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Friday Fictioneers ~~~ Oct 17, 2014

Friday Fictioneer is where around 100 people write a 100 word story based on the same picture. It’s a wonderful way of honing your writing craft or just reading some great writers.

Rochelle is our fearless leader in this writing party. Thank you Rochelle!  Click on Rochelle’s name and it will take you to her blog. That’s where you can read her amazing stories every week, or you can scroll down till you meet the blue critter, click on him and be taken to a land of many stories. Or even better join us!

 

 

Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy
Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

 

 

Genre: Literary Fiction (100 words)

 

Julie looked inside her dad’s workshop and shook her head at the mess.

“Dad, I was after you for years to clean this place up! Now that you’re dead it’s up to me.”

As she looked  around, still muttering sadly, her eyes fell on a plaque on a corner table. She stepped closer as she recognized the shells on it. Those were hers from when she was a kid! Her dad kept them all these years.

Julie picked up the plaque and saw written on the back in her Dad’s shaky handwriting.

‘To my daughter who always made an old man proud.’

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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!

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.

 

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 10, 2014

Hello People! Today is Friday! You all know what that means. Friday Fictioneer time!

For those that might not know what Friday Fictioneers are, let me tell you. This is a great group of people who write flash fiction (100 words) based on one photo that is generously provided by one of us. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is our hostess every week. We have a few rules we try to follow, which can be found on Rochelle’s blog Addicted to Purple. If you are interested in joining us, please do! Or if you are interested in reading the many and various stories, again click on Rochelle’s name, scroll down till you meet the little blue guy and click on him. That will take you to all the great stories based from the same picture.

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.

 

Copyright-Dawn Q. Landau
Copyright-Dawn Q. Landau

 

Genre: Literary Fiction (100 words)

 

“Isn’t the water beautiful Margaret?”

“Sure is Bart. We’ve been walking a long time, is it much farther?”

“Shouldn’t be too far. Just look at that sky!”

“That cloud reminds me of a dragon! Look Bart!”

“I see it, Margaret.”

” I’m so glad we took this vacation. Just what we needed, Bart.”

“I know my dear. After the year we had, we deserve some down time.”

“Are we close yet Bart?”

“I think I see it up ahead Margaret!”

“Thank goodness!”

“Here you go! Not exactly the stairway to Heaven, is it?”

“It is when you have a full bladder!”

 

 

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Friday Fictioneers ~~ Jan 3, 2014

Hello people! A new year begins with a whole year of the Friday Fictioneers to look forward to!

I hope everyone had a wonderful New Year’s eve and rocked in the New Year like you wanted. Now today is for relaxing and getting ready to tackle this brand new, sparkly new year the way YOU want to! That’s what I’m doing.

Anyway, most of you know the drill by now, but if I have any new readers, Friday Fictioneers is where a bunch of very talented writers get together every Friday (it actually starts on Wednesdays)  to write a 100 word story based on a picture that some kind soul lets us borrow. One picture, lots of writers writing stories based from the same picture. What you get is a wide range of stories that will make you smile, cry, laugh, shudder (in fear), gasp, shake your head at, and marvel that so many stories can come from one source.

Thanks go out to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for being the kind and benevolent hostess that she is. If anyone is interested in joining us, please click on her name and read her blog for the few rules we go by. If you just want to read many great story tellers, again click on her name and scroll down to the little blue guy and click on him and then read to your heart’s content.

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.

The picture this week is from Rochelle’s daughter-in-law. It’s Rochelle’s grandchild and the dog actually climbs the tree! I believe her as I had a dog who loved to climb trees too. Then she would jump onto the roof of the house and that’s when I would have to rescue her. She could climb trees and come down from trees, but once she was on the roof (one big tree was close to the house) she was helpless. But she was on the small size and would jump right down into my arms. I miss that dog!

dog in tree

 

 

 

Genre: Literary Fiction (100 words)

“Hey Ralph! Can you see it yet?”

“Not so loud! Your mom will hear!”

“Nah, she’s busy with the laundry.”

“She would freak if she knew how well you really talk.”

“Like she wouldn’t freak if she found out her dog talks?”

“Adults don’t hear us animals talk, only special kids do.”

“Well do you see it yet?”

“All I see is the neighbors crazy cat talking to a scared looking mouse.”

“At least he’s just talking.”

“I see it!”

“FedEx is here! Grandma said she was sending me a new toy bike! It’s here!”

“I’m coming down!”

“Hurry up!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Friday Fictioneers ~~ Dec 13, 2013

Ah, Friday again and Friday the 13th no less! I’ve always enjoyed Friday the 13’s, they have been pretty lucky for me (I need to remember to play the lottery today).

But for this Friday it’s also Friday Fictioneer time! Time for another 100 word challenge. So come join me to read along or to participate, either will do! Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the hostess of course and on her blog you will find the few rules we live by (or not) and also a little blue critter you can click on that will take you to many other great writers who have posted a story based on the same picture.

Enjoy yourself!

 

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.

 

Copyright – Adam Ickes
Copyright – Adam Ickes

 

Genre: Literary Fiction (100 words)

 

The boots stood on the pier in the early morning sunshine. That’s all that was left of her.

People searched for days, weeks, months and never found a trace of anything else.

It was like she was whisked into nothingness, taken right out of those boots.

 

The night before a multi-million dollar jewel went missing from the museum. The theft happened in the middle of the night by an expert burglar. That morning she disappeared, told her husband she was going for her usual morning hike. Nobody connected the two.

Laying in the sun, sipping a Mai Tai, she hummed, “These boots were made for walking.”

 

 

 

 

 

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Friday Fictioneers ~~ December 6, 2013

Ah Friday once more. You all know the drill by now, but I’ll refresh your memory just in case. Friday Fictioneer’s is hosted by our own gracious and pixie like Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, close to 100 writers from all genres write a flash fiction piece based from the same photograph. You’ll find anything and everything under the sun and moon story wise. It makes for fascinating reading. Just click on Rochelle’s name and be whisked off for a magic carpet ride. Scroll down her page and click on the little blue guy to find  all those other great stories. Don’t forget to read Rochelle’s great little ET’ish story too! Thanks all!

 

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.

 

 

Copyright -Randy Mazie
Copyright -Randy Mazie

 

Genre: Literary Fiction (100 words)

He jumped down from the half boarded window.  Dust swirled upward, tickling his nose. As he held back a sneeze his eyes adjusted to the shadows.

Listening, he glanced upward, the silence was broken by a soft coo from the nesting pigeons in the rafters.  Dinner tonight, he knew.

He walked over to a darker corner where a pallet of blankets lay on the floor. Crouching beside it he turned over the woman lying there.

Slowly her eyes opened, “Did you find her?”

“She’ll be here shortly.”

Nodding the woman put her hands on her swollen stomach, “Just in time I think.”