Weekly Writing Challenge: Flash fiction

I’ve never written flash fiction before. But there’s always the first time. Remember, nothing of this has happened. At least not about the postcard. That’s all made up.


Postcard from Duran Duran

It’s year 2011. I’ve just got a concert ticket to see my favourite band Duran Duran. I’ve never been into big crowds so I’ve never been to a real concert before. But now I’ve decided to go. It’s not everyday your band is coming to your country.

It’s about 2 months to the concert but then something happens. The singer has a throat infection and a few concerts need to be cancelled. What will happen to the concert in my country? It doesn’t look good. The bands Facebook page is keeping the fans updated. More concerts are being cancelled. It really doesn’t look good. If the whole tour is in danger then my first ever concert won’t happen. There is some hope but the lead vocalist’s doctor has said he still need to rest his voice. A singer’s worst nightmare is loosing his/her voice for good. The fans really don’t want that to happen. Me included. If the tour will be cancelled, there’s nothing to be done. There’s still hope. The concert organisers in my country has said people should hold on to their tickets.

A few weeks later the news that the tour in cancelled has become reality. I feel disappointed but it’s for the better. Who knows, maybe one day the band will come here on their new tour. I continued with my life like usual.

A month later something drops in my mail box. There’s an envelope with a stamp with Queen Elisabeth on it. I don’t know anyone from the UK so it must be something important. I open the envelope and in it there’s a postcard with a picture of the band. I have to sit down to read it. A wide smile appear on my face and my eyes light up.

It’s a postcard from none other than Duran Duran. They apologise to me personally and promise to make it up for the fans somehow. I know it’s probably from the HQ but still. The autographs from all the members are real because they’re written with a pen. There’s also a PS. in the end of the postcard. They would send me a surprise later. Even getting a postcard from the band was absolutely amazing. I was forever grateful.

When the father is more interesting than the son

Not talking about real life. Gee, what do you take me for 😉

Talking about Thranduil and Legolas in The Hobbit. Somewhere in a forum, someone mentioned that Thranduil is prettier than Legolas. It got me an idea to this short story. It was late at night so forgive me if it’s awful.


Legolas found himself a girlfriend. She was no elf but close enough. She was beautiful and had pointy ears. The difference was she were mortal. She came from a far. No one was sure where. But Legolas loved her. The problem was though, it seemed she wasn’t really into him. She was kind and showed affection to him but somehow he felt she didn’t feel the same. When he asked her, she just said. “I care for you” But that was it.
Legolas thought, maybe she will love him in time. Days and weeks went by but nothing changed. She still “only cared for him” He was getting worried. Was she never gonna feel the same about him? He asked her again but she still said the same. Now he was really getting upset. What should he do? He knew he couldn’t make her fall in love with him. He couldn’t talk to anyone about his problem. Not even with his father Thranduil. All he seemed to care about was his kingdom and getting the jewels back from the dwarfs.

Three weeks later, Legolas was sitting with her outside the gates of the kingdom. She only looked out to the forest. The sun was about to go down. He looked at her, wondering what she was thinking. Lately she had been quiet. She probably didn’t want a conflict of any sort. He knew she would only get upset if he kept asking her questions. But he couldn’t stay silent any longer. He would probably lose her after this.
“You’ve been here over a month and still you only tell me you care for me. Are you ever gonna tell me anything else?” He said but she didn’t look at him
He stood up and got in front of her so the sunset were behind him, casting a shadow over her face. She looked up and smiled but didn’t say anything. Legolas was usually a calm elf but now he was getting frustrated. He was about to slap her cheek when he hears his father’s voice behind them.
“Legolas”
He took his hand down and looked at his father, who looked upset.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
She stood up and turned around. A smile appeared on her face. Legolas noticed it was different. He had a hunch what was going on.
“Nothing” Legolas said and looked down
“Get inside. You never know when someone might attack” Thranduil said and went back inside
She kept looking at him and was about to follow. Legolas grabbed her arm.
“What is going on?” He asked upset
“Leave me alone” She said and tried to get herself lose
“So this is the reason for all this?”
“What reason?” She said, looking puzzled
“Come on, you know what I mean”
“Let me go first”
Legolas let her.
“I know I should have said it earlier but I was too shy to approach the matter. The truth is, I like your father better”
Legolas couldn’t believe his ears. Instead of starting acting crazy, he stayed calm. He couldn’t believe he had to compete with his father.
“He doesn’t care for you, all he cares about is himself. He’ll never even look your way”
“You only say that because you’re upset. I’ll prove you wrong” She said and walked inside
Legolas just stood there. Was this her thank you after everything? Had he wasted all his time trying to make her love him? He could not just stand by and watch on the side. He had to stop her from trying. He had to get to his father before she could.


Things you get in your head at night. It’s a bit weird that Lee Pace and Orlando Bloom play father and son when the latter is 2 years older. It doesn’t matter because they could be related for real.