Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. 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 102-words long.
PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter
Malorie watched the snow fall in despair. If she ran away tonight it would be easy to follow her. She would leave her duffel bag hidden and try again in a few days.
Her plan was to live at the homeless shelter on 40th street until she finished school. Snooty Gloria would never dare to step foot inside that place. Dumb Todd told her he would search all of the buses if she ever ran away, so Malorie decided not to leave the city, but to hide in plain sight. Her aunt and uncle could have the money, but not her.
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 99-words long.
Also, I have been using the hashtag #FridayFictioneers when I tweet a link to one of my Friday Fictioneer stories on Twitter. There are others using that hashtag too. If you have Twitter you should do the same on Fridays, maybe we could get the hashtag trending.
PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma
Tickets to Anguish
Joey stood outside, rain pouring down his back. What a fool he had been. He had trusted her to stay faithful once they were married.
“Ya gotta put a ring on it!” she had teased. “In today’s world, you can’t expect me to ignore other guys until you prove that you only want me.”
So Joey worked double shifts and saved to buy a ring. After a quick wedding he put her name on everything he owned.
Six months later she bought movie tickets and forgot to tell him. When he arrived she was walking inside with another man.
Her Cavernous Mind
Her cavernous mind
The demons laugh
The angels sigh
None of them
Finding the way out
Give her migraines
Today’s poem was written after reading a prompt from #FieryVerse on Twitter.
Today’s prompt is What is the one skill you see in other bloggers that you wish you had?
Spontaneity or the ability to write in a funny or engaging way about current topics. I would love to blog about issues and have conversations happening in my comment section. But that is something that I know I couldn’t do week after week. Instead, I just post my thoughts on Twitter or Facebook.