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Ivanka’s Land: #Fiction #FFAW

Ivanka’s Land

The bus trundles down the countryside, as the mist cloaks itself against the picket fences, partially blurring the view of the ruins and that one odd cottage that stands graciously, in the middle of nowhere.

“Stop, please. I need to get off here,” hollers Ivanka from her bus seat.

“Here?” says the bus driver bringing the bus to a screeching halt.

“You got to be kidding me, Señorita. That’s an abandoned land. Nobody dares go there. Ghouls and banshees roam around freely, preying on human blood,” he says with a morbid expression.

Ivanka lets out a raucous laugh.

“Please, don’t give me that gob-shit. That land belongs to my fore-fathers and I’m the current heir. I’m here to reclaim my rights.”

“I beg you not to. You won’t return alive,” pitches in an old gentleman with a receding hairline.

Ivanka’s bloodshot eyes bore through his heart, as a blazing flame reduces him to ashes. The bus crashes into the picket fence, bursting into a lethal conflagration. 

Ivanka let’s out a sinister, ghoulish laugh!

Photo Credit: Jodi McKinney

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Total Word Count: 174

 

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Linking this post to Priceless Joy’s, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story or poem in around 100 – 175 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thank you Priceless Joy, for this lovely prompt. For more information visit here.

To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit here.

 

 

36 thoughts on “Ivanka’s Land: #Fiction #FFAW

    • Natasha says:

      That was the idea, Sunita. Since it was the featured photo that appears at the top of the story and if I had put up a scary one, it would have given away the story. Right? 🙂

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