Wednesday, 29 July 2020

IN THE WILD - 100 word story

Okay, this week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt triggered a memory, so here is a true story instead of a fictional one.


PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays


IN THE WILD

If you see wild dolphins when scuba diving, you have to look interesting enough to trigger their curiosity. Turn somersaults, bounce around, make noise.
We slipped into the balmy water and descended into the channel where dolphins were said to visit.
Nothing.
Instead we found explosions of tiny orange and purple Anthias dipping and flitting around the corals.
Heads down examining our find, I glanced around.
Dolphins! Right behind us!
I somersaulted. I bounced. I squeaked. I squealed. I screamed. I wiggled my outstretched fingers.
The dolphins looked at the noisy, bubbling, madly gesticulating creature, shrugged and swam away.




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


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Wednesday, 22 July 2020

HIDDEN IN PLAIN SIGHT - 100 word story

The shenanigans continue in the world of the Little People.


PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


HIDDEN IN PLAIN SIGHT


Paddy the Leprechaun put his paintbrush down with a self-congratulatory grunt. His little face scrunched into a smile.
McSpud wandered in. 'Ah, there you are, Paddy. Painting, are ye?'
Paddy handed McSpud a tankard of Poitin. 'What d'ye think?'
McSpud took an appreciative gulp of Paddy's brew. 'Sure, it's colourful. What is it after being then, Paddy?'
Paddy's smile broadened. 'You can't tell?'
'I can't, Paddy.'
Paddy picked up the rainbow coloured item and declaimed, 'may I present Seamus the Gobshite's Pot of Gold.'
'Ah, jaysus,' said McSpud.
Paddy took a satisfied swig of Poitin and winked at McSpud.



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


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Wednesday, 15 July 2020

MODERN MAGIC - 100 word story

A different sort of magic continues this week...


PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays


Modern Magic


Batty Patty had a problem.
Via the modern magic of the internet she was in contact with other 'believers' the world over.
Her popularity stemmed from the fact that she lived in Ireland and could reassure folk of her sincerity and knowledge of the Little People and their wonderful remedies.
Sure, who wouldn't believe an Irish lass?
But now these folk wanted the magic remedies for themselves, and whilst Patty was only too willing to share, she wasn't quite sure how to.
And then one day, via the modern magic of the internet, she learnt about online shopping.
Problem solved.


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


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Wednesday, 8 July 2020

THE TRUTH ABOUT FAERIES - 100 Word Story

Some say they're all around us. But are they? 


PHOTO PROMPT @ A. Noni Mouse

The Truth About Faeries


Randolph stepped through the door calling out, 'I'm home.'
Silence.
He closed his eyes as a fresh wave of grief hit him. He had forgotten again. Randolph sighed, went into the kitchen and faltered.
The mountain of dirty dishes was washed and stacked.
Randolph frowned. He had not cleaned his kitchen for weeks, yet it was sparkling.
He recalled his argument with Batty Patty about faeries. Patty insisted they didn't only cause mischief but were responsible for good deeds when someone was in need.
Randolph said she was talking nonsense.
''You'd be surprised,' said Batty Patty.
Randolph was indeed surprised.


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


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Wednesday, 1 July 2020

CENTRAL PROJECT - 100 word story

I've been having computer problems, so writing and posting this quickly in case the beast fails me again.


PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehudah



CENTRAL PROJECT


Seamus gripped Paddy's Pot of Gold and wandered through the park, searching.
The little fella found tricking these humans more fun than his usual haunts around the Ring of Kerry where they were always suspicious of Leprechaun mischief. But no New Yorker would suspect they had tripped over one of the little people. Brutal!
But he needed to concentrate on his project.
His last prank, disguising Paddy's Pot as a chimney, was brilliant. But how to surpass it?
When he saw the ramparts of Belvedere Castle he knew he had found his spot.

'I've outwitted Paddy the Eejit, this time,' he chuckled.


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, 17 June 2020

CAUGHT OUT - 100 Word Story

Hello, my Leprechaun hero, Paddy, is back. Enjoy.


PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


CAUGHT OUT

Sinead woke shivering and snuggled under the covers.
A curious noise at the window forced her to take a peep.
To Sinead's astonishment a little pair of legs was disappearing up a ladder.
** ** **
When Paddy the Leprechaun spotted his stolen Pot of Gold he had to admire Seamus's mischievous ingenuity. Seamus had disguised the Pot as a second chimney.
Paddy glanced into the child's bedroom as he passed her window. Asleep. Good.
On his descent, the child was standing at the window. She smiled and waved.
Oops! Invisibility rule broken. Paddy shrugged and waved back. Her parents would never believe her anyway.




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


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Wednesday, 27 May 2020

CONJURING RAINBOWS - 100 word story

The Leprechauns are back!


PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart




CONJURING RAINBOWS


Paddy clutched his recently retrieved Pot of Gold that Seamus had hidden at the top of the Eiffel Tower and looked around in frustration.
The mischievous reciprocal thieving between Paddy and Seamus had gone too far and Paddy was adrift on mainland Europe.
He crouched by a fountain, invisible to passers by, because that is the nature of Leprechauns.
The city was beautiful to be sure, but he needed to conjure a rainbow to lead him home.
He closed his eyes and concentrated.
Not many people knew that every time it rained on a sunny day, Leprechauns were the culprits.




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, 20 May 2020

FIRST GIG - 100 word story

When I was a youngster, my friend and I formed a band. I will never forget our first - and last - gig!


PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr


FIRST GIG


“We've done it, Moira. We've got our first gig.” Sandy's eyes shone.
“What? You put us forward for the concert? But this is just a hobby. We can't go public.”
“D'Neem is ready to fly!”
“They won't even 'get' our name.”
Sandy frowned. “We agreed it's a clever take on where Denim was invented.”
“And we're still learning to sing in harmony.”
“Enough with the negative vibes, girl. We need to rehearse our set.”
Moira picked up her guitar with dread. Why hadn't she told her sweet, oblivious friend that she was tone deaf?


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, 13 May 2020

OOPS! - 100 word story

I lived in the South Pacific for several years and one of the first lessons I learned was that things rarely happen as expected.


PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields



OOPS!

At last! His order had arrived.
Ravi breathed a sigh of relief. His stock ran out months ago. The suppliers kept making excuses and eventually admitted they'd sent his hats to the wrong country.
Oh, come on, thought Ravi. There might not be many countries in the South Pacific, but they were all autonomous. He was willing to bet that consignments to Australia didn't end up in America.
He happily began to unpack the hats. Ravi's brow puckered. Where the hell was Aloha? And what was this? Tonga? Samoa? Ravi looked up at the Fijian sun and sighed.




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


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Wednesday, 29 April 2020

HIDDEN HIDEAWAY - 100 word story

The following story is based on a true story that happened to me a few years ago when we experimented with running a bed & breakfast.





HIDDEN HIDEAWAY





‘Welcome to Hidden Hideaway!’

Sally ushered her guests to their room, vaguely wondering why they’d arrived in separate cars. She mentally shrugged and went to cut slices of carrot cake.

Balancing the tray of cake in one hand, she knocked on her guests’ door. Nothing. She knocked again and put her ear to the door. The moaning instantly ceased, following by a creaking, scrambling noise.

Sally’s smile froze. She hesitated before, face flaming, she crept away.

The next morning Sally waited in dread, wondering how they were all going to play things when her guests came down for breakfast.





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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I would also add that I'm using an elderly laptop while mine is being repaired. It's being temperamental so if I don't respond to comments you'll know why!

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Wednesday, 22 April 2020

TREASURE TRAIL - 100 word story

Well, I couldn't resist continuing the saga of the Leprechauns. However, it doesn't matter whether you've read my last couple of stories or not, because hopefully each one stands alone.


PHOTO PROMPT © C.E.Ayr



TREASURE TRAIL


Seamus had stolen Paddy's Pot of Gold again and left a trail of clues.

When you enter the alley, turn right
At the end near a pile of shite
you'll see something to fill you with fright
It's where your gold is hidden: think height.

Paddy shrugged. In all of faerie-land, Seamus had a long way to go before he'd beat the best Leprechaun trickster in Tipperary.
Paddy walked down the alley. He smelt the pile of shite before he saw it. Paddy studied the photograph with a sinking feeling.
How the feck was he going to find that tower?





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, 15 April 2020

UPPING THE ANTE - 100 word story

In a bid to continue writing on a humorous theme and avoid depressing stories relating to the C word, I decided to write a sequel to last week's story. 


PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot


UPPING THE ANTE


'Paddy, you didn't!' McSpud nearly choked on his tankard of Poitin.
Paddy stroked his ginger beard. 'Sure, and why wouldn't I?'
'It's against our rules.'
'That gobshite, Seamus, started it. He stole and hid my Pot of Gold. All I've done is return the compliment.'
'But Seamus only hid yours in a garden.'
Paddy fixed McSpud with a beady eye. 'So, you might say, I've upped the ante.'

Seamus stared at the distant city. Jaysus! How the feck was he supposed to find his Pot of Gold amongst that lot?
Seamus rued the day he'd tricked another Leprechaun.



p.s. Poitin is Irish Moonshine, usually distilled from potatoes and a favoured drink of Leprechauns.


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, 8 April 2020

POT OF GOLD - 100 word story

In the spirit of last week's story, I'm continuing the humorous trend to take you out of the real world for a moment or two.



PHOTO PROMPT © Jeff Arnold



Pot of Gold


Paddy sat under a bush, watching the family. The children were playing. The mammy was hanging washing. The daddy was digging the vegetable patch.
Paddy couldn't make his move until after dark.
Damn and blast that little divil, Seamus.
Paddy acknowledged that he was no saint either. But you weren't supposed to cause mischief with your own! It wasn't funny or clever that Seamus had found the end of Paddy's rainbow and hidden his pot of gold in this garden.
Paddy straightened his silver buckles and adjusted his tall, green hat with a sigh.
'Leprechauns, eh?' he thought wryly.


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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