I’ve been a bit scattered this week but I try to never miss a Friday Fictioneers! It’s my addiction. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is our gracious hostess as always. If you want to join in the fun that is FF’s click on Rochelle’s name and it will take you to her blog where you can read the few rules we follow. Or if you just want some good reading in short form, click on Rochelle’s name, which will take you to her blog, then scroll down till you come to a blue critter. Click on it and that will take you to all the wonderful writers who write their stories, poems or whatever strikes their fancy. It all stems from the same photo which makes for interesting reading!
Honest and open criticism is always welcome, as long as it’s nicely put. I have delicate feelings. hahaha! No, really, comments are always welcomed.
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and an end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)
Make every word count.
Genre/ Gothic fiction (Yes I just had to go there) 100 words
Charlotte looked out the carriage window as it stopped. Biting her lip she thought the driver must have gotten the address wrong.
Sighing, she stepped down and shook out her dress. Adjusting her bonnet she looked around and saw nothing but ruins. She asked the driver if he was sure this was the place. He assured her solemnly that it was indeed.
Sir Roland Tussaud watched Charlotte from the shadows. The new governess was a bit plain he thought, but she would do.
His tongue felt the pricks of his teeth as they grew longer. Yes, she would do nicely.