#FridayFictioneers ‘Overlook Hotel’ #FlashFiction

Time again for a new episode of Friday Fictioneers featuring our indomitable heroine, Alice Pendragon, her best friend, Billy, and her parents Kevin and Marsha. This story takes us back to Alice’s early teen years, before her father disappeared.

Thank you Rochelle at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple for this week’s prompt for hosting this fabulous weekly flash fiction challenge. Thank you © Dale Rogerson for this week’s snowy photo prompt.

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson.

Overlook Hotel

Marsha turned from the jammed door. ‘We’re snowed in.’

Billy’s lips curled and Alice grabbed his hand. ‘Let’s turn the lights out, sit around the fireplace and tell ghost stories.’

Kevin shook his head and Marsha aimed the remote control. ‘What about a movie while I prepare dinner?’

Alice tugged her arm. ‘Stay mum. Tell us one of granny’s stories.’

‘I’m starving, darling.’ said Kevin.

‘Let’s have campfire baked potatoes and pretend we’re trapped in…’

‘Let me guess,’ sighed Kevin. ‘Castle Dracula?’

‘I was thinking of Overlook Hotel, actually, daddy.’

Marsha gasped. Kevin stared back blankly and Alice hoped he wouldn’t Google it, or she’d be grounded again.


Creative and cheeky Alice, always a step ahead of Kevin!

The picture prompt reminded me of Steven King’s, The Shining, a fabulous book and movie, which fortunately for Alice, Kevin hasn’t read or seen!


All my ‘Alice’ flash fiction stories, written for the Friday Fictioneers Challenge, can be read as standalones, but if you’d like to read previous stories of Alice’s adventures, here they are!

#Writespiration #52Words in 52 Weeks @Sacha_Black ‘Who Called?’ #FlashFiction

This flash was written in response to Sacha Black’s challenge to write a 52-word flash based on her weekly prompt. 

This week’s prompt is to write about a character who is terrified Isn’t it amazing what can be done with just 52 words? Why not join in?

Who Called?

A gush of chilled fog pushed open the sliding door.

The dark shadow morphed into a cloaked figure.

You sent for me?” The voice was a hollow echo.

I shook my head fiercely.

He smiled, blood dripping from his fangs.

“Then who?” he asked looking around the compartment at the sleeping passengers.


Was that chilling enough for you?