Wednesday, 27 June 2018

VERY SUPERSTITIOUS - 100 word story

This week's Friday Fictioneers picture of a music room gave me an idea. Let me know what you think.


PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields



VERY SUPERSTITIOUS!

Hey, cool room. 
How am I doing? Writing’s on the wall.
I’m not very superstitious, but the baby broke a mirror. Thirteen months old and now she chokes on boiled eggs.
I put new shoes on the table and stepped in doggie-do.
A black cat crossed me. Tripped and landed on my tush.
Annie spilt salt. Her cooking ain’t worth Jack Shit now!
I wish I didn’t believe in things I don’t understand…
Anyway, how’s your song writing? 
Seriously? 
Well, stroke my rabbit’s foot and give it a catchy tune because a hit song about superstition would be a wonder, Stevie.




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, 13 June 2018

JUST A BIRD - 100 word story

This week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt of a bird at the window (a partridge, I think) prompted a story about our interactions with wildlife.



PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays



JUST A BIRD

The little girl looked at the bird.
The bird looked at the little girl.
'Hey, bird.'
....
The drought was sapping her strength. The humans had food. And she needed to feed her slowly starving chicks.
She stared at the child, willing her to understand.
....
Maddie gazed at the bird and frowned. It looked skinny. She picked up her father's jar of fishing worms and gently tipped some of the contents onto the window sill.
'Thank you,' said the bird.
'You're welcome,' said Maddie.
Her mother called from another room. 'Who are you talking to, Maddie?'
'Just a bird.'


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, 6 June 2018

THE FORGER - 100 word story

Ah, the Met. I fell in love with this museum when I visited New York so this week's photo prompt from the Friday Fictioneers brought back great memories.

We've all seen images of those famous paintings but there is absolutely nothing like seeing the originals.



PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot


THE FORGER


It was 2am. Ned sat in front of his favourite painting to eat his sandwiches.
He stared at the painting.
He wasn't a bad artist himself: just never had the breaks. Instead he made a few extra dollars from painting peoples' pets.
But that didn't scratch his itch.
Every night Ned ate his sandwiches and sketched the painting. He used the sketches to paint his own copy to display in his dingy apartment.
The copy was flawless.
On his last night on the job, Ned made the swap.
Nothing like a security guard to know how to beat the system.




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, 30 May 2018

SMALL ADS - 100 word story

I looked at the photo prompt for this week's Friday Fictioneers challenge and it led me along a path of loneliness and delusion.


PHOTO PROMPT © Connie Gayer




Lonely, handsome, solvent young bachelor looking for beautiful soulmate.

I am easy going, strong, funny and affectionate.
I live on a farm far away from the rat race.
My house is large and very beautiful and I need a woman to share it with.
You want to live in a quiet place? This is it.
You want to eat fresh vegetables? I have a kitchen garden.
You want to drink fine wine? I have a small vineyard.
You want to swim? I have built a natural plunge pool.
Come!
Escape your life and live the dream with me.




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.

Wednesday, 16 May 2018

ALCHEMY - 100 word story

A pair of old boots as a photo prompt? I didn't get it - and neither did my character.




PHOTO PROMPT submitted by Courtney Wright.


ALCHEMY


Hannah was bored listening to the artist pontificate about the alchemy of his Pieces.
‘Isn’t he marvellous?’ said Toby.
They contemplated a pair of wrecked boots.
‘I don't get it.’
‘Your approach is wrong. You must embrace the alchemy.’
‘Alchemy, schmalchemy.’ She gulped her champagne.‘What does that even mean?’
‘He’s talking about the magic within his work. When you embrace a Piece, it changes before your eyes: transmutes, transforms.’
‘Yeah, right.’
Across the room a beautiful man smiled at her.
Hannah perked up. ‘Now that’s an alchemy I could embrace.’
Champagne-brave, she was off.



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, 9 May 2018

KING KONG - 100 word story

As soon as I saw this week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt I started thinking about the reasons why we visit iconic cities.




PHOTO PROMPT ©Jill Wisoff




KING KONG

Soft focus. The city coalesced out of the murk. She sat in the taxi, straining to pick out the building she had come to see.
'Your first time?' said the taxi driver.
'Yes. I must see the Empire State Building.'
'Why?'
How could she explain how her first cinematic experience had impacted her life?  Nearly eighty years!
And there it was! Breaking through the fog.
'Could you slow down, please?' she said.
'He doesn't exist, Ma'am.'
'Pardon?'
'The big ape. You won't see him up there.'
The old lady laughed in delight. 'No, you're wrong. I can see him already.'





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, 2 May 2018

CRAZY CHARLIE - 100 word story

A house in the middle of nowhere and a set of rough steps leading up to it was this week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. It got me thinking about the sort of person who might live there.


PHOTO PROMPT © Karen Rawson




CRAZY CHARLIE


Rumours cloaked the old man like a mystery. The locals in the bar ignored him. They called him Crazy Charlie.
He cycled home in wintry sunshine.
Two straggly dogs greeted him.
'Good lads.'
Charlie climbed up to the ramshackle house. In the kitchen he rummaged for leftovers. 
Outside, the dogs were fidgeting, toenails tap-dancing on the porch.
Charlie threw the leftovers into bowls and sat down. The dogs settled into their meal. Charlie's face creaked into a smile.
Wriggling his shoulders, he relaxed. A gecko skittered away, looking for smaller prey. Charlie closed his eyes, hoping the bullies wouldn't return.

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, 25 April 2018

THE CAMPING TRIP - 100 Word Story

For reasons I can't explain, the beautiful view in this week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompted a dark story.




PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields


THE CAMPING TRIP

The camping trip was Jem's idea. We drove into the mountains.
“They got bears hereabouts?”
Jem huffed. “You crazy, Ali?”
“Looks like bear country.”
“Deliverance country, more like. Listen! Hear them Duelling Banjos?”
Jem braked for a fallen tree. “Stay there, Ali.” 
He rootled in the trunk. I heard thumps and grunts. I swivelled in my seat, but the trunk lid obscured my view.
Another thump. I suddenly felt an indelible dread.
“Jem?” I whispered. “You messing with me?”
Subsumed by fear I heard saw-toothed voices. Then I heard footsteps on the roof of the car.



I hope you enjoyed reading this 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, 18 April 2018

SPIRIT SPINNER - 100 word story

The photo prompt this week intrigued me and I could only guess what the contraption was - rather like the character in my story. 
I did some research and hope I've got it more right than my character!


PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy


SPIRIT SPINNER 


The first time I saw Jodie she was twirling on John's lawn.
'Don't be fooled.' said John. 'She's a fruitcake.'
But Jodie beguiled me.
'I made these.' Jodie showed me dream catchers. Delicate and ethereal. 'I love the idea of capturing dreams. Don't you?'
I nodded sagely and told her, 'yes.'
'That's my spirit spinner.' Jodie pointed at a contraption in the yard. 'It allows my spirit to dance freely on the astral plane. I bought it from a Wise Woman.'
A memory stirred.
'Um, Isn't it something to do with golf?' I said.
Jodie gave me a pitying look.




I hope you enjoyed reading this 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, 11 April 2018

TSUNAMI - 100 Word Story

Hello again. I've returned from my travels and eager to return to the weekly Friday Fictioneers challenge: write a 100 word story using the photo prompt.

The prompt this week immediately reminded me of an article I wrote about a tsunami survivor. Here is a severely abridged version of Shiham's story.





TSUNAMI

Shiham heard an unusual noise. To his astonishment the sea looked like it was boiling. And the disturbance was heading his way.

Alarmed, Shiham started running. An eight foot wave swept him off his feet. He snagged a palm tree, but the surging, debris-filled water threatened his grip. He looked around wildly. A building was nearby. Could he reach it? He took a calculated risk and let the water recapture him.

Choking, ducking, half-swimming and blindly scrabbling for his life, Shiham reached the building. From the roof he could hear screams above the battering water. His salty tears went unremarked.




I hope you enjoyed the story and I look forward to reading 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 February 2018

THE RAPTURE OF THE DEEP - 100 word story

The Friday Fictioneers photo prompt this week reminded me of places where I've dived and made me want to tell a scuba diving story. As I'm short on time I've rewritten a story to make it fit the word count. Nitrogen Narcosis exists - but recreational divers aren't at risk if they keep within maximum depths!


PHOTO PROMPT © JS Brand



THE RAPTURE OF THE DEEP

‘Nitrogen narcosis, The Rapture of the Deep. It changes your reality.' Tom looked into Ella's eyes. 'The Rapture is intoxicating, seductive and potentially deadly.’
‘Blimey,’ said Ella.
They descended amidst a pageant of marine life. Corals glowed and pulsed. Impossibly hued fish shimmied and salsa’d, saying, ‘look at us, Ella.’
Was this it? The Rapture? But it was glorious. Ella pirouetted, beckoning to the fish to be stroked.
She swooped down, following them. Tom caught her. She giggled and twisted in his arms. Tom's eyes dilated. He laughed.
They spat out their mouthpieces and swam, enraptured, into the abyss.




I'm going vagabonding for a few weeks so this is my last story for a little while. I hope you enjoyed it and I look forward to reading 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 January 2018

STUMPED FOR IDEAS - 100 word story

The photo prompt for this week got me wondering how I was going find a fresh theme about a cut down tree. Frankly, I was stumped. And that gave me an idea. 


PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


STUMPED FOR IDEAS!


“I'm stumped for ideas.” Hairy John's rucked up t-shirt revealed a milk-white paunch.
“Let's hitch-hike down to Spain again,” said Titch.
“No way. Remember those Spanish lorry drivers yelling 'cut your hair, Hippies!’?”
“That was years ago,” said Titch. “Remember the gorgeous chick with doe-eyes. I wonder what she looks like now.”
“Fat.”
“Let's find out.”
“Why?”
“Why not?”
Hairy John frowned. “Got me stumped.”
“Come on, man.”
“Okay, we'll go.” Hairy John stood up and hitched his jeans over his bum-crack. “But I'm warning you. She'll be fat now.”



I hope you enjoyed my story and I look forward to reading 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 January 2018

THE WARNING - 100 word story

The photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers this week led me along a path of destruction and betrayal. Hope you like it!


Photo Prompt by Sandra Crook


The Warning

I waited in front of the derelict shop.
When he turned the corner I started the car and eased onto the road, smooth as cream.
He didn’t notice me. He never noticed the sassy woman who lived inside this plain-Jane skin. A woman brave enough to take action when side-swiped by betrayal.
He stepped onto the crossing. I accelerated. Our eyes locked. His widened in realisation. Too late, mate.
Bodies don't bounce. They thud and crunch and roll away kinda slow.
   
Janice hit Print, placed the draft of her new thriller on the desk, knowing her husband would read it.




I hope you enjoyed my story and I look forward to reading 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, 17 January 2018

DERELICT - 100 word story

This week's photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers got me thinking. Didn't we all love fairgrounds as children? But what happens when a naughty child can't visit the fairground? Why, she'll use her imagination instead...


PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll




DERELICT

'I hate you!' Sophie punched her sister.
'That's it! You're grounded,' said her mother. 'No fairground visit.'
Sophie raged and fled to the scrapyard. She spotted a derelict car. The driver's door handle clicked open. She climbed in. The interior smelt of urine. Sophie wrinkled her nose.
Hidden under newspapers, Manny lay asleep on the back seat.
Sophie clutched the steering wheel. ‘Brm brm.’
Manny woke.
A kid was in his car? Something stirred in Manny.
Sophie bounced, pretending to drive. Who needed stupid fairground cars anyway?
Manny slowly sat up.
Filled with sparkling daydreams, Sophie accelerated into the unknown.




I hope you enjoyed my story and I look forward to reading 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 the all information posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields 
- her blog is listed on 'My Blog List' on the right hand side of this page.



Wednesday, 10 January 2018

BITER BIT - 100 Words

As soon as I saw the photo prompt for this week's Friday Fictioneers 100 word challenge I thought of the famous quote:

'Oh what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive'.

This story is adapted from a true experience in Namibia. 


PHOTO PROMPT © Victor and Sarah Potter


BITER BIT

The gorge was flanked by cliffs layered like flaky pastry. I lifted my camera.
'I'll stand here, for perspective, Katy.' Ben posed. 
He looked magnificent. Although I’d cut my throat before I told the vain git.
Further along we found a snake curled asleep.
'Wow! Take our picture.' Ben stepped forwards, turned and posed.
The snake slid away.
'Uh, Ben? Don’t move. It’s a cobra.'
Ben froze. 'You kidding?'
'No, mate. Hold still. Movement might trigger a strike.'
Gleefully I photographed Ben’s beautiful, terrified face.
His expression changed. 'Uh, Katy? There's another one right behind you.'



I hope you enjoyed my story and I look forward to reading 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 the all information posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields 
- her blog is listed on 'My Blog List' on the right hand side of this page