Flash Fiction: White

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PHOTO PROMPT © Penny Gadd for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here.


White walls… Sort of represents my creativity at the moment. Not even a smudge or child’s drawing to leap a story from. The plant resembles a spider, but the muse continues to sleep. Wake up! A killer spider plant, you can do this. The little voice in my head says, “piss off, you’re stupid”.

The old books might be enticing if I could read their spines. A white basket – there’s that colour again, against the matching wall and bookcase. Inspiration dead…

“Hey Tannille, let’s go work on the novel.”

Oh so now you play Muse, when the flash is over?


  1. I watch it for hours, its green tentacles a stark contrast against a clinically white wall. Those creepy appendages hang motionless, waiting for me to look away. Does the beast have a name, and what does it eat?

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  2. Excellent take on the missing muse that we all experience.
    I am still trying to figure out where to go – by avoiding killer plants, so for the second week in a row, I am reading other stories first!

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