushed against the correct bundle immediately. The familiar shape and texture of the tools brought me comfort, and as I drew them out my mind drew away from the fog, and what could be hiding within it, to the task at hand.

A quick inspection told me that it wasn’t a fancy lock. In fact, I was surprised that it was so old. Usually something like this would be an invitation for petty thieves and vandals to come inside and take whatever they wanted.

“Just open it,” Trey growled.

I sighed and set to work. Locks were like any other puzzle, once you understood the pattern, the rest was easy. It took me less than a minute before the latch clicked open.

Trey pulled me back—like I was going to go in there first anyway—and retrieved his gun from the holster under his arm. I shoved my tools into my pack and put it on.

I had expected darkness from beyond the door, but instead bright light streamed out through the crack, illuminating the fog around us and making everything else invisible.

Music accompanied the light, hitting me like a wave of heat. It sounded like jazz. Very metallic jazz. I winced as the volume increased when Trey slipped through the opening. I steeled myself and followed.

It took a minute for my eyes to adjust. Instead of a cavernous warehouse, a winter wonderland sat inside the space, complete with snow, ice sculptures, a skating pond and a twenty foot tall snowman. A gazebo lay beyond the snowman,  and housed the man we were looking for.

“Stay back,” Trey said.

I kept one eye on Jack Frost and nodded.

He wasn’t the Jack Frost, but he’d built a persona strong enough that people believed he was.

But I knew better.

“Frosty,” Trey said, slowly moving down the icy path toward the gazebo.

“Do I need more goons again?” Frosty asked. His handsome face and crystal blue eyes regarded us with amusement.

“You’re not going to need goons anymore,” Trey said.


“Really.” Trey reached into his pocket and pulled out the Ziploc bag. He let it dangle as it swung back and forth. “You’re done.”

It had been a long time since I’d seen Jack mad. He rose from his thrown of ice and stormed toward us.

“Uh-uh,” Trey said, backing up. He waggled a finger. “Stop right there or this little bag goes poof.” Trey pulled out a lighter and a flame danced to life.

“You think I’m afraid of a little fire?” Jack asked.

Now that Jack was sufficently distracted, I squat down and started drawing in the snow. It only took me a few seconds—I’d memorized the pattern long ago—and as Trey got thrown across the room, going right through the snowman, I put the single toe nail clipping in the center of the circle.

“Hey Jack,” I said as I stood.

His head whipped around, and he glared at me.

“Time to go home.”

His hand turned toward me, and his fingers glowed blue, but before he could let his spell go, I snapped my fingers.

One minute he was there, and the next he was gone. Replaced by a flurry of snowflakes that turned in a whirlwind and then slowly fell to the ground.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Trey struggled to his feet. “Next time can you do that before he throws me?”

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Feel free to join in the fun. Post your stories below! (Keep it clean, people, this is a PG-13 space.)

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Flash Fiction Friday

Here’s the gist:

Flash Fiction is a story that is 1,000 words or less.

I’m literally going to roll dice for each category below (the hubby is a big D&D guy, so we have plenty of dice) and then write a story attempting to incorporate each category.

Some will be great. Others will be horrible. The only editing I’m doing is a quick once-thru looking for erroneous errors. So don’t judge too harshly. And feel free to play along!















3-Not human



6-Side character


8-Someone in charge

9-Already dead

10-The fool



2-Another World

3-In the City

4-Dark Basement

5-The Holidays

6-On a ship

7-In a shop


9-A station

10-The past

Random Object

1-Hole Punch

2-Garlic Press

3-Security Blanket

4-Monkey Fist

5-Lawn Ornament


7-Door Knob

8-Christmas Kaleidoscope Projector

9-Tape measure



12-Cuckoo Clock

13-Toe Nail Clippings

14-P Key from keyboard


16-Sparkly Donation can w/boa

17-Shock Collar

18-Banana Slicer

19-Slipper-Left foot

20-An 8 track


1-Crime doesn’t pay

2-You are your own worst enemy

3-Coming of age

4-Overcoming the odds

5-Love conquers all

6-Humanity vs. nature

7-The individual vs. society

8-Good vs. evil









17-Circle of Life




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