Thursday, October 11, 2018

The Bachelor Prince

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Now that they are breaking up, the time has come to confess, it was I who spread the tales of their romance.

You think all stories are just about sweetness and love?   Did you also think that human hair has the right tensile strength to be used as a rope? True her long attractive hair is all over her Instagram feed but none shows the prince climbing up.  And Charming? He can’t commit to just one happy ending.

He is filming the new season of the Bachelor Prince.  I hear the unlucky girl gets an apple from Snow’s step mum.

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Word Count: 100

It's time to visit the old stone house for another week of the Friday Fictioneers.

I am going for two submissions this week. The first one can be found here -> Walled In

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Walled In

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

These days I am followed by whispers wherever I go.  Surreptitious glances cast my way and knowing looks exchanged.

‘What is the truth?’ they ask.

‘Why did you keep it hidden for so long?’

The air is thick with accusations that are dense like the morning fog. 

I built walls around myself the day innocence died.  Brick by brick I built an impenetrable fortress around my fears, feelings and emotions. 

They ask for details and mock me for remembering them. 

Your power and connections may set you free now but I know each night your guilt walls you in too.

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Word Count : 100.

It's time to visit the old stone house for another week of the Friday Fictioneers.

I am going for two submissions this week. The second one can be found here -> Bachelor Prince

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Wednesday, October 03, 2018

Shell Shocked

Photo Prompt © Sandra Crook

The professor was distraught.  Only yesterday the young lady had agreed to his bumbling request of spending an afternoon together.

The day had started with great hope and anticipation.  So when she met him in his office he felt she was owed a tour.  Her obvious delight with the sea shells encouraged him in explaining the principles of Taxonomy.  Modern taxonomy emphasizes evolutionary relatedness.   By the first hour he was expanding on the topic of sorting shells by their morphological characteristics. 

“I have leave now,” she interrupted “I totally forgot a prior appointment.”

Her abrupt departure left him shell shocked.

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Word Count : 100.

We have a fine shellection of stories at the Friday Fictioneers.  To read the other authors having a shell of a time this week click here

I remembered that I had another speshell story like this before, The Shell, but I decided not to recycle it.

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Thursday, September 27, 2018

Been Stalked

PHOTO PROMPT © Yvette Prior

He strode into the room with his usual giant strides. What he really needed was shot of caffeine after his afternoon siesta.

He smiled indulgently as the room was filled with the sounds of the gentle strumming of the harp.

Good coffee and music that was all that he needed. He was glad that that coffee was always brewing, all he had to do was come into this room and it would be set up for him.

He stood and inhaled appreciatively. Something was different today. He stood there tentatively and twitching his nostrils sniffed again. “Fee fi fo fum…”

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  Word Count : 100.

Time for a coffee break at the Friday Fictioneers.  To read what's brewing with the Fictioneers this week click here

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Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Under my umbrella

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

I am never going to that restaurant. There we were having fun on the karaoke machine and this waiter asked us to stop.  We told him to stop being cranky?

Then we all called him a killjoy. You know what he said?

“I love my music and I’d even say it’s not that bad a song.  Got a nice rhythm to it and before I worked here I might have even hummed it.  But if I hear ‘Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh-eh’ one more time, I’ll seriously open the umbrella where the sun don’t shine.”

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  Word Count : 100.

Its Umbrella week at the Friday Fictioneers.  I may come back with a serious flash in which I discuss the meaning of life.  But lets have some fun first.



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Thursday, September 13, 2018

Time Out

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

He was in my shop again, the heartless man, but I suppose he was only doing his job.

He coughed discreetly, clearing his throat.

 “So you don’t know why she would be in a park at such a late hour sir?”

“No.  We don’t have any friends as such in this town, except Franz and Bertha who live next door”.

Franz that bastard! Did he think I would never find out?

I knew he would remain silent, Bertha’s family was not known for forgiveness.

“The weapon remains untraceable too”.


The cuckoo sang as the red tipped hand reached the hour.

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Here we go clocking another week of the Friday Fictioneers.

Word Count : 100.

Like last week am going for two submissions. The first one can be found here -> Inheritance

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The Inheritance

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Growing up I was fascinated by my Grandfather’s Cuckoo Clock.   It was an intricately carved clock with ornate carved bone hands and natural walnut patina.  Every hour the cuckoo sound was played, the cabin door would open and dancers would come out.  

Granddad often joked that he would leave it to me in his will.  So when I moved away I wrote letters to him so that he would not forget.


I found other interests, friends and the clock faded from my memory.   But I continued to write to him.  Till one day a letter arrived from his solicitors.

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Here we go clocking another week of the Friday Fictioneers.

Word Count : 100.

Like last week am going for two submissions. The second unrelated story can be found here -> Time Out

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Thursday, September 06, 2018

Lunatic

PHOTO PROMPT © Gah Learner

In hindsight I should have booked the weekend in Venice. Taken a Gondola ride with the gentle pulse of a gondolier’s oar setting the scene for romance. Finish the day watching the sun set behind the Venetian skyline. 

Instead I found this deal online for a prison complex turned into a boutique hotel. Only I missed reading the part about committing to an authentic experience. Which is all explained if you read the contract.

After working the prison yard we were too tired assign blame. The moon a reminder that only a lunatic would have signed up for this holiday.

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The moon shines over another week of the Friday Fictioneers.

I am going for two submissions this week. The first one can be found here -> Moon Shines Brighter Tonight

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The moon shines brighter tonight

PHOTO PROMPT © Gah Learner


The moon shines brighter tonight
I stand and gaze on its light
This our time on weekends
When we hit the town.

Those youthful days that I recall
In company of friends spinning yarns
Laced by nostalgia and a warm glow
That time brings to days gone by.

Our past years have been spent
In this very room where I now stand
Overlooking the hills in a distance
Our very own ‘room with a view’.

Not my first choice you would joke
How bare and bereft it seems now
Machines unplugged and humming no more
The moon shines brighter tonight.

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The moon shines over another week of the Friday Fictioneers.

I am going for two submissions this week. The second one can be found here -> Lunatic

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Thursday, August 30, 2018

Reflections

PHOTO PROMPT © Nathan Sowers


After she left him Gaz stopped looking at himself in mirrors. He blamed his looks for her infidelity, had he been better looking she would have stayed. In the aftermath of the betrayal the house was shorn of all mirrors.

To distract him I asked him to volunteer at the children’s cancer ward. His kindness and goofy humour won the hearts of the kids. As his confidence soared Gaz reflected that he was better off without someone who could not look beyond his appearance.

But that mirror was needed back, the children had been teasing him about his uncombed look.


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The mirror tells me it is time for another week of the Friday Fictioneers.

I am going for two submissions this week. The first one can be found here -> Fairy Tales

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Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Fairy Tales

PHOTO PROMPT © Nathan Sowers 
I recognised that mirror the moment I saw it.  My source was correct, there was treasure to be found in that market.

I disguised my eagerness and even appeared to be doing the dealer a favour by taking it off his hands.  Those goblins would sell their mother for the right price.

I couldn’t wait to get it inside the house, so I hastily unwrapped it and propped it up against the wall.

“Mirror, mirror on the wall do you have any gossip for me at all?”


This mirror was going to make my gossip column number one in Fairyland.

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The mirror tells me it is time for another week of the Friday Fictioneers.  



I am going for two submissions this week.  The second one can be found here -> Reflections 

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Wednesday, August 22, 2018

Evening Hymn

PHOTO PROMPT © Carla Bicomong

In the evening, as dusk descends we find ourselves on the banks of the river along with thousands of others.  The air is thick with incense, scented flowers and clanging bells. 

Why am I here?  Just to light a lamp and float it on the river?  Is there any meaning to my action?  These are questions that remain unanswered.

Yet when we chant the evening hymn I feel my troubles dissipate away.

I pay my salutation to the light / lamp
That brings auspiciousness; prosperity, good health,
 An abundance of money and wealth,

And the destruction of the intellect’s enemy.




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Here we go go again with another round of  Friday Fictioneers.  The floating lamps had me thinking of the floating lamps aarti in the river Ganges and the chanting of the hymn Shubham Karoti Kalyanam.

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Sunday, August 19, 2018

Smoke and Mirrors

PHOTO PROMPT © Yvette Prior

I breathe in the stale smell of regret permeating the room.  That and the fumes of alcohol mixed with cigarette smoke.

It wasn’t always like this you know.  Food was a passion and these pots that now lie empty were always in use.  She was not concerned with calorie counting and dieting fads.  And while she laughed off comments made in front of her, the online trolls typing hate online got to her.

Perfect in my eyes but she saw something else in the mirrors.

“Lose 63% more abdominal body fat”

It was not just body fat that she lost.

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Almost did not make it to this week's Friday Fictioneers.  But I decided to have a go at the very last minute.  Body dysmorphia is real.  So many young people these days are preoccupied with an imagined physical defect or a minor defect that others often cannot see.

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