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Guilty or Innocent Part – 15

The following was written for a challenge called #SixSentenceStoryover at Denise’s. This week’s prompt word is “Thumb”.
My story is ongoing and I began writing it on March 18th. It is about a boy by the name of Pete Patterson. During a random locker check a bag of pot was found in Pete’s locker. If you’d like to read this from the beginning, it starts here.

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While Jane waited for Emma to arrive at the coffee shop, she had a feeling that Emma would shed some light on this dilemma but couldn’t quite put her thumb on what exactly it would be.

Emma arrived, said hi to Jane, sat down, and ordered a tea.

Jane started the conversation getting right to the point, no need to pussyfoot around. “Do you have any idea why Principal Taylor is beating around the bush and needs to have your permission to discuss anything further with us?”

“Jane, I’ll be quite honest with you, over the last few years, Sam has been having behavioral problems and has just started therapy so that is the reason Mr. Taylor feels he needs permission from us to talk to you. I’m pretty sure it was Sam that planted the baggie of leaves in Pete’s locker, but he refuses to take responsibility for it.”

Continue on? I’ll let your guys decide.

 

 

Terrified – Flash Fiction

The following was written for this week’s Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch.

In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story deep waters. It can be literal or metaphorical. Think of a place and person and situation. Explore. Bathe. Renew. Go where the prompt leads!

June 11 Flash Fiction

The waves that day were perfect for bodysurfing.

I headed into deeper water where the waves were forming so I could ride one back into shore. What I didn’t realize was that the undertow was quite strong and just as the wave was breaking, down under the water I went. The undertow literally dragged me across the bottom of the sea, my body feeling the gritty sand scratching and stinging my skin. I could feel the weight of the sand filling my suit. Finally surfacing disoriented, opening my eyes I saw I was at the shoreline, and stood up.

© Susan Zutautas 2020

Snowy Summer’s Day – Flash Fiction

The following flash fiction was written for this week’s challenge over atCarrot Ranch.

In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story using two words that contradict. Examples include champagne and hard-rock; rosemary and sewage; duck down and firecrackers; sleep and square-dancing. Use one of these or make up your own. Go where the prompt leads!

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Image by Carolyn Skipper from Pixabay 

It was June, Meg and Ian had just moved into their first home. Ian was outside exploring when the wind picked up. “Meg come outside; you have to see this.”

Meg was in the kitchen busily unpacking boxes and welcomed the break.

Walking out into the yard Meg saw exactly why Ian had called her out. On the ground laid hundreds of tiny white flowers carpeting the pathway to the side yard. Just as Meg was about to say something hundreds more floated down from above.

“Oh, Ian how beautiful, it looks like we have a few Dogwood trees.”

 

© Susan Zutautas 2020

Guilty or Innocent – Part Ten

The following was written in response to a blog hop called Six Sentence Story over at Denise’s. This week’s prompt word: “Eternal”.

 

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Image by elizabethaferry from Pixabay

It was now Tuesday afternoon and outside Taylor’s office sat Pete with his parents. Pete somewhat felt better having his dad with him, fantasizing that he was his eternal secret weapon.

Taylor finally emerged out of his office at 4pm, “Sorry folks, I was on a conference call, please come in and have a seat, this won’t take very long.” After everyone was seated Taylor started off saying, “I had the pot in question tested over the weekend … (Pete’s dad thinking … ya, right, you probably tried to smoke it yourself) and just now got the results back.”

Pete’s dad was becoming impatient by this point (he knew Taylor from his own high school days and found him quite irritating) and spoke up, “Spit it out, what were the results of the test?”

“Now, now don’t get upset George, I’ll get to that, but first I wanted to let you know that I did talk to Sam and his parents this morning, and Sam has no idea what I was talking about.”

To be continued …

My story is ongoing and I began writing it on March 18th. It is about a boy by the name of Pete Patterson. During a random locker check a bag of pot was found in Pete’s locker. If you’d like to read this from the beginning, it starts here.

Scared to Death – Flash Fiction

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Lounging by the pool Kate looked up towards her window and was panic-stricken. A billow of black smoke was erupting. Then it hit her, she had left candles burning. “Oh my God”, she yelled. A neighbor grabbed Kate from running towards the fire.

“My mother is going to kill me, what am I going to do?” Petrified, Kate started to hyperventilate.

“Try to calm down, Kate,” her neighbor said while taking Kate to her place.

After a few shots of whiskey and a cold shower, Kate was still scared to death and kept saying, “She’s going to kill me!”

© Susan Zutautas 2020

Written for May 14th Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch.

Guilty or Innocent – Part Nine

The following was written in response to a blog hop called Six Sentence Story over at Denise’s. This week’s prompt word: “Watch”.

 

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Looking at his watch while tapping it, Principal Taylor said, “The wife and I are heading to the cottage in an hour so how about we pick this up on Tuesday around three-thirty. That will give me time to question Sam and speak to his parents.”

Pete felt a little at ease as this would give him three days before Sam would more likely kick the crap out of him. Maybe he would be able to come up with some sort of plan to avoid a beating.

Pete’s mom stood up and said, “Yes that will be fine and I’m sure that my husband will return with us on Tuesday. Come on Pete, grab your bag and let’s go.”

To be continued …

My story is ongoing and I began writing it on March 18th. It is about a boy by the name of Pete Patterson. During a random locker check a bag of pot was found in Pete’s locker. If you’d like to read this from the beginning, it starts here.

Human or Alien

The following was written in response to Sandman’s Writing Challenge.

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Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay 

Iain Bates has been murdered. Again.

“Tell me, Joe, why won’t this guy die?”

“I have a thought,” said Anna.

“Ya, and what’s that?”

“Maybe the guy isn’t human, maybe he’s an alien or something.”

“I suppose that’s possible, hell at this point anything is possible.”

“So how do you propose we get this guy? I mean if he won’t die, why not capture him in say … a cage?”

“You know Anna, that might just work. Then we can try to question him to see where he’s from and so on.”

Anna stood up from the meeting and said, “Okay boys let’s go and capture this man before he does any more harm.”

Guilty or Innocent – Eight

This is part of an ongoing story about a boy who gets caught with pot in his locker and swears that it doesn't belong to him.

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Diving Board – Flash Fiction

The following flash fiction was written for a challenge over at Carrot Ranch.
In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that features longboards. They can be used in any way you imagine, including a name for sporting equipment. How are they used and who is using them? Go where the prompt leads!

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Joe had butterflies in his stomach long before his alarm clock went off. Today he’d be diving in a state competition. Scouts from well-known universities would be there and Joe was hoping for a scholarship.

Climbing the high dive ladder a wave of total confidence came over him.

The first dive was a backward dive. He sprung on the board once then twice, then it snapped startling him, but he carried through like a pro leaving the snapped board behind.  Three scores from the judges were all 9.5. Joe and his team were ecstatic!

Joe was offered a scholarship.

 

©Susan Zutautas 2020

Finally Relief – Flash Fiction

The following was written in response to a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch.

In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes tapping. You can play with the sound, make it an action, or create something unexpected. Tap a story and go where the prompt leads!

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Cathy not feeling that great the last three months suffered from severe anxiety and depression. Every medication she tried wasn’t working. Tired of living on the dark side of life she started to research different methods that may help. Willing to try anything to make herself feel like normal again.

Finding something called EFT Tapping piqued her interest. Acupressure along with tapping your fingers on meridian points while talking about certain memories claimed this would help. Also effective for PTSD.

Cathy made an appointment to try this and the end result was no medication, anxiety gone, and depression subsided.

© Susan Zutautas 2020

 

For more information on EFT Tapping please click here.