Friday Fictioneers–4 April 2014

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers, and to Kent Bonham for providing this week’s photo prompt. My 100-word story follows:

Copyright–Kent Bonham

The Day the Music Died

The neighborhood is quiet now. Joe heard about the boys who played their music every afternoon from his old friend Stan. He decided they must be good for Stan to offer to be their roadie. Stan said he would repay Joe favorably for letting them use his venue.

It warmed Joe’s heart to envision a bustling business again. The occasional school performance was the only action his stage had seen in years. The garage band played its first–and last–gig at the little theater in the one-horse town. It was a real blast. The check was in the mail.

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Friday Fictioneers–21 March 2014

Here is the photo prompt courtesy of our Friday Fictioneer hostess, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. My 100-word story follows.

Copyright–Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Life Allows U-turns

Sally couldn’t wait until graduation. She studied long hours to earn a college scholarship, her ticket off the pig farm. She anxiously awaited the adventures of the city. The day finally arrived! Mama and Daddy drove her to the train station, and tearfully saw her on her way to live her dream.

At the end of her senior year, the man she loved said they needed to see other people. The cold, hard city closed in on her aching heart like a metal cage. She longed for green grass and the babbling brook that held her deepest secrets. Hello, Mama…?

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Friday Fictioneers–14 March 2014

Thanks to Rochelle, our host, and Adam, who provided the photo for this week’s rendition of Friday Fictioneers. My 100-word story follows the photo prompt.

copyright–Adam Ickes

Golden Years

They amble down the boardwalk, hand in hand, albeit a slower pace than fifty years ago. Eyesight dimmer, the gleam still remains; sometimes he can’t remember her name, but he always remembers her love for him and the children. A bench waits at the end, and so they sit and rest for the return trip. It was a day just like today, a warm breeze brushing against the skin. No words are needed this time, for their hearts carry on the promise of a lifetime. The sun slips low in the sky, shedding its warm light on their golden years.

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Friday Fictioneers–7 March 2014

Copyright–Danny Bowman

This is the photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers. Here’s my 100-word story:

The Promised Land

Watching the cattle graze, Losingo’s mind raced with news of the impending move. The Masai were promised this land forever. Would his family be forced out? He’d heard stories of land taken, given to others. Inhabitants were moved to another promised land, one that could not sustain them. Their animals and children soon died. Would this be the demise of his loved ones? What choice did they have? They could stay here, surrender their animals, and sell beads and dance for tourists. Maybe they could earn enough to move to America. Surely its government wouldn’t force families onto reservations.

Looking at the photo, Woody Guthrie’s song kept playing in my head.
This Land is Your Land. (click for lyrics)
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Friday Fictioneers–28 February 2014

Here’s the photo prompt from Sandra Crook for this week’s Friday Fictioneers 100-word stories. My story follows.

Copyright–Sandra Crook

Cow Tale, or a Load of Bull

Big Mack got an emergency call from the King of Burger.  The butcher got in the way of his cleaver and was unable to attend to business as usual. Hence, the royal herd of cattle had munched their last bit of hay and was threatening to stampede. The King asked if he could pay Big Mack for his hay and services with some nice, juicy steaks once the deed was done. That was an offer Mack couldn’t turn down. He loaded his wagon, hitched it to the tractor, and headed for the King’s estate. Unloaded, he asked “Where’s the beef”?

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Friday Fictioneers–14 February 2014

Janet Webb provided our photo prompt for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. It’s the perfect image for a 100-word Valentine post, don’t you think? As you will see, this is not my ordinary story.  Hubby better find some chocolate, that’s all I’m saying.

Copyright–Janet Webb


“How did I get here?” mumbled Mary to herself. Looking around, she realized she was sitting in the brick-paved alley behind Nick’s Lonely Hearts Lounge. She vaguely remembered arriving at the club in the slinky red dress and heels she’d found at Goodwill for the Valentine’s Day party. Once again, she had hoped Cupid’s arrow would pierce the heart of a suitor and her nights at Nick’s would end. She kicked off the remaining shoe, tucked her legs under her and attempted to rise to her feet. That’s when she saw the bloody filet knife on the ground beside her.  

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Friday Fictioneers–7 February 2014

Copyright–Dawn M. Miller

This is the photo prompt for our 100-word stories for Friday Fictioneers. Write your story and join the party–everyone is invited! Here’s mine:


The door sign stated, “Children must be held by the hand.” Ok, but my kid’s got two hands, always touchin’ stuff. We stepped into the Antique Boutique. Donnie, displaying his usual curiosity, brushed against a lamp–and a genie appeared!

Three wishes were offered, to which Donnie replied, “I want to touch that moose head up there.” A gust lifted him high, and settled him back on his feet.

“Your second wish?”

Donnie’s eyes were wide now, “An XBOX 360!” And there it was.

“Your third wish?”

“I wish I had more wishes.”

POOF, an entire table of lamps appeared.

See? That’s how easy it is to come up with 100 words. Give it a shot, and link your post to Rochelle’s blog linky. Or, just pop over and read what others have written.