Wednesday, 28 November 2018

Obsession - 100 word story

After writing a humorous story last week, this week's Friday Fictioneer's photo inspired something more chilling. 

I am going off vagabonding in December, so this is my last story for 2018. Seasons Greetings and see you in the New Year.


PHOTO PROMPT © Nick Allen




OBSESSION


It all began in childhood. The Wizard of Oz sparked her imagination and became an obsession. An obsession that continued into adulthood. An obsession that wouldn't be ignored. And so she studied to become a biologist.
...  ...  ...
She entered the home-made lab. The rasp of metal against metal masked the terrible moans emanating from the pens. She hadn't perfected her art but she continued to strive.
The oil cans stood in a row. She anointed each individual, giving them relief.
A man lay in the last pen. Time to turn him to tin, like the others. Perhaps this one would succeed.



I hope you enjoyed this story and I look forward to your comments. 


If you wish to read more Friday Fictioneers stories, you can find them listed HERE



If you'd like to join in the challenge, you'll find all the information posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields 
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On a final note - I always try to visit the blogs of everyone who comments on mine. If I haven't commented on yours it's either because I haven't been able to find your blog when I've clicked on your name or because you have a wordpress account that requires me to sign in first. 


Wednesday, 21 November 2018

JIMMY THE JOKER - 100 word story

Here's a little tale for the Friday Fictioneer's photo prompt adapted from one of my travel essays that was originally published back in 2003.


PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson




JIMMY THE JOKER


I once went hiking with Jimmy the Joker. He picked the trail: lonely and hemmed in by trees. Shadows danced. We heard a scuffing.
'Moose?'
'Probably a bear,' said The Joker.
Hah!
We found a river with a dinky waterfall. I unpacked our picnic.
'Uh-oh, bear.'
I ignored him.
'I'm serious.'
I sighed and looked up. And froze.
It stood on the opposite bank. The waterfall didn’t look so dinky now.
'Bears swim.'
'I know.'
The bear abruptly retreated.
'It didn't want to get wet!' I said.
'Maybe, but there’s a bridge up ahead.'
What?’
'Just joking,' said Jimmy.




I hope you enjoyed this story and I look forward to your comments. 


If you wish to read more Friday Fictioneers stories, you can find them listed HERE




If you'd like to join in the challenge, you'll find all the information posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields 
- her blog is listed on 'My Blog List' on the right hand side of this page.


On a final note - I always try to visit the blogs of everyone who comments on mine. If I haven't commented on yours it's either because I haven't been able to find your blog when I've clicked on your name or because you have a wordpress account that requires me to sign in first. 



Wednesday, 14 November 2018

THE MEETING - 100 word story

The photo prompt for this week's Friday Fictioneers immediately made me think about vagrants and lost souls. But I didn't want to write an obvious story. So I went for something a little more surprising for my protagonist. 


PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


THE MEETING

Kate looked around in astonishment. Seriously? Checked her GPS. Nope, these were definitely the right co-ordinates.
Bent almost double, she picked her way between the rocks in her inappropriate heels looking for a way to cross the water. Kate was not about to ruin her shoes.
Downstream from the bridge she spotted stepping stones.
Gingerly, she crossed and made her way back under the bridge.
Exasperated she considered her options. She could almost see the funny side. Almost.
But when Kate had told him to surprise her with an unusual date, this was not what she had had in mind.



I hope you enjoyed this story and I look forward to your comments. 


If you wish to read more Friday Fictioneers stories, you can find them listed HERE




If you'd like to join in the challenge, you'll find all the information posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields 
- her blog is listed on 'My Blog List' on the right hand side of this page.



On a final note - I always try to visit the blogs of everyone who comments on mine. If I haven't commented on yours it's either because I haven't been able to find your blog when I've clicked on your name or because you have a wordpress account that requires me to sign in first. 



Wednesday, 7 November 2018

THE LAST WOOD NYMPH - 100 word story

A beautifully carved tree stump for this week's Friday Fictioneer's photo prompt helped me to come up with a whimsical story.


PHOTO PROMPT © J.S. Brand

THE LAST WOOD NYMPH


She was the last Wood Nymph in the valley.
Her fellow nymphs had disappeared when their trees became sick.
Then Men came to fell her tree. She watched in helpless horror.
The owner, Willie, supervised. He made them cut it high, which saved her.
After The Cutting Men left, the nymph spoke. 'Why?'
'I'm sorry,' said Willie. 'I had to do it. Your tree was dying and you would have died too.'
'I might as well be dead,' she said, looking at the tall stump with terrible sadness.
'I'll make it beautiful for you again,' said Willie. 'I promise.'




I hope you enjoyed this story and I look forward to your comments. 


If you wish to read more Friday Fictioneers stories, you can find them listed HERE




If you'd like to join in the challenge, you'll find all the information posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields 
- her blog is listed on 'My Blog List' on the right hand side of this page.


On a final note - I always try to visit the blogs of everyone who comments on mine. If I haven't commented on yours it's either because I haven't been able to find your blog when I've clicked on your name or because you have a wordpress account that requires me to sign in first. 



Wednesday, 31 October 2018

ZOMBIE EYES - 100 word story

It's Halloween. Of course I had to write a Halloween story and this week's Friday Fictioneer's photo prompt was perfect for that.


PHOTO PROMPT © Jeff Arnold


ZOMBIE EYES

My cousin always gave me the creeps.
When she visited on Halloween, I wasn't happy.
Angie had arrived dressed like a zombie. The clothes were superfluous, she already had zombie eyes.
'You and Angie can go trick or treating,' said Mum.
We went knocking on doors.
Old Freddy shouted and sent us on our way, as I knew he would.
Angie didn't like that. Once home she sat and stared at Dad's chess set and I swear a piece moved.
We heard later that Old Freddy had died.
They said, from the look on his face he died of fright.

I hope you enjoyed this story and I look forward to your comments. 


If you wish to read more Friday Fictioneers stories, you can find them listed HERE




If you'd like to join in the challenge, you'll find all the information posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields 
- her blog is listed on 'My Blog List' on the right hand side of this page.



On a final note - I always try to visit the blogs of everyone who comments on mine. If I haven't commented on yours it's either because I haven't been able to find your blog when I've clicked on your name or because you have a wordpress account that requires me to sign in first. 


Wednesday, 24 October 2018

HOW TO SPEND A FORTUNE - 100 word story

After a bit of vagabonding, I'm ready for some more fiction writing. This week's Friday Fictioneer's photo prompt, prompted this story.


PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot



HOW TO SPEND A FORTUNE

When Edith won the lottery she was catatonic. The amount was so ridiculous she couldn't comprehend it and sat in her flat in a daze. Her little wrinkly eyes stared at nothing. She barely ate and her already tiny wizened body turned bony. Anyone who saw her was reminded of one of those hairless Sphynx cats.
She ignored the telephone and doorbell: she knew it was her greedy children.
A year later something in Edith clicked.
Five years after that Edith stood under the domed ceiling and sighed, satisfied that she'd spent her money wisely.
Her children thought otherwise.



I hope you enjoyed this story and I look forward to your comments. 


If you wish to read more Friday Fictioneers stories, you can find them listed HERE




If you'd like to join in the challenge, you'll find all the information posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields 
- her blog is listed on 'My Blog List' on the right hand side of this page.


On a final note - I always try to visit the blogs of everyone who comments on mine. If I haven't commented on yours it's either because I haven't been able to find your blog when I've clicked on your name or because you have a wordpress account that requires me to sign in first. 



Wednesday, 12 September 2018

PLAYTIME - 100 word story

I didn't want to write an obvious 'clock' theme, so I've used the Friday Fictioneers photo prompt this week to open my story instead.



PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll


PLAYTIME

Reggie woke before his special clock sounded the hour. He chuckled. Silly really, but waking unassisted felt good.
His jauntiness faltered as the eczema in his groin flared. It took effort not to scratch.
He bought a newspaper and sat facing the adventure playground. The background noise of children playing delighted him.
Shouts interrupted Reggie’s reading. '…disgusting… bastard… paedo…'
He looked up. 
A young woman was yelling at him. '...think I don’t know what you’re doing under that paper? I’m calling the police, you filth.'
Stupid mistake! He knew his time was up.
'No, it’s my eczema,' Reggie whispered, mortified.



I hope you enjoyed this story and I look forward to your comments. 


If you wish to read more Friday Fictioneers stories, you can find them listed HERE




If you'd like to join in the challenge, you'll find all the information posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields 
- her blog is listed on 'My Blog List' on the right hand side of this page.


On a final note - I always try to visit the blogs of everyone who comments on mine. If I haven't commented on yours it's either because I haven't been able to find your blog when I've clicked on your name or because you have a wordpress account that requires me to sign in first.