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Birthday – by Hugh W. Roberts

“Happy 100^th Birthday, George. There’s no point hiding. I know you’re in here. Two cards for you. One’s from the Queen; not that she or anyone else knows who you are.”

Closing the door to the cellar, Muriel wondered how long it took for the smell of a decomposing body to disappear.

Choke -#writespiration #flashfiction

Published on Feb 26, 2017Dec 5, 2025 by Hugh W. Roberts45 Comments

Sacha Black challenges us to write something using the word ‘choke’ using just 52 words (no more, no less).

Choke – by Hugh W. Roberts

Olive Mackeson had died choking on a cheese and sweet pickle sandwich, shortly after pulling out the choke on the dashboard of her car, as her foot slipped off the clutch, forcing the car into the path of an oncoming truck.

Registration number of the car – K, one, one, L, M, E

Flutter – #writespiration

Published on Feb 7, 2017Dec 29, 2025 by Hugh W. Roberts67 Comments

Sacha Black challenges us to write a story, poem, prompt, or theme, using just 52 words (no more, no less). This week we have to include the following words –

Time, Juice, Stack, Pigeon

Look away now if you’re one of the faint-hearted. I bring you, Flutter.

Their time had come.
Poor things. The odds had been stacked against them. They had no chance, but revenge was sweet.
As the group of pigeons prepared to feast, the first sunset of this new world was spectacular.
Human juice would at last flow. The eyes were the first to be pecked.

Thank you to the great Alfred Hitchcock for getting me through this tough challenge. Yes, I know they are crows and not pigeons in the clip, but pigeons didn’t feature in the movie, The Bird.

Sheep

Published on Mar 8, 2016Dec 29, 2025 by Hugh W. Roberts100 Comments

Everyone else had gone. The remaining four looked out the window and watched as it crossed the road.

“Stay very quiet,” whispered Roland. “It won’t find us here, provided we remain quiet.”

Maureen started to shake.

They watched silently as the sheep walked to the front of the house.

“Move to the back of the house. We’ll make our escape from there,” ordered Roland.

Upon opening the back door, the last four human survivors knew this was their final day. In the field now in front of them stood one hundred man-eating sheep.

The tide had turned.

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