Flash Fiction: Seeing the Future

If eyes are windows to the soul, Gabriel’s glazed, distant stare, as he regained his consciousness, were a looking-glass into his future.

Win, lose, or draw, fighters dispose of something, some part of the self that never returns. 

There, as Gabriel awakened, only time would shed light on his journey along the sport’s unforgiving path, but, for now, he required serious medical attention.

Prompted from the Weekend Writing Prompt #142 at: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/02/01/weekend-writing-prompt-142-looking-glass/.

Flash Fiction: Protest

Hundreds stood before the venue’s mouth, pumping signs in the air, screaming for an end to MMA—human cockfighting.

The manner in which these social justice warriors rallied online and postured at anyone trying to cross their fence of fiery flesh, it was unclear whether they were attempting to cancel California’s biggest MMA promotion or start up a new fight league of their own.

A long weekend defending territory, skipping meals in hopes of tipping the scales in their favor, and celebrating victory after affecting attendance.

Too bad the band of misguided protestors never noticed their similarities with MMA.

Word Count: 99

Prompted from Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge at: https://carrotranch.com/2020/01/17/january-16-flash-fiction-challenge/.

Flash Fiction: True Love

Emily smiled from ear to ear as Brady carried her across the threshold.

Brady’s conditioning was nearing its peak at the time of the wedding, so he could have cradled his beautiful, blushing bride all the way to Aspen, Colorado, the destination of their brief honeymoon.

Sacrifice was nothing new for the young couple to cope with—Emily bringing home the bacon, and Brady jumping into any cage he could find, fighting for peanuts.

Emily would continue carrying the financial burden of Brady’s dream chasing, for his upcoming bout and every round moving forward—true love could conquer all.

Prompted from the Carrot Ranch Literary Community’s Flash Fiction Challenge at: https://carrotranch.com/2020/01/10/january-9-flash-fiction-challenge/.

Flash Fiction: Hutch

Ben and Diego entered Death Kiss MMA as soft, high school seniors out of curiosity; two years later, each had hardened into highly touted amateur prospects within the local circuit. 

The road along the way was paved with several hardships—losses, injuries, problems with coaches or other teammates, and personal issues outside of training—but they always had each other’s back, like MMA’s hard-hitting rendition of Starsky and Hutch.

Much like the two detectives would chase “their guy,” the two continued their journey into the professional ranks, pursuing glory in cages across every continent.

Word Count: 99

Prompted from Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge at: https://carrotranch.com/2020/01/03/january-2-flash-fiction-challenge/.

Flash Fiction: Lose the Attitude

Coach was out of patience.

“Look, you’re getting a complex, and that ego won’t fit in my gym.”

The photos adhered to Coach’s walls—all former Champions—cleared a path, though the wrong one, for Devin as he left the office.

Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt at: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2019/12/28/weekend-writing-prompt-137-complex/.

Flash Fiction: A New Strategy

“I just found out that they’ll be using the small cage next weekend.”


Coach was ready for Kevin’s nonchalant response and fired back, “If catching a shin across the side of your head sounds good to you, then, sure, whatever.”

“Coach, I’m just saying: a fight’s a fight. Right?”

“The smaller cage, by design, will nullify much of your wrestling; this dude you’re facing was a former Muay Thai Champion.”

Before Kevin could question what was next, Coach grabbed a pair of mitts, told his student to meet him on the mats, and devised a new game plan.

Prompted from Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge at: https://carrotranch.com/2019/12/26/december-26-flash-fiction/.

Six-Sentence Story: Exchange

All the talk and hype was over; the next time Phil “50 Caliber” Callaway and Jeremy “Sand” Mann would meet was in the center of the cage for the Heavyweight Title.

The 50,000 attendees inside Mitchell Stadium perched on the edge of their seats when the bell set Callaway and Mann on a collision course.

During the opening round, the two massive frames attempted to make short work of one another, standing in the pocket and launching strikes like scud missiles at one another.

Five-minutes down and Mann, whose eye began swelling shut and blood trickled from his mouth, wore the worst of the damage, and his coach barked, “Don’t just exchange punches and kicks with this guy, take him down!”

Mann left his coach’s advice on the stool.

As soon as the ringing left Mann’s ears and the stars disappeared from his vision, the big guy from Garberville, California promised to be a better listener in the future.

Six-Sentence Story prompt: https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2019/12/18/its-six-sentence-story-thursday-link-up-86/