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Creative Writing · Fiction · Humor - Bellyful of laughter · Short Stories

Fiona’s Friends

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Which friends? Bob asked Fiona. He peered at her through his reading glasses with more concentration than normal.Aliens

Out in the country, their nearest neighbour was miles away.

Since her feverish bout, she has picked up queer habits, muttering to herself, getting into arguments with his mother, wandering off to the woods with a picnic basket and spouting nonsense thereafter.

The past few days were worse. She rambled in a silly fashion.

He shook his head sadly.  Mother was right. Fiona was losing her mind.

Such dampening thoughts made him decide to go for a walk.

He wandered deep into the woods, enjoying the quiet and peaceful sounds of nature, but today he felt as if eyes were watching him!

Ever so often, he turned sharply when he heard the crinkle of twigs.

Just when he chalked it down to his disturbed feelings, the crinkles grew louder and a smiling, odd looking alien tugged at his trouser leg.

Have you come to play with us Mr. Ford? It asked.

He yelped in fright and raced back home. He was utterly speechless.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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Creative Writing · Fiction · Humor - Bellyful of laughter · Short Stories · Writing

It’s Mating Season…

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Proud peacocks

”Don’t look! Just don’t even give that proud, shameless peacock a chance to flutter his feathers and show off some more.” Rita cautioned herself.

”He is just making an ass of himself, prancing around for all the younger hair-brained peahens that go cooing all over him.” She grumbled.

Marcel was a true debonair of a peacock.

He knew how to strut and display his stuff.

The dating and mating season was fast approaching and he just has to attract the best of the peafowls as much as he could.

”What’s with Rita and her forbidding looks?” He clucked to himself.

”She is just being a goose and giving me the bad eye.” He muttered as he admired his brilliant feathers.

”I better get away from her sight to more appreciating admirers”, he trots off in the direction of the clucking, cackling and sighing impressionable peahens.

…and still Rita followed from a distant pace, her disdain dripping from every not so bright feather.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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Creative Writing · Fiction · Love · Short Stories

The Red Head and Her clunker….

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Clunker

What! Pierre held from cursing himself blue in the face.

His bicycle was bent out of shape by the colourful clunker belonging to his new neighbour.

It was time to have a word with her.

He was intrigued more than he admitted. For reasons unidentified, her humming as she carried pots and bouquets of flowers back and forth got under his skin.

Endless aroma of baked goods which wafted constantly through her open french windows did not help matters.

In the evenings, her tinkering with pots and pans and sound of music floated up to his apartment. He deliberately left his window open to hear her, telling himself that it was for the fresh air.

She opened her door at the very first rap.

Her sunny smile showed perfectly capped teeth, unruly red locks tumbled over freckled shoulders and shiny hazel eyes that crinkled with mischief gazed up at him.

As he calibrated his thoughts to reprimand mode…

“Would you like some freshly baked brownies and coffee?” Offered her fruity voice.

An argument, he has just lost.

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Creative Writing · Fiction · Short story

Out of The Deep…a short story

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Statue

He wanted to nestle in the snug, cocoon of floating senselessness, the insistent voice wouldn’t let him be.

It kept pulling at him; nudging him back from sinking into the deep abyss which beckoned with it’s twinkle of light that beamed at the end.

The nagging voice grew stronger and stronger and his unconscious state was reluctantly dragged to the fore.

His struggle to rise was weighed down by heaviness. Beeps of machines, his mothers anxious voice and the drone of uniformed voices brought it all rushing back.

He remembered. That single minute of distraction checking his tweets; the tumultuous collision, rushing pain and weightlessness.

He remembered floating through the sea of pain, the sweet calming voice of the fair lady who came to his rescue and cradled his head.

He wondered why one of the Saints his mother honoured daily had cradled his head?

He stopped believing those things for a long time, but humored his mother when she dragged him along.

Now he didn’t know what to believe. All he knew was that somehow, she had saved him.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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Creative Writing · Fiction · Short story

Love In A Hopeless Place….a short story

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The scented candles are down to a nub. His favorite casserole is cold and the soufflé has fallen flat.

She looks at the phone for the umpteenth time. Not a buzz. As the minutes tick slowly, the wait becomes unbearable. She knows that it would be another no-show. Another empty promise broken, another lie told and a birthday ruined.

She feels angry frustration for falling in love in a hopeless place. He has been stringing her along all these past year with his sweet tongue.

If she is honest to herself, she knows that he is a consummate liar.

He claims not be in love with his Missus any longer yet Fiorina’s recent findings is that Missus is heavy with the 3rd child.

Enough! I am worth more than this! Emptying the wine glass, she adjusts the zip of the gorgeous red evening gown; a gift from him.

NO more! She said as she slashed it into jagged strips!

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Fiction · Short story

Her Tiger Butterfly… a short story

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Intense look from his eyes caused Brigitte to peek over her shoulders. No one there, except the wall.

“The gentleman from the symposium.” “Of course, it couldn’t be me that he is admiring.”  “No one notices wallflowers or do they?”

Mama despairs that she would be left on the shelf.

”Don’t slouch Brigitte!” ”Wear a smile, you shouldn’t scowl so much!”

Auntie Agatha tut-tutted at her bumbling attempts at playing the piano, violin or knitting.

”Don’t frighten off possibilities with too much knowledge of tomes, ruins, horses and butterflies.”
”Men do not appreciate too much intelligence her sage counsel.”

Tired of no dance, a breath of fresh air is required. A flitting moth of unusual colour catches her eyes and she ventures to discover; new addition to my glossary she thinks.

Over voluminous skirts she trips into the Rose bush.

Strong arms encircle to help her up as she mouths her thanks into intense gray eyes.

Unwittingly, she has captured her own Tiger butterfly.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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Creative Writing · Fiction · Short story · Weave that Dream

It’s just the beginining…a Short Story

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The Sun sets, leaving wisps of orange and lavender ribbons across the blue tinted sky.

Anastasia leans on the rail of the promenade deck of the cruise-liner, her soft floral dress blowing in the breeze. Alastair’s muscular arms wrap around her, sharing his warmth in the gentle breeze.

It’s a beautiful day. Their wedding day.

A clear Autumn sky without a gloomy cloud in sight. The aisle and pews decorated with hues of Autumn, in orange gold, red and faded green; her best season of all.

She felt like a fairy princess floating down the aisle to a wedding march of soft tinkle of waterfall and chirping sounds of birds, accompanied by the choristers well modulated sweet rendition of their song. The wedding party was sublime. Everything! Picture perfect!

As the ocean-liner cuts through the waters to a blissful honeymoon, Alastair nuzzles and plants a soft kiss behind her ears. She wants the moments to last forever.

This is just the beginning of their new life.

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Creative Writing · Fiction · Short Stories

Hiding…..a Short story

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Patting the blonde wig, she stares at her face in the gaudy mirror.

This would be her last night, yet she feels uneasy. Is it the anticipated move? Maybe! She thinks.

She is tired of moving. From one horse-shoe town to the next. One harshly lit stage to the other. How many wigs? How many stages? How many towns? How many names? She had lost count! Sometimes, her days start as Rita and ends as Melinda, or Mirabelle, Belinda, Katerina, Chloe and even Zoe!

Young Luc now asks questions.

“This will be the last time my love, she promises.” Finally, she has enough money to start allover in a sleepy town, with a new identity and new things away from stage lights.

The introductory act wraps up. Her cue is next.

Her crooning voice belts out heartrending tunes of a broken heart. The crowd soaks it in.

Her eyes wander nonchalantly across faces. His sizzling gaze hits her. Her pitch warbles to a halt!

Staring in wide-eyed disbelief, like a deer caught in bright lights, its her Nemesis and his goons.

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In response to prompt photo from The Storytellers Abode for Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers. Thank you Etol and Priceless Joy for providing this platform.

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Creative Writing · Family · Fiction · Inspiration - Motivation · Short story

To Chase A Dream… a short story

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Boat

For quite a while, she stands at the breezy quay watching the boat weave its way gradually away from the shores; every watery mile creates more distance between them.

The aquamarine gray water is calm and the weather quite pleasant, but, Madeline’s thoughts are far from calm.

She is not so sure that her decision to send him away is the right one and even as the white stern of the Wayfarer moves beyond swimming reach, she feels a powerful urge to call him back.

Her boy’s waving hands are now a speck in the far distance (in her motherly mind, he is still her little lad who clutched onto her for guidance).

She wants so much for him. A brighter future she sees in his tomorrow and their small fishing town is nowhere to chase his dreams.

Her hope is that under the Maestro’s tutelage, he would rise to his true potentials like his late Papa.

With a heavy sigh and a whispered prayer, she trudges up the stony pavement back to her cottage.

It will be a lonely time she thinks to herself.

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In response to prompt photo from The Storytellers Abode for Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers. Thank you Louise and Priceless Joy for providing this platform.

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Creative Writing · Fiction · Short story

An Artist for Nobility….

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An artist for nobility

Desire to paint was compelling. She couldn’t stop even when there was hardly any coins left to purchase supplies. Grocery change finagled to buy a paint or two.

Thoughts flowing from fingertips onto the easel with boundless verve, leaving people in awe of the elemental depths of her works.

Mama had urged her over and over to focus on a sensible trade. To pull her head out of painted clouds.

Mama’s fear, was that she would end up a penniless and hungry artist, if she had nothing else to do.

To please Mama, she had learnt a sensible trade. A governess to spoilt brats and dabbling in her painting away from prying eyes.

“If only Mama could see me now!” Georgiana fervently wished for a moment.

Her works had won the National Art entry and gained public acclaim!

….And here she is on the palace grounds, painting her ladyships gardens. Appointment notes chock full with sittings for portraits and the likes!

Who would have thought! I Georgiana, the daughter of a green-grocer, would be an artist for nobility!

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

In response to the photo prompt from Graham Lawrence for Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers.

Thank you to Priceless Joy for providing this challenge platform.