Heading Home-FFfAW Writing Challenge

Dawn M Miller

“What are you doing Giselle? He’ll kill you if he finds you.”

“Natasha, This life is killing me. Pietro’s popping pills in us like their candy. . Men touch us like we’re their property.’

“You don’t think we all feel that way? But, I’ve been here three years, and no one has escaped Pietro, and lived to tell about it.”

I continued curling my black hair. Pietro would collect me in five minutes

Kielo, the FBI agent, had paid to have me. We had been planning this for three weeks. I snatched up the passport, and placed it in my purse.

As Pietro drove me to what I hoped to be my last job, I beheld the lake by the house. A year and a half had passed since Mr. Palmer kidnapped me. I couldn’t lose it now. I had to keep it together a little while longer.



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A Performance of a Lifetime

It’s time for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers again.  I didn’t intend to, but it looks like I have a series going on.  It is about a girl who has found herself kidnapped, and thrown into human trafficking. Human trafficking knows no age limit, gender, or socioeconomic boundaries.  It is modern day slavery.

I am thinking about expanding these stories, but haven’t decided yet.  Let me know what you think.  I love your comments.  Having a blog has been such a positive experience for me. I have enjoyed each, and everyone of you.

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© Vanessa Rodriquez

A Performance of a Lifetime

Women and men dressed in business attire rush past me. At the train station, everyone is rushing to make their commute. I’m walking with our caravan clad in the finest fashion has to offer.

Our cover is, we are models headed to a shoot. My name is Giselle (it’s really Olivia). Every day it is instilled in me to walk like a model, and talk Italian. I watch as Pietro, my John, takes care of transportation for us.

He purchased me for $10,000.00 on the island. The other girls tell me that’s the rate for a virgin.

During the day I am tutored in Italian, and at night I am mauled by businessmen, and celebrities. I am always at someone’s apartment. Most of the girls are at shanty brothels.

“You are fortunate.” Natalie, my roommate, said.

“Being home is fortunate. This is hell.”

I board the train, and take my place beside Pietro.

“Take this.” Pietro hands me a pill. I don’t know what it is, but I know better than to say no.

I don’t remember the train ride. Later, Pietro hands me another pill, and I begin my night.

*191(I went over a little.)

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The Cryptic Journey

Blue Lagooon
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For a week,  I have been surrounded by thirty-five wayward people. We have no water or food while we are locked in this cryptic shipping container. Absolutely nowhere private to relieve ourselves. Several girls my age cried the first two days.

It is quiet now except for the two toddlers. Two women on the boat have become their surrogate mothers.

I am relieved when we dock. I didn’t know how much longer it would be before we dehydrate.  Some are already lethargic.

I last seen Mr. Palmer when he auctioned me off at port with the others.

I am the first one to ascend out of the container. On deck, two dubious looking men strip me down. They proceed to shove me across the ship. I watch their eyes linger on me. The one with the scruffy beard hoses me down. It is the first bath I have had since the abduction.

After the mortifying experience, they hand me a flowered dress and propel me onto the Blue Lagoon Beach.

175 words


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The story is fiction, but this scenario happens to men, women, boys and girls every day.

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I’ve Been Watching You

Flash Fiction for Inspiring Writers has a flash fiction picture prompt every week.  Below is the picture for this week(I’ve caught the tail end of it-I’m such a newbie 🙂 ).  I thought it would be fun to participate and to share it with any of you that are interested.  As always I love comments, so feel free to leave me one.  I will comment back. If you want to participate their site is here.

flash fiction April
Dawn M Miller

The white van has already made four trips to Mr.Palmers house. Each time girls, no older than thirteen, are dropped off and shuffled inside the house.

This isn’t the first time the van has appeared. Ever since Mr. Palmer moved in, there’s been a lot of traffic.

I inch closer trying to get a better look, and hit the wind chimes.

Mr. Palmer looks in my direction. He makes a phone call. Someone hits me from behind.


I hear moaning. I realize that I’m the one moaning. I touch my head. It’s bleeding. Where am I? Has my mother figured out I’m missing yet? Has she called the police?

The door opens and Mr. Palmer strolls in.

“I’ve been watching you for a while. You’ll make me lots of money.”

He closes the door and I start to cry.

*141 words