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Friday Fictioneers 6/27/13

Posted: June 28, 2013 in Uncategorized

Submit a poem or short story of 100 words or less, inspired by a weekly photo in this fun, flash fiction group. You can read submissions or add your work HERE, or click on the little blue guy at the bottom. Writing tips, typo alerts and comments welcome, as long as they are respectful and helpful, not hateful.

Category: Sci-fi?

Words: 100+

Rating: PG

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She saw it, but didn’t believe it. No buses had run here for nigh on twenty years. Pulling to the berm she stopped as the door opened, releasing a man with a silver lunch box who tossed a wave over his shoulder. Fixing his eyes on her he smiled and made his way across the road. Leaning in the window he planted a kiss on her cheek.

“Hi ya doll! On time as usual!”

She screamed. This would have been normal twenty-five years ago. But she had dropped Bud at the bus stop then, and he, and the bus,  had been missing ever since .

Alastair, a talented photographer and writer has started a new fiction group that meets weekly to pen 150 words based on a photo.  Check out this weeks offering and submit one of your own HERE. You can also check out Alistair’s work at his blog.

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Ominous clouds gathered as wind churned the water into a frenzy. He never anticipated this when he talked Marcie into whitewater rafting. He had risen at five a.m., enticed her with coffee at five-thirty and was on the road by six. An ancient man with a beard gave them a safety lesson and they hit the water at eight. Marcie growled as they left the pier.

They returned three hours later as mother nature turned the world, and river, upside down. He was clawing at the bank when he saw them sink to the bottom. He had to return to the water or face certain death, or severe punishment. Diving into the froth, he held his breath as he searched the murky bottom with hands and eyes. Then he saw it. Clenching his fist, he floated up. Breaking the surface, he held them over his head..

“I found the car keys Hon!”

Her glare morphed into a smile.

 

Alastair, a talented photographer and writer has started a new fiction group that meets weekly to pen 150 words based on the photo.  Check out this weeks offering and submit one of your own HERE. Once at Alistair’s page, you can add the link to your own story with the link button. (A cute blue monster button)

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The first thing Meg noticed were the smells. Coffee, mustard and bus exhaust, then came the noise. She was in the city, her city,  but not where she should be. Walking to the corner she passed a news stand, the lead paper caught her eye. It was the picture actually, showing a set of stairs she walked everyday on her way to work. The headline read “Woman’s Body Found!”

Grabbing a paper she started to read as she made her way to 2nd street, hoping she wasn’t too late for work. The story related the tale of a woman in a dark blue pants suit, with open toed pumps. She appeared to be about thirty years old with auburn hair. A gold bracelet with a kitten charm was on her left wrist. Her blood ran cold, the article described her outfit, and her to a tee. The killer was still at large.

Then she saw the time stamp on the photo, 03/06/2014, it was March of 2013 when she dressed and left for work. Why hadn’t the vendor yelled when she took the paper without paying?

“Hello? She yelled, but nobody turned. “Somebody hear me, see me please!”

She was met with silence. She touched a man and he passed, her touch unnoticed. Then she saw a man in a yellow hoodie duck into a liquor store, and she recognized that hoodie. The reason for her return was obvious. Ducking into the store she planned her attack and how to expose her killer.

Picture it & Write is a weekly creative writing exercise.  Talented writers from around the world submit their own stories based on a photo prompt, flash fiction style. I strive to keep up with this group as it stirs my creative juices and pushes me when I need pushed. You can read the stories or submit your own 250 word, (give or take a few words) story Here.

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Making her way to the studio, she intended to call Max for lunch, but she stopped in the door, gasping at the giant eye staring at her. The studio was empty so she wandered around the easel, examining the eye, then she flipped through the canvases stacked  against the walls. Death, darkness, gloom and doom. Women with dark eyes, hearts dripping blood, bleak abandoned houses filled with spirits. Couldn’t he paint a thing of beauty just once? The news, the papers, the WORLD was filled with violence and sadness! Just once she wished he would paint a sunset, or a pretty girl picking flowers.

When Max entered the studio he called out, “You like it?”

‘NO!” she screamed, snatching the scissors, plunging them into his chest until he stopped screaming. “Now there will be a bit less darkness, and violence in the world,” she smiled, dropping the scissors on the table as she made her way toward lunch.

Submit a poem or short story of 100 words or less, inspired by a weekly photo in this fun, flash fiction group. You can read submissions or add your work HERE, or click on the little blue guy at the bottom. Writing tips, typo alerts and comments welcome, as long as they are respectful and helpful, not hateful.

Category: Fantasy?

Words: 100

Rating: Teen or older

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“Stretch Armstrong here, reporting from what can only be described as chaos. Casualties are piling up like cord wood. Indescribable horror, Potato Head is searching for eyes, hot wheels are over-turned, transformers are sorting dislodged parts.  Pure madness?”

Turning to his left, he gasped, Weebles were falling like winter snow under the tall blonde’s stilettos. Pissed because they wobbled, refusing to fall down, she kicked her way through the mass until she reached the clown. Lifting him over her head, she slam dunked him into the foam piano.

“For the last time, stay out of my make-up!” Barbie screamed.

Submit a poem or short story of 100 words or less, inspired by a weekly photo in this fun, flash fiction group. You can read submissions or add your work HERE, or click on the little blue guy at the bottom. Writing tips, typo alerts and comments welcome, as long as they are respectful and helpful, not hateful.

Category: Writing

Words: 98

Rating: PG-13

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“Talk about brain-dead!” she shouted. 

Every week a small group of talented writers gathered together over a shared photo prompt, to write a story. Only this week, NOTHING! She gazed at the picture and thought about teen fads, twisted kids with sewing needles, serial killers who left odd clues and particle accelerators, but still she drew a blank! What was left? A circus train accident? Cloning, genetic mutation?

Flipping her computer the bird, she grabbed a beer, signed off and leaned into her lounge chair to watch the frogs around her pond.

“Maybe next week,” she muttered.