Friday Fictioneers for 8 February 2019

It has been a very long time since I’ve written for Friday Fictioneers.  After a three-year hiatus I find I miss the challenge and the fun of it.  The rust and dust on my writing faculties will only be removed with use.  So you will forgive my meager attempts as I begin again.


  • Write a complete story, beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less.
  • Take time to proofread and edit.
  • Make every word count.
  • Include the photo prompt and Linkz on your page and link your story URL.
  • Read and comment.  Reciprocation is half the fun!

It’s not what you look at that matters it’s what you see.  ~ Henry David Thoreau


PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala


Word count 100


Needs Must

When science brought back the dinosaur they said it was miraculous.  When their novelty became very successful they panicked.  The carnivores quickly consumed the masses while herbivores worked on the plant life.  Eventually predator and prey leveled out leaving what was left of human life to fend for themselves.

During the day Nessa’s family stayed hidden with others in the library building. At night the elders tended the fire to keep predators at bay. However, fuel for fire was quickly being consumed.

“The Ingalls family burned cow chips.” Nessa offered.

“No cows!”  the elders chastised.

“Plenty of herbivores.” she countered.


For some really great takes on the prompt, please click the little blue frog!

NOTE:  the Ingalls reference is from the book Little House on the Prairie by Laura Ingalls Wilder


Friday Fictioneers: things unseen

Inspired by the latest prompt for Friday Fictioneers from Rochelle Wysoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple   I throw my hat into the ring and offer you my take on the prompt for this Friday, 4/22/2016.

barbed2bwire2bprompt1© Madison Wood

Things Unseen

Betty walked out in the cool of the morning and called to her horse.  Oddly he wasn’t there.  Scanning the pasture she spotted Jeb  and began her trek to him.  Calling out again she thought she heard him  groan.

The grass was very deep as she made her final approach and reaching out to stroke his nose she whispered,  “Well, Jeb what seems to be the problem this mornin’?”  Taking another step something snagged her pant leg and Jeb reared up. Betty sucked air as she felt the wire tighten; barbs pierced her jeans.

“This is gonna hurt.” she thought.


Words:  100

For some really great takes on this weeks prompt please click the little blue frog below!


Friday Fictioneers: Why Marnie got fired

My entry for Friday Fictioneers,  October 3, 2015.


Thank you Rochelle for your time and efforts each week to keep our creativity sparked!  And a special thanks to Marie Gail Stratford for the featured photo offering.

mouse-on-the-prowlPHOTO PROMPT – © Marie Gail Stratford

Why Marnie Got Fired

Marnie’s workplace was a yawn. Whoever decided that gray and tan were the optimal colors for this environment had obviously never been chained to a desk for eight hours a day. This lack of color scheme and hard lines had finally put her over the edge.

It started innocently enough with the mouse on her desk. A quilter in her spare time she envisioned turquoise chevrons across its top. That night she spirited it away and worked her magic on it.

Next morning she envisioned fitted slipcovers for the dreadful chairs. Kaffe Fassett would be an eye opener for sure!


Words:  100


For the uninitiated:

Kaffe Fassett is a world renowned artist, and fabric designer.




OH, you bet

And we love him for it.

Meet Kaffe Fassett in his own words…


For more really great takes on the photo prompt just follow the little blue frog!


Friday Fictioneers: A California Snow Day

My entry for Friday Fictioneers,  July 24, 2015.


Thank you Rochelle for your time and efforts each week to keep our creativity sparked!  And a special thanks to Dee Lovering for the featured photo offering.


PHOTO PROMPT © Dee Lovering

A California Snow Day

It had snowed a good one on Mt. Baldy, so their parents took them up to play in it for the day. She hated it. Her digits were numb and the sun had produced a crust on the snow that made it unsuitable for snowball fights. With squeals of delight her younger brothers cavorted throwing ice chunks at each other. She wanted to go home.

Later, in sullen disinterest Loraine watched as little Aaron climbed a giant wedge shaped boulder, did a victory dance at the top, then slipped. Straddling the wedge his mouth formed a silent, “O”

She winced.


For some really great takes on the prompt just click the little blue frog.