February 5, 2014 – Life, Love & Strength

Hello people! I’m earlier than usual with my Friday Fictioneer story, but I’m having a super busy week and I didn’t want to take the chance of missing it. It’s a hard one too this week, well for me it is. I really had to think about it.

If you would like to read more great stories based on the same picture or maybe participate, click here to read the few rules we try to follow and don’t forget to read our hostess’s great story too! If you just want to read more stories, click here and enjoy!

One more thing, if you like FF’s, Michael from Morpethroad and I did a longer story based on a couple of our Friday Fictioneer flash stories. If you would like to read it, please click the name The Cat People of Kagir Manor and we would be happy to have you read it. Thanks!

THE CHALLENGE:

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.)

THE KEY:

MAKE. EVERY. WORD. COUNT.

Genre: Fiction (99 words)

“That old hotel had some pretty good lamps left Helen.”

“Sure did Sam! We should make one more run, ‘fore it gets blown up today.”

“Was talking to those demolition guys yesterday. It’s not scheduled till 3 pm.”

“Lot’s of time left. We should stop for a burger first.”

After burgers and cokes Helen and Sam snuck unnoticed into the old hotel to grab the rest of their loot.

A few blocks away the demolition boss spoke to his men.

“I know its early Bill, but it’s all clear, might as well get it done.”

Minutes later the hotel was just dust and rubble.

Part 3 of the Cat People of Kagir Manor! This is an ongoing story Michael and I wrote. Please give it a read and let us know what you think! Part 4 coming soon! Thank you!

Morpethroad

To catch up with the previous parts

http://summerstommy.com/2014/02/03/the-cat-people-of-kagir-manor-part-1/

https://jlroeder.wordpress.com/2014/02/04/the-cat-people-of-kagir-manor-part-2/

With the echoes of Hotel California in his mind Michael turned to see his four friends all looking towards him as if seeking direction and god forbid, guidance.

There was a cat like utterance heard and suddenly there was movement in the room. The guests all went back to what they were doing before the men arrived. Michael and his friends became aware of a new movement in the room.

Around the perimeter of the room was a line of smaller cat like creatures. The men were later to learn that these were the servant class or the ‘Purrs’, which had its own irony, as they didn’t purr at all. They spoke in low squeak tones, a language that was unique to them. They were overseen by the one cat person who most intimidated Michael and his friends.

This was Silkis…

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