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Friday Fictioneers ~~ Jan 17, 2014

Whew! I didn’t think I was going to make it this week. Yesterday my computer died on me. Well, didn’t die, die, it was more like had dying fits. Scared the crap out of me as I cannot afford a new one!

So I finally had to ‘refresh’ my computer all the way back to when I first bought it. Yup, had to clean it out right down to the bare bones. Then I had to re-add all my apps, programs, browser and anything else I feel was necessary to my little world. What a pain in the ass! Took me all dang day!

Still haven’t gotten everything back yet either. I finally ran out of steam last night, my eyes were crossing and my head was hurting. So today I thought I would add back as I need it. So far my computer is running like brand new.  Well, it’s been having problems for a couple of months now. I foolishly it seems, installed windows 8.1 (I had windows 8) and ever since I did that my computer would not work right. My printer died and my virus program would not do its job. Nothing but issues, issues, issues.

So I would suggest to anyone who has windows 8, leave it alone. Do NOT install windows 8.1, as it messes things up. Of course I failed to read all the forums and articles about windows 8.1 before I installed it. It seems it’s a common complaint that things fail to work after installing it.

Anyway, enough of my whining. On to the Friday Fictioneers! You all know the drill, go visit our hostess’s website Addicted to Purple and read the few rules we writers try to follow. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is our hostess and puts up the picture we are to write our 100 word story about. Great fun with great writers!

This week’s photo is:

Copyright – Erin Leary
Copyright – Erin Leary

 

Genre: Horror? (100 words)

 

The moon was full, bright, even behind the clouds.

Standing behind a huge barren tree, Michael watches the glints on the water. The myth was every 13 years when the full moon rises, the witch of Kagir shows herself and waits for the man who promised to wed her.

Michael was fascinated with this story and wanted to see the witch himself. It was an obsession. Glancing at his watch he saw it was 12:13.

Hearing a low keening behind him, he turns and sees the witch. He stumbles  as she beckons him forward.

A poster in town, several months later.

“Missing: Michael Morrey”