FF | Relocated

Hey everyone, I managed to get inspired last night and I wrote some new poetry. You can check out my short poems on Twitter by going through the widget. This is the first time that I’ve been able to sit down and write a 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers in a while. Let me know what you think! I was not feeling well this weekend (or today) but somehow felt like writing.

desert path,plateau,rise,sunset in the desert,

PHOTO PROMPT © Danny Bowman

Relocation

As the mishmash of beings deplaned, they complained about being relocated to a desert planet. Ashley squinted and said nothing. She thought she saw flowering cacti in front of her. She cupped her long green fingers over her black eyes to see better. A blue female bemoaned her luck, “Just because I can tolerate the heat doesn’t mean I like it!”
Ashley started walking toward the plateau. The top of it would make a fine home. She was called Ashley because by the time she had been born her planet was nothing but ash. But from the ashes, she would rise.
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FF | Return to the Sea

Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo prompt posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We are allowed to use the photo (taken by another writer) in our post and encouraged to leave each other comments. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations. This week’s story is 100-words exactly.

 

wooden chair in the water

Photo Prompt by Ted Strutz

  Return to the Sea

 

Grandma might be crazy, but if she wanted to sit with her feet in the water, she would. She had been inconsolable since Grandpa Eric died. Her red hair had turned white.

Alayna supported her Grandma until they got to the chair. Alayna thought she would sit in the ocean for a few minutes and then they would go back. But instead, Grandma sat there until the tide came in.

Alayna urged, “Grandma, it’s getting deep. Let’s head back.”

“Yes. I’m heading back.”

Grandma Ariel’s legs became a tail. Then she rolled out of the chair, and she swam off.

Friday Fictioneers | Ice

Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo prompt posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is not a closed group; you can join in! We are allowed to use the photo (taken by another writer) in our post and encouraged to leave each other comments. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations. This week’s story is 100-words exactly.

flower pot in window sill,daisy,white flower,winter,

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

  Ice

“These are perfect conditions to rob a store in.”

“In which to rob a store.” said Conner.

“In which to rob a store, run from the cops, and never get caught.” Ashley rolled his eyes as he replied to his long-time friend Conner.

“What makes you think that we’ll get away while the cops are sliding around on the ground?”

“Because I have those attachments for your boots that people use when they hike mountains! We’ll run down the alley, through the abandoned building and then circle back here.”

“You always were the thinker.” Conner reached for his boots.

 

 

FF | Avoiding Intergalactic Incidences

Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo prompt posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is not a closed group; you can join in! We are allowed to use the photo (taken by another writer) in our post and are encouraged to leave each other comments. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations. This week’s story is 100-words long.

Several people use the hashtag #FridayFictioneers when they tweet a link to one of their Friday Fictioneer stories on Twitter. You should too!

friday fictioneers photo prompt,writing prompt,

PHOTO PROMPT © Al Forbes

  Avoiding Intergalactic Incidences.

“What were you thinking? What were you doing?” asked the bewildered police officer.

Serge was unsure of how to answer. How do you tell a cop that you saw a flying saucer and not get arrested for drunkenness or sent off to the loony bin?

“I’m sorry, officer.”

“You’re sorry? You’d better be sorry! What if you’d hit another car?”

Serge rubbed his face with his hand. What if he had hit that flying thing? That might have caused an intergalactic incident.

“I’m sorry sir, I’ll try to pay more attention from now on.” Next time he’d get a picture.

FF | Tinder Date

Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo prompt posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is not a closed group; you can join in! We are allowed to use the photo (taken by another writer) in our post and encouraged to leave each other comments. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations. This week’s story is 100-words exactly.

Some of us have been using the hashtag #FridayFictioneers when we tweet a link to one of our Friday Fictioneer stories on Twitter. You should too!

Also, it’s International Blog Delurking Week! So you should leave a comment. Read about the holiday here.

industrial equipment

  Tinder Date

I sat up. A creaking had awoken me. Where was I? The last thing I remember was eating dinner with a very weird guy. I think I’ve been drugged.

What was his name, Joel?

His Tinder profile said he was a lab tech. He had definitely spent too many days in the lab.

The wheel in the middle of the room was turning, and suddenly I realized it was pulling a rope that was tied around my feet. Maniacal laughter abruptly rang out.

Is this why the missing girls were never found? Because their bodies were crushed by this wheel?

FF | Songs

Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The photos are taken by other Friday Fictioneers. You can join in by adding a link to your story to the blue frog link-up on Rochelle’s page. We are allowed to use the photo in our post and encouraged to leave each other nice comments. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations, although I do often read Rochelle’s post before I write mine since it is right under the photo of the week. This week’s short story is

As always, Thank You for reading.

violin,strings,stinged insturment,

PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg

 

Songs

Their life together was like a symphony. Maybe there was a wrong note from a finger that slipped once, but the music was so beautiful that no one noticed. They were the couple that everyone aspired to. For their 10th Anniversary, Joe learned to play the violin and composed a song just for Julie. For their 50th Anniversary, their children flew them to Hawaii. The paper featured their picture on their 75th Anniversary. Harvey read about their happy lives while laying in his cell. He wondered what the story would have been had he proposed at Prom instead of Joe.

 

 

 

FF | Good Memories

Wow, I wrote this one with very little editing and never did go over the 100-word count. How has your writing gone this week?

Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The photos are taken by other Friday Fictioneers. You can join in by adding a link to your story to the blue frog link-up on Rochelle’s page. We are allowed to use the photo in our post and encouraged to leave each other nice comments. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations, although I do often read Rochelle’s post before I write mine since it is right under the photo of the week. This week’s short story is 100-words long.

pointy roofs,tile roof,tile shingles,

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Good Memories

Glory stopped at the top of the hill, turning to look at her village one last time. She could still see Mr. Thompson’s roof. Looking at it always made her happy and gave her hope.

She heard a door slam somewhere and it made her jump. She turned and fled down the hill. The city near the coastline had a finishing school for girls and plenty of restaurants where she could earn a living.

She would not be forced into the neighbor’s bedroom anymore. Her own mother hadn’t believed her, so she would go where no one could hurt her.

FF | Traveling Home

Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The photos are taken by other Friday Fictioneers. It is not a closed group, you can join in by adding your link to the blue frog linkup on Rochelle’s page. We are allowed to use the photo in our post and encouraged to leave each other comments. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations, although I do often read Rochelle’s post before I write mine since it is right under the photo of the week. This week’s story is 100 words long. It is also a happy story. I decided to really push myself and write about something happy.

tucumcari trading post,gas station,road trip,travel,

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

Traveling Home

“We’re getting close, don’t fall asleep.”
“How close?” Jerri was anxious to see their new home.
“50 miles. This is the part of the country we’re going to live in.”
Officer Tony was excited. He had traveled out here by plane and bought a two-story home for his new bride.
“These little towns are so quaint. I really like the atmosphere though. Everyone is so nice.”
“I promise you’ll enjoy living here. My grandmother always wanted to return, she said it was like living in Mayberry.”
“As long as you don’t widow me like Aunt Bee, we’ll be just fine.”

FF | Bridge Over Troubled Waters

Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The photos are taken by other Friday Fictioneers. It is not a closed group, you can join in by adding your link to the blue frog linkup. We are allowed to use the photo in our post and encouraged to leave each other comments. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations, although I do often read Rochelle’s post before I write mine since it is right under the photo of the week. This week’s story is 101 words. I thought the bridge looked creepy but I didn’t want to write a scary story, so I went with an apocalyptic story instead. Leave me your thoughts on my story below.

covered bridge,graffitti on bridge,

PHOTO PROMPT © Peter Abbey

Bridge Over Troubled Waters
 
Skylar didn’t like heights. Captain Wheeler tried to reassure her by telling her after they crossed this bridge there would be cabins up ahead. They had been walking for weeks, looking for a hideout from the aliens, and might have finally found one.
 
As a teenager, she was expected to keep up and not whine. Skylar decided to be thankful that the boards on the bridge blocked her view of the raging river below.
 
The little band of rebel humans crossed the bridge, with tall Wheeler leading the way. Getting to stare at his behind was another reason to be thankful.

 

FF | The Last Resort

Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is not a closed group, you can join in! We are allowed to use the photo in our post and encouraged to leave each other comments. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations, although I do often read Rochelle’s post before I write mine since it is right under the photo of the week. This week’s story is 108 words. I almost left it at 119, but decided to at least try to cut it down.

medley of things,a collection,

PHOTO PROMPT © Claire Fuller

The Last Resort

Suzette stood in front of the witch’s shelf. The witch was stirring a soup pot. She had told Suzette to pick an item that tugged at her heart. When Suzette dropped it into the pot, a spell would cast over Richard and he would love her forever.

There were many interesting things but the coral caught Suzette’s eye. She turned to the Witch, who was not much older than she. The witch nodded and Suzette dropped the coral in.

“Dat boy is mine.” snarled the witch.

Suddenly Suzette was floating in the water. She swished her fins in frustration. Now she would never get a kiss from Richard.

FF | Dark Nights

Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week the photo is hers! Drop by her blog to give her some props. We are allowed to use the photo in our post and encouraged to leave each other comments. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations, although I do often read Rochelle’s post before I write mine since it is right under the photo of the week. My story is exactly 100 words long this week.

hurrican lamps,lit lamps,glass lamps,oil lamps,when the electricity goes out,

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Dark Nights

The lantern was lit. Jill lingered looking at the flame, remembering the first time she had lit a lantern. Bill had been so useless he couldn’t strike a match but Jill was blinded by love. She was 18, just out of the house, and had a man who told her she was beautiful.

Two months into her pregnancy when morning sickness hit and Bill wouldn’t work to support her, the blinders came off with his ring. Luckily the man down the street had his same brown eyes, brown hair, and gullibility. He had no idea that the child wasn’t his.

FF | The Lock

Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is not a closed group, you can join in! We are allowed to use the photo in our post and encouraged to leave each other comments. I always appreciate anyone who takes the time to leave me a comment. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations, although I do often read Rochelle’s post before I write mine since it is right under the photo of the week.

dock,bay,willow tree,

PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

The Lock

Mary sat on the dock with a net. It was small but if she could slow the monster down then people would see it.
The old fishermen had stayed quiet when she told her tale at a local shop. She described the creature in detail, its black eyes and blue skin. The women prodded her for more, giggling. Mary realized they were making fun of her.
She looked to the quiet older men for help but they just looked at their shoes. They knew none of the townsfolk believed.
The creature liked to surface on rainy days. Mary would show the others he existed.