Thursday, June 27, 2019

Drama Queen

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

As a performer she was peerless.  All she needed was a willing audience and she would feed off their emotions.  Draw them in to her world where fiction and truth would tango together. She knew she was meant for a bigger stage and bided her time. 

Then she met him, she knew was destined to be his queen.  As a widowed father all he needed to see was her nurturing nature to be sure.  So she played the part and spun a web so sweet and caring.

And now in the royal chamber she stands.


“Mirror, mirror on the wall.”

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

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Thursday, June 20, 2019

The Travellers


PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“Nervous?”

The gentleman in an airline uniform gives me a kind smile.   I suppose it’s on my face, this journey that I never wanted to take but am now booked to go.

“A little” I reply.

“Relax,” he says “It will be over before you know”.

 I take another look at his startling green eyes in a face that is wrinkled like a prune.

I nod at the other travellers, “I expected it to be different, not such an orderly wait.”

He laughs.

“We do need to update the books.   I am Charon and I’ll be flying your craft today.”

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

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I am sorry I didn't rite last week, I was just going through a bad spell ;-)

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Sunday, June 09, 2019

Sole Owner

PHOTO PROMPT © Ceayr

She always looked forward going back to her house after a day of hard work.  To the welcoming blue hues and the masses of flowers in the many pots that were dotted all over the place.  

The ochre coloured steps that she walked up on her return and the pristine white wooden doors that she entered to be in her own paradise.  In the evening she would bake.  

It was a world far removed from the chaotic mess of her mother’s house where she grew up with her many siblings.  You know the old woman who lived in a shoe.  

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 Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

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Phew! Just about made it this week.

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Friday, May 24, 2019

End Game


PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

She listened as the laughter of children playing reverberated outside.  A tiny smile flitted around her lips watching them play.

She hadn’t imagined such happiness a year ago.  Not since her son’s last birthday when she had stepped into her pantry only to be confronted by the sight of her husband and best friend locked in a passionate embrace.   

After the shock came months of false reconciliation, continued cheating and lying.  The deception plunged her in depression till she found the strength to walk away.

She should have had done this much before and pinned the tail on the donkey.

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 Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

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Wednesday, May 15, 2019

Interrogation

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The captors guided me blindfolded into the room.

“Take them off”, that voice, where have I heard it before?

I blinked under the harsh spotlight but I could make out a purple wraith holding a photograph. 

“What do you see?” she asked.

It had to be her, the famed purple ringleader.

“Answer or I’ll gie ye a skelpit lug!“

The Scotsman? Here? Am I going to get out alive?

“Potty humour is a safe option” said the red nosed guy.

“Alright,” I screamed, “the photo has nothing to do with the story.”

Then I woke up.


But it could happen.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

Have you ever wondered what it might be to write a story that does not match the photo?  Yeah, me too, especially after a few writers go missing....

Alas the limit of a hundred word leaves most of you out but I did think of you ;-)



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Thursday, May 09, 2019

Boundaries

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

It didn’t take long after the snow had melted for people start pouring in.  They said that this area would be fertile and produce enough to feed the world.

In the beginning it was enough to have your farm’s geographical boundaries stored in the central database.  But as the deluge of people continued, those markings counted for nothing.  The squatters resorting to brutal intimidation to claim more land and that’s when the electric fences became more popular. 

But when the harvests failed, the land was abandoned again.  Melting the polar caps with nuclear missiles was probably not the best idea.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

Finally a Friday Fiction post written on a Friday.  The thought of burying a body or few under that bleak landscape did cross the mind, but in the end I went for the mildly dystopian tale (now that's a new genre).

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Sunday, May 05, 2019

Melting Words

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
There was only one reason that made me walk to Synagogue Street on Saturdays.  It wasn’t for the old Irani food joints that lined the street selling enticing kebabs and sweet chai.

It was to catch a glimpse of Esther she walked with her family to the imposing red building.  A hint of smile flitted on her lips as she walked past me.  Next Monday in school she would ask how my weekend went while I’d stammer and talk about cricket.


A lifetime later I reminisce and think of all the words I should have said to melt her heart.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

I couldn't let the weekend go without contributing to the prompt.  Technically it's Monday here but being a public holiday I'll take this opportunity to slip this in.  So I dug in to the memory of a building that I'd seen in my childhood and used that as a story.  For those interested here is a link to an article about the Indian Jewish actresses who once ruled the Hindi cinema  https://www.bh.org.il/blog-items/bollywoods-jewish-superstar-actresses/



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Thursday, April 25, 2019

Charmed

Copyright Sandra Crook

She was cold, impervious and totally resistant to my charms. The one bridge I could never cross, surprising as the charm had done its trick before.   I mean just look at my track record.  Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, those chicks were putty in my hand. 


But that chick that Rumple spun straw into gold for.  We auditioned together but she told the Grimm brothers that she wanted a King not a Prince.  That nut just wanted her to spin straw into gold! The IRS is on to those schemes now and King owns them big time in back repayments.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

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Lest We Forget

Copyright Sandra Crook
I close my eyes and recall the smell of the salty sea breeze mixed with the stench of death.  Even after these years the cries of my fellow soldiers reverberate in my ears.  The beach, littered with wounded men – English, French, Indians, New Zealanders and Australians.

My corps handled the supply Mules that serviced areas where motor transport was impossible. But we were under constant sniper and machine gun fire during the day. My brother was shot and died as I held him. Those heartrending final moments on the beach etched in my mind forever. 

Remember them Lest We Forget.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

On 25th April being Anzac day I decided to write an Anzac themed story.  Around 15000 Indian soldiers fought in Gallipoli but for a long time their contribution remained unknown.  Fortunately this is changing.  In total around 74187 Indian troops died during World War 1.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

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Friday, April 19, 2019

Told you snow

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Old Ed didn’t really believe in climate change and fossil fuel alternatives.

“If God didn’t want us to drive big SUVs, he would never have given us gas.”

Burning carbon was never an issue with him.

“No man can eat a charcoal grilled steak and not have tears of joy.  It’s not just the factories that need coal”.

Global warming was all a big conspiracy because carbon dioxide “literally cannot cause global warming.”

“No way the Earth is getting warmer, these temperatures are normal”.

Unfortunately it snowed this summer.


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Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100




I don't know where you are at the Climate Change debate but we have to accept that human influence is also a contributory factor to climate change. For this reason alone the changes we make now will impact the future. And then there is Ed and that other guy whose tweet I have linked ;-)

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Friday, April 05, 2019

Crown of Thorns

PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio

Locked in your embrace I begin to bleed
Bloodied rags lie scattered across the room
I hide these wounds from the world
My secret ornaments lest they look at me askance.

I smile at the strangers who stare
Shining a harsh light upon my veiled life
Conjuring up explanations for my appearance
Deflecting and assigning blame to myself

To others we shine in the light of the day
I fear sunsets as my quivering heart attests
So when tempests rage in hidden sight
I question myself when will the storm subside

And why do I wear this crown of thorns?

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

This week's prompt did present some prickly problems so I decided to go the poetic route on a subject that is a scourge on the society.

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Thursday, March 28, 2019

Yarn Spinner

PHOTO PROMPT© Sandra Crook
I was at the pub when the bartender told the bloke sitting beside me, “No more for you mate, time to go home.”

I turned but he saw me staring and curling his lips, snarled, “What? You want to guess my name too?”

“Not me buddy,” I replied in a conciliatory tone, “It’s been a tough day.”

I called the bartender, “One last one for me and my buddy here”.

He mellowed down and started to chat.


“I spin straw into gold.  You scoff but those skills made a loser peasant girl into a Queen. The name, sir, is Rumpelstiltskin.”

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

All that yarn meant I had to spin up a tale for this week.  When I wrote that title I did but wonder where the Friday Fictioneer's missing contributor Yarn Spinner is these days.

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And on the subject of Queens, here is a great song.

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