Friday Fictioneers – Illumination

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Prompt by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Gorgeous light feature. Well done, city council.
It is good to see our taxes spent on beautifying the streets.
A quiet night though.

Pity there aren’t more people out to enjoy the installation.
Where is everyone tonight? Late night shopping. A lovely warm evening.
Usually the streets are packed.

My friends should be here though. Said to meet outside the Igis.
Squelch. What was that? I’ve stood on something? Can’t see …
No, hang on! There was a family up ahead. Where …?

Not lights. Some sort of alien creature. Suckers?
NO! NO! Oh no!! This is bad! (98 words)

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

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Friday Fictioneers – Connection

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

“Those need sorting,” Janet muttered to herself as she passed the dusty collection of photos. Her only connection to a mother she barely knew; to a life she yearned for.

Stirring the pile, Janet chose one photo and wondered: “Is that me, in the arms of my mum?”

So many strangers, who might not be. It was disquieting and intriguing!

Fear, her constant friend, hollered “Don’t ask; don’t seek. They won’t want you!”

Hope, a new quieter voice, whispered “Love is worth the effort!”

Trembling, she turned the photo and read out loud “Sister Annie, with Janet, 1953”.

Aunty and child.

Janet smiled.

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Friday Fictioneers – distraction

Friday Fictioneers – distraction
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PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

Tip toe, through the tulips … through the tulips ….

Walking a concrete jungle, rain moistened; a slippery surface of fallen leaves

Humming to myself, lost in the freshness of clean, sweet-smelling air

Eyes part-closed, lost in solitude, the silence, the wetness

A babble, a murmur, a shuffling of feet, breaks into my reverie

Awakening to the world, intruded upon by chatter, by clatter

Opening my eyes to umbrellas!

Looking ahead, I walk on by, distracted momentarily

Dismissing the absurd, retreating to my bliss, humming to myself …. through the tulips, with me

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

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Friday Fictioneers – Shadow

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carrol

Thief of necessity, through open door
Into empty room, creeps
Heart thumps, breathing stutters
Nerves tingle, anxiety builds

Breeze drifts, into the room
Instinct to flee, peaks
Shadows shift, thunder booms
Wings beat, feel the fear

Food the imperative, urge to escape
Hunt in earnest, tweets
Fear looms large, hunger prevails
Shadows swoop, time presses

Crash from above, threat extreme
Sensory overload, heats
Panic, retreat, needs reassessed
Fear the victor, hunger abandoned

Escape now paramount, hunger flees
Weight of danger, presses
Beating madly, wings work hard
Shadows surrender to sunlight, enlightened

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Friday Fictioneers – The Japanese Garden

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Photo prompt copyright CEAyr

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Simply designed and aesthetically pleasant

Peace and tranquility; balanced with care

ponds of Koi add colour and serenity

and a taste tease for passing pets

Pebble paths, raked fine or paths paved wide and straight

lead the guest – winding or pacing

to interesting spaces with interesting traits

and quirky surprises

Bonsai trees; aged and perfect; delicate and refined

Encouraged with love and meticulous binding

A joy to behold

and treasured through time

Partnered with architecture; imbued with history

Elements of stone, wood, bamboo and flora

Creating an image of spiritual aura;

and a sense of mystery

Springs suddenly youth, impressively so

Cherry blossom – pink, white or red

Struts and blooms; then petals drop

BEHOLD

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This is my submission for Friday Fictioneers 5 October 2016.
Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who kindly supports Friday Fictioneers through her website. Photo credit to CYAyr.
The idea is to fashion a story that has a beginning, middle, and end and within 100 words.

Beloved – Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers August 17th

Smooth pebbles litter the beach and stepping through them, I stumble

Laughing, I push windswept hair out of my eyes looking ahead, for my beloved

6ft, fit and carefree, he clambers, crawls and skips over stones and puddles

As I fall, I cry out; when I look up he is by my side, hand outstretched

The devotion and concern in his face renews my confidence in him

And as he lifts me to my feet, we gently kiss and he leads me carefully

Away from the pebbled and precarious ground, to the beach sand and safety

This is my submission for Friday Fictioneers.  Photo credit to © Janet Webb . And thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who kindly supports Friday Fictioneers through her website.
The idea is to fashion a story that has a beginning, middle, and end and within 100 words.

Flash Fiction – Imagination

PHOTO PROMPT © Mary Shipman

I wake in the dark with bruise-like pain around my middle.

In complete darkness, with no sense of what surrounds me, I get to my knees and try to stand.

My eyes strain to see and my ears stretch to hear any sound.

A fluttering and as I recognise movement I notice a soft breeze, salt on my tongue and something else; bats?

Memories of stories – blood sucking, webbed wings and screeching. Are they hiding and waiting; holding their breath? If they cry, my heart will stop.

Bright lights; I scream and scream again at the movement – of sheets from the ceiling.

This is my submission for Friday Fictioneers.  Photo credit to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who kindly supports Friday Fictioneers through her website. The idea is to fashion a story that has a beginning, middle, and end and within 100 words.