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Friday Fictioneers ~ Jan 4

  • Copyright – Lora Mitchell
    Copyright – Lora Mitchell

     

  • Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for these wise words: Please check our Rochelle’s blog to see the rules!
  • WELCOME TO FRIDAY FICTIONEERSIf you’re looking for a good time with interesting people you’ve come to the write place. ;)

    We are a growing community of blogging writers who come together each week from all parts of the globe to share individual flash fictions from a single photo prompt. The prompt goes up early Wednesday morning  CST to give each writer time to compose a story by Friday. Some use the photo as a mere inspiration while others use it as an illustration. Use your imagination and think outside the box.

    WARNING! This is an addiction for which there is no 12 step recovery program.

  • LET’S TRY SOMETHING DIFFERENT THIS WEEK!
  • In your blog post title please label your story’s genre: Historical Fiction, Erotica, Horror, Evangelical, Humor etc.  (While profanity isn’t a genre please include  warning if you use it.) It’s a small thing but will alert readers who might possibly be offended by the nature of certain stories.  It’s also a good practice for an author to know his or her genre. Agents and editors do ask for genre right along with word count. There are few hard and fast rules in this group but I’m asking you, for everyone’s benefit, to please comply with this one.  Thank you.
  • A Romantic Mystery

 

Flickering of the fireworks lit up the house. The faint popping sounds could be heard in the eerie silence. Dusty cobwebs slowly rippled with the slight breeze of her passing. Another year passed, another  ahead of her. She stopped in the doorway. She knew she couldn’t pass through.

She saw him in the garden. He looked so sad, this man she loved with her whole heart. She wished she could touch his face, make his sadness disappear. But, she couldn’t. She could only watch as his tears slipped down his cheek. As he walked away softly saying,

“Why did I not die with you?”