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Friday Fictioneers ~~ August 30, 2013

I’m early this week with FF’s I know. This week has been royally screwed since Monday so I figured why not screw with it some more. 🙂

I have no idea what the rest of this week is going to be like so figured since I have a little bit of time right now I would get my FF’s fix in early. I am NOT missing it for anything! Even if my eyes are watering and I’m sneezing my fool head off! Allergies, ugh go away all ready!!

Ok, I‘m done whining for now. On with the good stuff!

I want to thank our kind hostess Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for putting up with us once more. If you want to read more great flash fiction based on the same picture just click on Rochelle’s name. That will take you to her blog where you can read her great story first (she is the greatest writer of these little shorts!!). Then scroll down and click on the little blue critter where you will fly off and land on a whole host of other great writers! Read people, read!

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.

Below is this week’s picture and my attempt at writing something cohesive. I am always open to helpful criticisms so come on, don’t be afraid to say what you want. I don’t bite, much. 😉

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

Genre/paranormal (100 words)

Paddy leaned on his broom, pipe in mouth, as he watched the people bustle about.  Bending slightly he pushed the broom a few feet further down the way.

A gnarled finger pushed his newsy cap further back on his head as he looked around once more.

Yep, he thought,  I seen a lot of people come and go through this station through the years.  Love this station I do.

Paddy continued pushing his old broom. People went by him without seeing. Though some swore there was a chill in that part of the station.

Paddy’s form shimmered as a commuter rushed through him on his way to catch the train.

Yup, he’d been here a long time now.

(A newsy cap(or newsboy cap) was popular not only with newsboys of the early 20th century but also with lots of men during those times.  I added the link in case you want to read what it is and what it looks like.)

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Friday Fictioneers ~~ August 9, 2013

Hello and good Friday to you! Thanks for joining me for another Friday Fictioneers.

THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and an end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.

THE KEY:

Make every word count.

Thank you again for hosting goes out to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, she’s a great hostess.

I have to admit when I first saw the photo for this week I was stumped. I saw it on Wednesday and today I’m still stumped. I will give it a shot though as I do love a good challenge. All comments are welcome, except for downright rude ones. So please feel free to say what you feel. Other than that have fun!

Copyright -Renee Heath
Copyright -Renee Heath

 

Genre: General Fiction (100 words)

Hester McPherson pulled her proper green sweater closed as she stood at the crosswalk. Her proper dress and low heeled shoes were the proper attire to do errands.

She noticed the young woman, twirling and smiling wide. She grinned at Hester and exclaimed, “I got the part!”

Hester stared ahead ignoring the improper young lady.

A long-buried memory seeped inside Hester. Young Hester begging her parents to let her audition for a play. All she had dreamed was to be an actress.

“It isn’t proper!” Her parents told her.

“Congratulations my dear!”

Hester giggled improperly as she smiled at the lovely young lady.

 

 

 

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Friday Fictioneers ~~ April 19

Even though it’s Thursday I would like to say….. Welcome to Friday Fictioneers! Yes, another week has come and gone and I’ve been so busy and so frustrated I will be glad to see this week done with. Unfortunately next week looks pretty much the same for me. Ah well, this too shall pass.

I’m just glad to bring you another flash fiction story for your reading pleasure!

 

THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and an end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)

THE KEY:

Make every word count.

If you would like to join us, please go to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields blog and read about the few rules to follow. If you want to just read what the other great writers have written about this picture then you too must go to Rochelle’s page and scroll down till you come to the cute little blue guy and click on him. He will take you to some wonderful stories!

Copyright-Janet Webb
Copyright-Janet Webb

 

 

Genre/General Fiction (100 words)

Sue sat on a log close to the shore line. Reaching down to pick up a few stones to cast into the water, she spotted the wasp nest. Her hand hesitated , then picked it up gently. She gazed with tears shimmering.

The nest reminded her of  life, fragile looking, yet strong beyond belief. She had dealt with many things. Cried, laughed, touched, felt many emotions. She had both mourned and celebrated occasions in the past.

As she would deal with another, alone yet strong like the nest she held in her palm. A lone tear fell.

She was determined.

Cancer would not win!

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Friday Fictioneers ~ Jan 18

Another Friday is here and so another Friday Fictioneers! It’s a fun challenge and well worth trying. It’s great practice to your writing. Give it a try! Go ahead. Click on the link and see what you can do! The people are great and helpful. No need for fear. It’s fun!

THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)

THE KEY:

Make every word count.

Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

 

Ethel watched her son draw with his Crayolas.  He looked just like his grandfather, a bit stern.

She picked up the ringing phone and heard the faint voice of her mother on the other end. She needed to come home. Father was dying.  The war made it hard so she hadn’t been home since her marriage. She had gas rations saved up, thank goodness.  She packed, bundled her son into the old Ford and hoped she got home in time.

She loved him. She felt the tears fill her eyes. She glanced back at her sleeping son. He looked just like his grandfather.