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Friday Fictioneers ~~ Feb 14, 2014

Yes, yes, I know it’s only Wednesday, but I have a busy schedule this week and I didn’t want to miss anything. And as Janet has so nicely provided the picture (great one at that), I wanted to get my story in.

Now most of you know the drill by now. We take a picture and write a 100 word story about that picture. It’s great fun and it helps to tighten your writing, so it’s a win-win challenge! If you would like to join us, just click on our hostess’s name, that would be Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, and you can read the few rules we try to uphold. 

If you just want to read more great stories based from the same photo, click here and there you are! Read, enjoy, comment!

copyright Janet Webb
copyright Janet Webb


Gazing at her painting, he thought he captured her allure. His lady in red. His lady in distress.

Blonde hair piled high, red lips with just a hint of pout, a true beauty.

She told of a husband that didn’t love her, a stifling of life that didn’t suit her.

With a shimmer of tears in her eyes, she said she needed to be free.

He agreed to free her of her burdens, for a price.

Sipping the Sangria she loved so much, he wondered how she fared in prison.

As he was the undercover cop who put her there.

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Friday Fictioneers ~~ Feb 7, 2014

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!


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.)




Copyright – Dawn M. Miller
Copyright – Dawn M. Miller


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.

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Friday Fictioneers ~~ Jan 31, 2014

Hello people!

Welcome to my blog, my home away from home. No, wait a minute, that should be my ‘other’ home. Because I am home, but on the computer (where I usually am) so this is my other home. Confused yet? No? I’ll have to try harder next time. Ha-ha!

Well, it’s time for some fun Friday Fictioneer time again. I want to thank our hostess who is ever so clever, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, she puts up with all of us every week. If you want to read other great stories just give Rochelle’s name a click and enjoy!

Now on with the show!

Copyright -Claire Fuller
Copyright -Claire Fuller



Genre: Fiction (100 words)

No one was around, too early for the first shift of workers. Walking  to the back side of the building Margot crouched down and lifted something from the bushes.

As she strode to the left corner of the shop she hit her arm against the building and fell to her knees in pain.

Her bandaged arm was bleeding again where the hand used to be. Biting her lip, she staggered up and continued. They refused her compensation for her loss, said she had been careless. Then they fired her.

A quiet whoosh sounded as she dropped the match on the gas and walked away.