Wednesday, August 26, 2015

The Keepers

PHOTO PROMPT – © Claire Fuller


“What’s he done now?” I ask as they bring him in.

I get a sullen look from the guard instead.

He winks at me, the cheeky bastard, ignoring the shackles.

“I expect better service at your establishment this time landlord”

They follow me to the portal chamber and I pick the first entrance.  Three twists to the right and two to the left.  The strong stench of sulphur assails my nostrils. He will soon find the changes that we’ve made.

“I expect a five star rating” I say as I push him through. We have outsourced his keep to Hell.


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Written for the Friday Fictioneers  Word Count : 100.  

To read the other Friday Fictioneers prisoners go here


Still shuttling between two cities.  Working in Sydney during the week and in Brisbane for the weekend.  Which made me miss a post last week  So rather than become a prisoner of work I'll put an entry in today (or way past midnight).

Saturday, August 15, 2015

The Legend of 'Fatty' McLoud

copyright – Madison Woods

‘Fatty’ McLoud was a target of pranks in College. He bore them all with a smile that made his tormentors uncomfortable and remorseful.

The year he turned into a hero was when the “Burger Eating Championship” came to town.  The title holder, a scrawny morose looking youth, who surfaced once a year in a gluttonous orgy leaving rivals writhing with tummy aches.

The competition was fierce and then there were only two methodically masticating away.

It was over when the champion unbuttoned his jeans and groaned.  Like a moth to a flame ‘Fatty’ reached out and wolfed down another burger.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers  Word Count : 100.  

To sample the tasty fare by other Friday Fictioneers  go here

Saturday, August 08, 2015

Transformed

PHOTO PROMPT -© Madison Woods

The wind rustles through the branches. Portends are ominous and I must prepare myself.  My fingers stiffen as the wretched claws unsheathe and the fangs force their way out. An intense pain shoots through my body as my bones crackle while breaking and reforming. The colors fade yet I see more clearly in the yellow light.

In this excruciating moment my heart shrinks and I am rendered speechless as my vocal cords transform. 

My spine enlarges and hunches over. A snout emerges for my face and long hair sprouts from my body.


Transformed I gaze at the moon and howl.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers  Word Count : 100.  

To read the 'mooning' stories by other Friday Fictioneers  go here

Sending best wishes for a speedy recovery to our fearless Friday Fictioneer commander Rochelle

Sunday, August 02, 2015

Message in a Bottle

PHOTO PROMPT © G.L. MacMillan.
  
When my father died he left us a cabin by the lake and a collection of bottles and jars.  My parents had separated when we were young but each year he reminded us of his presence with voluminous letters in his unruly scrawl.

They mentioned in detail the trips he took in his job as a wilderness trail guide and always ended with a reminder to be good and not trouble anyone.


When we opened the cabin the bottles glowed like an iridescent necklace in the sunlight.  A message inside each, as if he had bottled love in a jar.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers  Word Count : 100.  

To read the other Friday Fictioneers have been bottling go here

Still shuttling between cities, was home for the weekend and now back to Sydney. 

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Snow


PHOTO PROMPT © Dee Lovering

Every winter you would find him at the town centre.  Undeterred by the weather he would make the journey by foot.  If the stalls were open he’d have the hot dog with onion relish and hot mustard.  
Then buy an ice cream cone (“Ice Cream If You Dare”) from the same vendors. He would then take a stroll, indulging in banter at the various stalls.

It hadn’t always been like that especially when he reappeared.  Sullen glances followed him.  His banter met with gruff responses and hostility, the town hostile over his early release and the circumstances of her death.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers  Word Count : 100.  

To read the other Friday Fictioneers snowflakes go here

Travelling for work this week.  This post comes from the chillier climes of Sydney. 



Sunday, July 19, 2015

Ding dong! The bells are gonna chime.

He felt a sharp nudge in his ribs followed by a voice in a brusque tone

“Réveille-toi!”

Inside his head the heavy metal drummer had stepped up the beat and his head throbbed like a nightclub past the midnight hour.

An eyelid strained to open in response to the angry voices.  

Where was he?  He struggled into a sitting position,  There was someplace he was supposed to be today but where? A celebration happened last night. Someone was getting married today.  

Him! The geometric pattern of the hotel roof came into view and a wave of nausea swept over him.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers  Word Count : 100.  

To read what the other Friday Fictioneers have been upto go here

Phew! Made it in this week.  Was moving homes last week and was internet free for five days.  Oh the horrors!  But the kids survived.
Also very flattered to find that one of my old FF posts was selected as 
Top 14 Short Stories Blog Post of Last Month (MAY 2015) on the Baggout site.  I'll take it even though the caption is incorrect and I forgot to give them an author bio ("I write" that should be enough).  

Friday, July 03, 2015

Vincent Van Caught

PHOTO PROMPT – © Jean L. Hays

When Vincent was five his parents organised an exhibition of his paintings at home.  Mother really wanted to book the local art gallery but Father baulked at the costs.  Still invitations were sent and a caterer provided hors d’oeuvre and drinks.

Mother said that Art brings about a refining quality.  While Vincent was her womb she read aloud the lives of famous artists and their techniques.   She felt vindicated by the artwork that Vincent produced at the childcare.

At eighteen Vincent was caught spraying profane graffiti ranting against art.  The local newspaper reported the 'artistic vandal'.  Mother was so proud.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers  Word Count : 100.  

To visit the Friday Fictioneers gallery and browse through the works of the other artists go here