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.  

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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).

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.  

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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.  

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

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.  

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