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Friday Fictioneers–17 January 2014

Our hostess, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, has a new photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers this week, thanks to Erin Leary. My 100-word story follows her lovely picture. Won’t you join us?

Copyright–Erin Leary

Comatose

In a dark moment of the soul, Raven stepped in front of the rapidly approaching headlamps. Unable to avoid her, Mike’s car picked her up, flipped her across the hood and into the windshield. He flung open the door and ran to her aid. He recognized the dark-haired beauty, a former varsity cheerleader, the girl everyone wanted to be, or be with. He kept a vigil at her bedside the following months, wondering what twist of fate had brought them together that night. He made up his mind. He would ask her to marry him. As soon as she awakens.

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Friday Fictioneers–10 January 2014

Friday Fictioneers, under the wise tutelage of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, is a fine consortium of scribes who astound and confound the blogosphere with their 100-word stories on a weekly basis. A photo prompt is chosen, revealed on Wednesday, and the cacophony of keyboards everywhere fills the air. This is our photo prompt for this week, and my story follows. I was a bit chatty this time,  with a surplus of four words. Read ’em and weep.

Copyright–Dawn Q. Landau

House Built on the Rock

Becky was devoted, at the boss’s beck and call.
She saw herself as Cinderella, with no hope of attending the ball.

Joe loved Becky, and wished to free her of the hassle.
He knew just the thing–he’d buy her a castle.

He perused the internet, eBay and Amazon.
He found an online contest, and by golly, he won!

The fine print described a palace of pink,
High aloft, at the edge of the brink.

A weekend getaway was planned.
(He chose not to tell her until they reached land.)

They hopped aboard a fishing boat,
And set out to ferry across the moat.

 

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Friday Fictioneers–3 January 2014–Battle Plan

Happy New Year, Fictioneers!

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields has started the year off with a bang–and a photo prompt–for our 100-word story. My story follows the prompt:

Battle Plan

The step-step-step of marching feet drummed on the pavement as the advancing army neared. My siblings and I stole a peek out the window. Alarmed, we hurriedly gathered our belongings, slipped out the back door, and made a beeline for the fortress our father had built. Soon we were joined by others who knew of our hiding place. We spent the afternoon forming a plan of action–until we were interrupted by voices and shouting in the distance. That’s when the rest left me all alone. I was tagged with lookout duties while everyone else ran home to eat dinner.

Are you ready to try something new in 2014? Enlist in Friday Fictioneers and tell us a 100-word story inspired by the photo prompt. Do it!
Clicking a blue link will open a new window where you can find the rules and link your story.

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Friday Fictioneers–20 December 2013

We are  connected once again to the internet, and just in time for Friday Fictioneers! We have a great photo prompt this week, provided by Jean L. Hays. My 100-word story follows her photo.

Copyright-Jean L. Hays

A Day on the Bay

Dad rejoins the pod and asks his lovely bride, “What’s for dinner, Shnookums?”

“Shrimp.”

“Shrimp again? I had that for lunch. I’ve been craving menhaden lately. You know I have to get my Omega-3s.”

“Don’t be so crabby. Menhaden have been hard to come by at the market, with the eagles, osprey, and those two-legged predators catching more than their fair share.”

“Oh, yeah. I overheard the Coast Guard officers discussing that as Adolph and I surfed around their vessel.”

“Surfed? You’ve been snacking between meals again, haven’t you? You’re getting a spare tire around your dorsal fin.”

Everyone is welcome to join the Friday Fictioneers frenzy. All you have to do is write a 100-word story and link to Rochelle’s blog (the blue links will take you there) where you’ll find the rules to play along.

 

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Friday Fictioneers–6 December 2013

It’s a busy time of year, and I missed Friday Fictioneers last week, but I’m back this week with a 100-word story which follows the photo prompt provided by Randy Mazie.

Copyright: Randy Mazie

No Trespassing

Lydia never saw it coming. She was focused on the chemo and side effects, and carried the hope of health.

John, on the other hand, sought consolation in the arms of another. The day came when he broke the news to Lydia; he couldn’t go on watching her suffer so. He packed his bag and left.

Lydia boarded the windows of her heart and posted a “No Trespassing” sign.

Five years of remission later, a gentleman came into her life and said, “I’m going to sweep you off your feet.” She told him he’d better have a pretty stiff broom.

Now it’s your turn! Hop over to Friday Fictioneers to find out how you can join in this fun writing exercise. Lots of new friends await!

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Friday Fictioneers–22 November 2013

This week, Sean Fallon provides the photo inspiration for Friday Fictioneers.
Won’t you join  us? It’s amazing how quickly 100 words comes together. It just might be the most fun you have all day! The stories of other Fictioneers can be found at the above link, too. My 100-word story follows the photo.

Copyright–Sean Fallon

Breaking Up is Hard to Do

“I heard you and your wife split.”
“Yeah, it was real ugly.”
“What happened? You two were a pair since sixth grade.”
“She got all bent out of shape one morning when I was flexing in front of the bathroom mirror. She was trying to brush her teeth at the time. Then she said she was tired of my nagging—and suggesting she stop spending so much time writing 100-word fiction and work out with me at the gym.”
“Man! What were you thinking?”
“I don’t know, guess I lost my head…and my torso…along with the right to bear arms.”

Thanks for stopping by!

 

 

Friday Fictioneers–8 November 2013

My 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers follows the photo prompt. Everyone is welcome to participate, the rules can be found at this link.

Copyright--Al Forbes
Copyright–Al Forbes

The Ice Cream Scoop

Mom came to school to get me. I was happy I didn’t have to ride the stinky bus home. Besides, my friends rode a different one.

Mom put my books and the test I got a hundred on in the backpack dangling from the hand grips of my chair and asked if I was ready to go.

Was I ever! We always stopped for ice cream when she picked me up.

As she pushed me down the street, I saw a boy looking out his window. I asked if we could take him some ice cream. She said, “Not today.”

You can read more 100-word stories at Friday Fictioneers.