Friday Fictioneers–6 March 2015

 Friday Fictioneers take a photo prompt and write a 100-word story. This week’s photo is provided by Erin Leary. My story follows.

Copyright–Erin Leary


No Fun Gus

Well, he wouldn’t be troublin’ her no more. Jane vowed the next time Gus hit her would be the last. The day came, and she was ready. As ready as one can be. She chuckled about the pre-planned funeral. Those fellas in the fancy duds had nothin’ on her. She’d take care of the buryin’ business. She carted him to the property line where she’d dug a mighty fine hole, and dumped him in. A few days later she marveled at what she saw. Mama used to say folks was, “pushin’ up daisies.” This rotten scoundrel done got mushrooms!

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Friday Fictioneers–Predator

Friday Fictioneers

I’ve been absent from Friday Fictioneers too long! I miss this community of 100-word-story writers. Here is our photo prompt for this week, and my fiction follows.

Photo courtesy of Jean L. Hays
Photo copyright Jean L. Hays


I stood to stretch at my office window and surveyed the activity on the street below. Not the best part of town, it’s a bit run down. A teenaged girl stepped off the Greyhound bus and looked from side to side. A familiar figure approached, took her by the arm, and led her into a small cafe. I bolted from the office! Bypassing the elevator, I descended the stairs to the street. My trembling fingers opened the cafe door, my eyes darted from table to table. There! I didn’t know how, but I could not let her become a victim, too.

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Friday Fictioneers–12 September 2014

I’ve been absent from Friday Fictioneers–for too long! Janet Webb’s photo (below) prompted me to write the following story.

Copyright–Janet Webb

I awoke, once again, in the wee hours and trudged to the bathroom. This time, there was no snoring, no raspy breaths. The darkness outside my window reflected my feelings. Salty streams flowed freely as sobs wracked my body. I lifted the soft chenille from the robe hook, buried my face to dry the tears, then wrapped it around my shoulders, trying to feel the warmth of the arms that once encircled and drew me near. I slipped to the other side of the bed, felt for a pulse, and dialed 911. Then I knelt by the bedside and waited.

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Friday Fictioneers–11 July 2014


Welcome to my post for Friday Fictioneers.

Copyright–Kelly Sands

The Final Battle

As the residents slept peacefully in their beds, an angry war raged in the sky overhead.

Sides were chosen, weapons drawn.  A fight to the finish, once and for all.

The winds confronted one another, a rumbling thunder rent asunder by bold flashes of cutting edges.

The sky darkened as the tempest roared, the sound of hooves could now be heard. On the horizon war horses appeared, the day arrived that all had feared.

The final battle, night versus day: Moon and Stars, held at bay.

When smoke cleared, none were left to tell the tale of that fateful day.


Friday Fictioneers write a 100-word story each week for the current photo prompt. All are welcome to participate, click the blue link to find out how.


Blog Hop Around the World

This is my first experience with a creative blog hop. My dear friend, Trece Wyman, invited me to participate. Blogging from New York, USA, Trece is animal lover extraordinaire, specializing in cats; her heart is at least as big as Texas. You can find her at SimplyTrece

Now, to the questions, and my answers:

What am I working on?
I’m amassing quite a collection of books on writing.
I enjoy playing with words, it never seems like work. I blog, journal, write devotional pieces, and have a work-in-progress memoir that started as a National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) rebel project. Most of my writing is nonfiction, but I stepped out of my comfort zone a few months ago and began creating 100-word flash-fiction stories with Friday Fictioneers.  

How does my work differ from others of its genre?
Mine is written by a young-at-heart, eternally optimistic cracked pot.

Why do I create what I do?
I used to look through the box of family photos my mother had. There was one in particular that intrigued me: a man, in a Civil War uniform, and his wife. Aside from their names and her relationship to them, Mom knew nothing else about them. When I became a grandmother, I began to journal. I was determined to leave something of myself behind for my grandchildren and the generations to come.

How does your creating process work?
It varies somewhat by project. For Friday Fictioneers, I study the details of the photo prompt looking for an unusual perspective, then run with it. I write the beginning, and I usually know how I want it to end, so I write that next. Then I know how many words I have left to put the meat in the middle of my sentence sandwich.

Here are the three creative bloggers I’d like to share with you. They will post their blog hop posts June 23. For a sneak peek, here are their links:

Susan Carter Payne
The former features her poetry and photography, the latter her thoughts on family, relationships, and the world around her–and more of her beautiful nature photography. Susan is a published author and has many creative talents. From the mountains to the shore, Virginia is her home.

Dianna Keen
Another Virginia blogger, Dianna is an amazing photographer. Her blog features family, two cats who adopted her–they’re also family, wild horses on the Outer Banks of North Carolina, and her many adventures, near and far. She creates greeting cards, too.

Beth Ann Chiles
Beth Ann blogs from Iowa. She has various creative abilities, so it will be interesting to see what she decides to share with us. If you visit on Tuesdays, you’re likely to find a teapot from her collection on display. Beth Ann’s blog features Comments for a Cause–each comment left on her blog is worth fifty cents toward the featured cause for that month. Be sure to visit and leave some kind words.

Thanks for hopping and stopping by!




Friday Fictioneers–13 June 2014

Copyright–Ted Strutz


We were tricked! After scraping together money for passage to find work outside our small village, we learned we’d been bought by a trawler captain. Unpaid and fed only a plate of rice a day, a few in our group rebelled. They were beaten, tortured, shot, and thrown overboard. One night, after crawling into the tiny area where we slept, I knew I had to escape. What did I have to lose? I would be dead either way. I slipped out in the night with a small float. Some days later, a kind ferry captain rescued me from the sea.

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Friday Fictioneers 6 June 014

I’ve missed writing 100-word stories with Friday Fictioneers, so this week, I’m doing something about it.  My story follows the photo prompt.

Copyright–Douglas M. MacIlroy

Light the Fire Again

Another long night. She waited—waited for his return; a lame excuse; the scent of perfume. Her heart had broken a thousand times, scar tissue all that was left.

She lit the candles on the side table, her gaze caught by the flickering flame. How did love, as warm and bright as this light, die? She watched as the puddle of wax formed, then snuffed the flame and watched it solidify. She wondered if a rekindled flame could melt her hardened heart.

His key unlocked the door, and there he stood, an armful of flowers. Their eyes met, tears fell.  

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