Wednesday, 14 August 2019

THE PERFECT BAND NAME - 100 word story

This week's Friday Fictioneers gave us a wrecked tent to work with. This was quite a challenge, but I hope you enjoy my take on it. 


PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields




THE PERFECT BAND NAME


Izi Googled Shakespeare quotes, searching for a band name.
'Sound and Fury'? Too rock.
'Inconstant Moon'? Too clever.
'Live a Little'? Too clichéd.
'Gilded Butterflies'? Too girly.
'Pot of Ale'? Too blokey.
She sighed.
'Bloody cat,' said Izi's mother.
'No. Too gory.'
'That wasn't a suggestion, Isabel. I'm feeding Jean Richardson's bloody cat... again. They're going camping.'
'Why agree to feed her cat if you don't like it?'
'Why, Isabel, it's only neighbourly. Apparently their tent is so fancy they've been practising how to erect it.'
Izi looked out of the window and laughed. It was the perfect band name: 'Demolished'.



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


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Wednesday, 31 July 2019

CASTAWAY - 100 word story

The photo prompt for this week's Friday Fictioneers challenge led me to a deserted island and a stranded young yachtswoman. Never mind the buildings in the picture - it's the seaplane that caught my imagination.

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

CASTAWAY

The interior of the uninhabited island was full of shadows, where the devils in her imagination lurked just beyond an exhalation of breath.
Elizabeth stood on the beach, facing seawards. The sun scattered diamonds over the rippling water. An offshore breeze whickered across her bruised body, lifting her tattered t-shirt.
The yacht lay in the shallows, stern tipped out of the water like a tease. Elizabeth stared at the capsized vessel until she felt dizzy, unable to absorb the impact of her situation.
The tinnitus in her ears coalesced into a roar as the seaplane banked and landed.
Elizabeth blinked.



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


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Wednesday, 10 July 2019

JEAN'S LITTLE HELPER - 100 word story

Hello, I'm back from a trip to Africa and was looking forward to writing some fiction again. This week's Friday Fictioneers gave us a photo of giant plugs. I scribbled down a story, but decided it was a bit predictable, so re-wrote something a little more surprising. Hope you like it.

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

JEAN'S LITTLE HELPER


Jean contemplated the ironing with a sigh.
Her dog yipped. 'What's up?'
'I hate ironing.'
'Take me for a walk.'
'Okay, come on.'
When they returned Jean sat down. She'd start the ironing soon.
'I could help, you know.'
'Don't be ridiculous.'
'You never take me seriously.'
'That's because this conversation is a figment of my imagination.'
The dog sighed.
Jean looked at the ironing pile.
'I could help, you know.'
'Shut up.'
Jean pushed the iron's plug into the socket. There was a small bang.
The dog looked guilty. 'Um... that wasn't supposed to happen.'
Jean stared at him.






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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Wednesday, 29 May 2019

OFF THE TOURIST TRAIL - 100 word story

Lovely surprise this morning when I saw that Rochelle had chosen one of my photos for this week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. After last week's humorous story, I went dark with this little re-write.




OFF THE TOURIST TRAIL


Bradley sat in the boat, congratulating himself for his adventurous decision.
“Welcome!” Sami led Bradley off the beach. “Hungry?” Sami gave him some meat.
“What is this?”
“Pork.”
“Tastes different.”
“We breed special pigs.”
… … …

Bradley woke disoriented. He could hear muffled thuds and wandered towards the sounds.
Whispers, whimpers and a stink of blood and fear. The machete glinted as it sliced through the pale limbs.
Women tossed portions into a bubbling pot. Bradley vomited.
Up in the coconut palm Sami got on his phone. “Send more tourists – we only have one left.”



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

I will be away vagabonding in June. See you when I return in July.

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 redirected to your blog when I've clicked on your name or because you have a wordpress account that requires me to sign into wordpress first. 
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Wednesday, 22 May 2019

NOT SO SWEET REVENGE - 100 word story

I looked at this week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt and remembered that many years ago I wrote a story about a donkey. I never expected to use it again in a re-write which just goes to show: never throw away your old stories.


PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll


NOT SO SWEET REVENGE

Pablito suffered a miserable life in servitude to Manolo, the meanest man in Murcia.
In the almond groves Manolo harvested nuts, tasting as he worked. Pablito endured the searing sun.
Suddenly Manolo started choking. Pablito watched his nemesis make horrible strangling noises, turn purple and collapse.
The donkey was free. Years of pent-up animosity released themselves in an almighty kick to Manolo’s back.
The almond shot out of Manolo’s throat, ricocheted off a tree and hit Pablito between the eyes.
Manolo bounced back to life.
“Ooooh shiiiiit,” brayed Pablito - which sounded to human ears like a demented heeee-haaaaaaw.



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

I will be away vagabonding in June. See you when I return in July.

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 redirected to your blog when I've clicked on your name or because you have a wordpress account that requires me to sign into wordpress first. 
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Wednesday, 15 May 2019

DADDY'S GIRL: 100 word story

This week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt led me to think about parents' aspirations and how childhood fears can block those aspirations. I'd be interested to hear your opinion.



PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields



DADDY'S GIRL

Daddy was an Olympic swimmer. Not a gold winner, but a good swimmer.
He was competitive for his daughter. He took her to the pool and carried her, screaming, into the water.
Daddy despaired and then got mad. The daughter despaired and then got sad. He tried enticement, but her fear of failure blocked his efforts.
She grew up knowing she wasn't good enough for him.
After he died she conquered her fears and learned to swim. She would never be an Olympic swimmer, but wasn't finally being able to swim enough? 
Wouldn't Daddy finally be proud of her?






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 redirected to your blog when I've clicked on your name or because you have a wordpress account that requires me to sign into wordpress first. 
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Wednesday, 17 April 2019

GHOSTHUNTERS - 100 word story

This week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt gave me ghostly thoughts. Hope you like the story.



PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson


GHOSTHUNTERS

Amy noticed a pale, attractive man in the hotel lobby. “Are you with the Ghosthunters?”
“Do I look like a nut-job?”
Amy laughed, embarrassed. “Who really believes in ghosts?”
At midnight the Ghosthunters walked the cold streets.
Suddenly a woman whimpered and pointed.
A thrilled Amy saw nothing.
“See any ghosts?” said Lobby Man later.
“Not yet.”
“You'll try the park?”
“How did you know?”
“It's my regular haunt.”
“Hah, good joke.” Amy prodded his arm, but her finger passed through it.
White-faced, she checked out and fled.
Who really believes in ghosts?


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 redirected to your blog when I've clicked on your name or because you have a wordpress account that requires me to sign into wordpress first. 
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