Day 23 NaHaiWriMo 2017

biting blindly
people act like animals
but pretend they’re better

 
Yesterday’s prompt was “human nature.” How do you think I did?

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Day 20 NaHaiWriMo 2017

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Symanntha Renn

ripe strawberries
the tart taste of summer
tall girl child

 

Today’s prompt is “nature” but something unique to your region. I tried and tried to think of something but couldn’t think of anything that was worthy of a haiku. So I wrote about my family picking fresh produce in our own gardens and how many of us are redheads.

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Day 8 NaHaiWriMo 2017

opening the door

not ready to face the day

slow blooming flower

Today’s prompt is “opening.” My brain is trying to go in 3,000 different directions at once, so this is the haiku you get today.

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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!

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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 | A Spy’s Lunch

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 116-words long. I tried to cut it down, but I was afraid it wouldn’t make sense, or pull you in, if I cut anymore.

blue neon lights,60s diner,blue lights,

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

  A Spy’s Lunch

Really? Thought Jay. Patriot’s Diner.

When the blonde waitress seated him, he asked for an Orange Crush and a plain hamburger.

The order was a signal to the manager that he was a spy and needed this month’s recording. The manager always put the USB in the bun.

Jay wondered if the waitress knew. He didn’t smile when accepted his food. He wanted to seem mysterious.

“Thanks hon’.” He said in a deep voice.

The waitress smiled and went on her way. Jay managed to eat the dry hamburger and get the USB in his pocket.

Later in the car, as he convulsed from the poison, he decided the waitress probably knew he was a spy.

 

FF | The Wedding Present

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 lovely photo is hers. You can join in by adding a link to your story to the blue frog link-up on Rochelle’s post for the week. 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 109 words long.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

  The Wedding Present

He asked why she was sitting at the window. Most women, cheeks puffy from having a tooth pulled, wouldn’t. Jael pointed out the dun at the sale pen. She wondered who would buy him. Her husband did not comment but instead asked if she felt up to eating. When she replied no, he quietly ate while she sat glancing toward the window. He told her to lay down while he went on his afternoon stroll. Much to her surprise when he returned, it was with the dun. They had been married for a year and he was learning at 43 how to be a loving husband.

FF | Third Wheel

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 99 words long.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields

Third Wheel

It was easy to pretend that they were just camping and could return to regular life as soon as they drove back into town. It was easy to forget WWIII.

“I think your mind must have quiet, every week, to be able to process things.”

Sally had taken on a philosophical bent this last month. Joe had learned to ride out her phases. He grunted as he stirred the pot of beans over the fire.

“I really don’t mind that you accidently killed the last friend we made because he talked a lot and I really need my quiet.”

 

 

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.

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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.

 

 

 

Finding the Light

large luna moth,green moth,beautiful moth,

moonbeams and starlight
the moth can’t see them for
fluorescent lights
  July 1, 2015

 

Sometimes we are surrounded by so many fake things, that we fail to see what is real.

This haiku was inspired by a writing prompt from #haikuthrowdown on Twitter.

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.

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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.

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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.