Short Story Sunday 248: Overflow [Flash Fiction]

Short Story: "Overflow" | Flash Fiction | Creative Writing | RachelPoli.com

Water dripped from the ceiling in the basement. Harry looked up from his book, comfortable in his new armchair, noticing the water. A bright flash of lighting shone through the small window and was followed by the loudest boom of thunder that seemed to shake the whole house. He closed his book and stared at the small dark spot on the ceiling.

He could understand if he were upstairs and the rainwater was seeping through the ceiling. However, the living room was above the basement. Unless the ceiling upstairs collapsed from the storm, there shouldn’t be any leak into the basement.

“I’ll be right back.” Harry said as he put his book to the side and pushed himself up from his chair.

No one answered him. In fact, he was the only one home. Both his dog and cat, however, were hiding underneath the couch in the basement from the storm. Harry enjoyed being upstairs during storms like this one so he could watch the rain at the window. He felt bad for the dog and cat though and thought to stay down with them. He spoke once in a while to comfort them and let them know he was there. The dog always hid, but the cat never did. That’s how he knew it was a bad storm.

Harry trekked up the stairs to check out the mysterious leak into the basement. His first thought was to head into the living room. He was pretty sure that room was above the basement. When he entered the living room, however, there was nothing out of the ordinary.

At least, not that he could tell.

Harry looked up at the ceiling, but that was dry. He took his shoe off and rubbed his sock over various places on the carpet, but no water soaked his foot. Of course, it wasn’t until he turned around that he noticed the problem.

The bathtub water was on, the water spilling over the sides of the tub. The bathroom was flooded and a steady stream was making its way to under the couch in the living room. Harry wasn’t quite sure how that worked out. He also wasn’t sure how he missed something so obvious.

He took off his socks – wearing wet socks was a terrible feeling – and dashed into the bathroom. He shut off the water and unplugged the drain immediately. Bubbles formed near the drain at the amount of water trying to get sucked down. It gurgled, making awful sounds. Harry groaned at the mess he’d made.

He rubbed the back of his neck embarrassed, even though there was no one else around him. He remembered now – he was going to take a bath when he saw the first crack of lighting followed by a subtle boom of thunder. He didn’t want to be sitting in a pool of water with a storm on the way.

So, he had taken his book and decided to sit downstairs. Apparently, he had never turned the water off.

Harry looked at his watch. The water had been running for a good 45 minutes. He felt like such an old man. How was this something he forget?

He reached into the bathroom closet and tossed a couple towels on the ground. He had a lot of cleaning up to do before his wife and kids got home.

Words: 560

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Time To Write: Sky [Creative Writing Prompt]

Last week’s writing prompt was a random words. This week’s writing prompt is:

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Write a story using the three words listed above.

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Short Story Sunday 247: Half Moon [Flash Fiction]

Short Story: "Half Moon" | Flash Fiction | Creative Writing | RachelPoli.com

“Don’t you think it looks like a fingernail?” Daisy broke the silence. She rested both hands on her stomach, her head resting on Cody’s stomach. Their bodies lay as a perfect 90-degree angle from one another.

Cody cracked a smile but shook his head. “I bring you out here to look at the stars. You know, trying to be romantic and all that. Then you have to point out to me that the moon looks like a fingernail?”

“But it does, doesn’t it?”

Cody sighed. He tilted his head to view at a different angle, the grass behind his head tickling his ears. He moved his arm up to scratch it, but Daisy reached over her head and snatched his wrist. She brought it back down and hugged it close to her like a teddy bear.

“Why do you want me to think the moon looks like a fingernail so much?” Cody asked. He let her have his right hand. He lifted his left arm and finally scratched behind his ear.

Daisy’s shoulders moved up in a tight shrug. “I don’t know. It was the first thing that popped in my head.”

“How about you take a look at the stars? I thought you enjoyed the constellations.” Cody suggested.

“I do,”

“Then–”

“But the moon is the brightest.”

Cody gave a slight nod even though she couldn’t see him. It was true, the moon, even skinny like a fingernail, was the brightest thing in the sky at the moment. He had to admit even he was having a hard time seeing the stars. He thought that might have been because he left his glasses in his truck, though.

He rested his arm behind his head and lifted up his left leg so his knee was in the air. He was careful not to disturb Daisy. His stomach was beginning to ache from the weight of her head, but he wasn’t about to push her off.

They were silent. There was nothing but the crickets chirping around them, a light breeze rustling in the trees. Daisy especially loved listening to Cody’s heartbeat as his chest moved her head up and down in rhythm to his breathing. Cody drew in deep breaths in time with the wind as Daisy’s perfume would make its way over to him.

“Hey, did you see that?” Daisy broke the silence once again.

“See what?” Cody asked tilting his gaze to look up at the sky.

“There was a shooting star. You missed it.”

“Oh,” Cody swallowed. “Well, you can make a wish at least. Is that what you’re supposed to do when you see a shooting star?”

Daisy chuckled. “Yeah, but I don’t need to make a wish.”

Cody raised an eyebrow. “You don’t?”

“I don’t,” Daisy repeated. She lifted her left hand and smiled at her new ring glinting in the moonlight.

Cody took her hand now in his. He kissed the back of her palm.

They fell silent again.

Words: 496

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Time To Write: Random Words 13 [Creative Writing Prompt]

Last week’s writing prompt was a sentence starter. Check out some pieces from fellow writers:

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Write a story using the three words listed above.

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Short Story Sunday 246: Don’t Worry [Flash Fiction]

Short Story: "Don't Worry" | Flash Fiction | Creative Writing | RachelPoli.com

“Don’t worry about me. I got this.” Ryan said dismissing his friend with a careless wave of his hand. He walked over to the front doors of the building and stared upward at them. They sure were tall. The glass was shining so bright from the sunlight too. Yet, they couldn’t see inside. He assumed the doors were a two-way mirror, which was pretty impressive. If they made it out of this alive, he was certainly going to invest in two-way mirror everything.

Monica stood a couple feet behind him. Her arms were folded across her chest tightly. The wind was sending a chill down her spine, though she had a feeling the chill wasn’t just from the cold air. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Of course!” Ryan boasted. He put his hands on his hips and continued to stare at the doors. How was he supposed to get in, now?

“Then why are you just standing there?”

“Monica, why don’t you just stay quiet so I can think?” Ryan asked in as nice a tone as he could. “I need to concentrate. Make sure you keep a good look out.”

“A good look out?” Monica gasped. “Ryan, I don’t think this is such a good idea…”

Ryan sighed. He rolled his eyes to himself but when he turned around he had a wide grin on his face. He walked over to his friend and placed his hands gently on her shoulders. “Don’t worry, okay? We’ll be fine; I know what I’m doing.”

“You don’t seem like you do.” Monica muttered bowing her head.

Ryan’s face flat lined. “Yeah, fair enough… but it’s not like I’ve ever done this before.”

Monica looked him in the eye. “Let’s forget it. I want to go home. This was a bad idea.”

“No, the reason we’re here was because of a bad idea.” Ryan countered.

Monica’s bottom lip jetted out and began to quiver.  Ryan’s eyes grew wide.

“No, no! That’s not what I meant! It was great, wonderful – fantastic even! I just meant we should have been a little more careful.” Ryan wrapped his arms around her shoulders and put her head on his shoulder. He sighed. “Why did we have to do it on a Sunday when all the stores close early?”

Monica sniffled. “Maybe we’ll just have to wait and see what happens…”

“No, we can’t do that.” Ryan said shaking his head. “We’ll both be in huge trouble and so will the…” his voice faded as he realized what he was about to say. How could he have gotten himself into such a situation?

“Maybe nothing happened?” Monica said quietly. She lifted her head to look at him and she shrugged hopeful.

“What if something did happen?” Ryan commented. He let go of Monica and walked over to the doors again. “No, I have to get in there somehow… I think Plan B only works within the first 24 hours afterward.”

“You know,”

Ryan jumped at the unfamiliar voice. He turned around and Monica was backing toward him. It was a police officer. Of course it was.

“There’s a 24-hour convenience store a couple miles down the road that carries the same stuff. If you are in trouble, I’d suggest not robbing a store to get yourself into bigger trouble.” He said. He stared Ryan and Monica down, but his expression was gentle and his tone was calm.

“Oh.” Ryan deadpanned. He let out a chuckle looking at Monica who was glaring at him. “What? This is my go-to store.”

Ryan took Monica’s hand in his and began to walk her away toward his car in the parking lot. He smiled politely at the officer as they past him. “Thank you, sir. Uh, sorry for the trouble.”

The officer cracked a smile in return. “Good luck.”

As they were power-walking away, Monica asked Ryan through gritted teeth, “How did you not see the police car on the other side of the road?”

“Me?” Ryan scoffed. “You were the lookout.”

Words: 674

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Time To Write: Sentence Starter 42 [Creative Writing Prompt]

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Begin a story with the sentence above.

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Short Story Sunday 245: Sound

Short Story: "Sound" | Creative Writing | Flash Fiction | RachelPoli.com

He was tapping his fingers along the kitchen counter. She was sitting at the kitchen table tapping away on her laptop. Chloe was sitting in the other room trying to read a book. While she was able to focus on her reading with a little noise in the background, even through people having a conversation, she preferred to read in silence. It was a little hard to read when you had a couple of roommates. Her bedroom was being painted so she wasn’t able to barricade herself and be alone.

She could hear the various tapping from the living room and even though it wasn’t that loud, it was beginning to get right through her head. Lana was working on some homework, or so Chloe thought. There was no way Lana was able to type an essay that fast. Not with her attention span at least. Chandler was most likely sitting on the kitchen counter eating and drumming his fingers along the granite in satisfaction. He always boasted about what great food he made – it didn’t matter if he roasted a turkey or made a cheese sandwich.

Chloe curled up closer to the side of the couch. She brought her knees up to her chest and rested the book against them like a lap desk. She cleared her throat trying to bring her mind back to the book and not the annoying tapping sounds coming from the other end of the room.

But then Chandler came into the living room. He sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. Chloe glanced at the news and then glared at Chandler.

“Do you mind? You have a TV in your room. I can’t go into my bedroom.” Chloe said trying not to sound rude.

Chandler looked at her and noticed the book. “Oh, sorry.” He turned off the TV. “But I’m a little full. Do you mind if I sit here for a minute?”

“Sure,” Chloe shrugged and looked back at her book.

There was a crunching sound. Chloe was jolted out of her reading again. She looked at Chandler who had a bag of chips. The bag crinkled loudly as he reached his hand before a loud crunch as he popped a couple chips in his mouth chewing loudly with his mouth open.

Chloe groaned. “I thought you were full?”

“One can never be too full for chips.” Chandler laughed.

Chloe sighed. “You know what? You can watch TV.” She stood up and headed for the front door.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“To my car,” Chloe left the house. She sat in her car in the driveway rolling down the window just a crack. She leaned the driver’s seat back and sighed happily. Now all she could hear were birds chirping. She didn’t mind though. It was a pleasant sound.

Words: 473

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Time To Write: Picture Prompt 24 [Creative Writing Prompt]

Last week’s writing prompt was a general prompt. Check out some pieces from fellow writers:

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Write a story based on the picture above.

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Short Story Sunday 244: Jacket

Short Story: "Jacket" | Flash Fiction | Creative Writing | Blogging | RachelPoli.com

“It’s cold, get your jacket.” Adam said. He threw on his own jacket, zipping it all the way up to his neck.

Ryan looked down at his body. “I’m in a sweatshirt, I’m fine.”

“It’s cold. Get a jacket.” Adam said more stern this time. He shoved his hands into his pockets and stood in front of the door.

Ryan sighed. It was obvious neither one of them were leaving until he got a jacket. “Dude, we’re guys. We don’t get cold.”

“We still get sick though.” Adam replied quickly.

“I won’t get sick though.” Ryan countered.

“You don’t know that.”

“I do know that. I was just sick last week. I’m done for a while.”

“All the more reason for you to get a jacket.”

Ryan groaned pinching the bridge of his nose. “No, I already had a cold. All the bad germs are out of my body now.”

“You don’t know if all of them are out of your body. There may still be some bad germs lingering and you could get sick again.” Adam continued to protest.

Ryan stared at his friend with a deadpan expression. “Adam, I’m fine. Let’s go.”

“Do you want to know why you got sick in the first place?” Adam asked.

Ryan rolled his eyes. “No, I don’t.”

“It’s because you didn’t wear a jacket.”

Ryan let out an annoyed howl. He turned around and stomped over to the closet. He pulled out his coat and threw it on. He turned back around and stretched his arms out to the side showcasing his coat to Adam. “Are you happy now?”

Adam remained silent staring at his friend expectantly.

Ryan looked down. He rolled his eyes realizing why Adam wasn’t satisfied. He zipped up then looked back up at Adam again, who smiled.

Adam opened the front door and stepped to the side. “After you.”

“I hate you.” Ryan muttered stomping out of the house.

“Great, you can drive.” Adam replied happily.

Words: 329

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Time To Write: A Wrapped Present [Creative Writing Prompt]

Last week’s writing prompt was a set the scene. Check out some pieces from fellow writers:

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Write a story based on the prompt above.

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