Forgotten

July 9, 2015July 13, 201512 Comments

My entry for Friday Fictioneers, July 10, 2015, is quite tardy this time! Usually I am early… Ah well, next time, eh?

Thank you Rochelle for your time and efforts each week to keep our creativity sparked!

Forgotten

~Sunrise~

Julia never hesitated when the call went out for new volunteers. She grabbed her gear and headed up. The light was intense. She walked a bit, let her eyes adjust, then walked a bit further. It was a painful process.

~Midday~

The volunteers gathered to discuss their findings and what they knew of the surface history. All records indicated their elders ruined it. Their summation? They would likely do it again.

They voted unanimously not to return.

~Evening~

Speculation that night was that they’d been incinerated, poisoned or eaten. They would never know for sure.

The elders voted to reseal the tunnel.

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Words: 103

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Battle Ready (Completely rewritten!)

June 24, 2015June 24, 201537 Comments

Is it time for Friday Fictioneers already?

Yes, it is.

Thank you, Rochelle, for all your hard work in obtaining the prompts each week.

Posted for June 26, 2015

PHOTO PROMPT – © Kent Bonham

In my rush to publish this morning I think I wrote my first DUD. So, I went back to the computer and completely re-wrote my entry. I feel better about it now. 🙂

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Battle Ready

The war between the tribes had been going on for centuries. Mirabella, now experienced enough to go to war, only needed her battle kit. She’d saved for some time to purchase the No.22 hanging there on the wall. It was more than she needed, yet contained all the essentials.

It was well known that this shopkeeper would sell to anyone. However, the garlic hung out front clearly indicated his preference. Holding her breath she ducked into the shop.

Paying him for her purchase, she grinned when she handed back the lantern and nasty dehydrated food.

She wouldn’t be needing them.

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100 words exactly.

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An Irrational Childhood Fear

June 17, 2015June 17, 201547 Comments

After another long hiatus I return with a flash fiction offering for Friday Fictioneers! Thanks, as always, goes out to Rochelle at Addicted to purple!

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An Irrational Childhood Fear

Returning as an adult for the reading of grandmother’s will, Madeline recalled when Grandmother had ordered the heavy bronze chandeliers. She hated them at once, and had always imagined that they would lower themselves down, clamp onto her head, and suck her brains out. She’d always given them a wide berth.
Musing about her silly childish fear of the lights, Madeline now found them quite lovely. It was then that Charley, her six-foot-five cousin, twice removed, walked under the chandelier.
She watched in horror as his hair grazed the central rosebud. The chandelier dropped, clamping tightly onto his skull.

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Word count: 100

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Friday Fictioneers: an honorable position

April 8, 2015April 11, 201541 Comments

I haven’t written for Friday Fictioneers in some time. I have just been flat out with everything. That said, today’s image was one that instantly told me a story, and when that happens I have no choice but to share it. Special thanks to Rochelle at Addicted to Purple for her continued service in procuring these images and to Jennifer Pendergast at Elmo Writes for the image!

Laurel hated her work. “It is a good job”, her mother told her, “an honorable position in the service of the people.”

Standing alone in the middle of the sick air and breathing through her respirator she mused about the stories her grandmother had told her when she was a child. Tales of blue skies, intense sunlight, and beyond the desert’s great span, she’d claimed, were vistas that shimmered in the heat. She often wondered if Grandma made these stories up.

Today wasn’t so bad; she could see past the road. Turning from the view she cranked up the air scrubbers.

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NOTE: Some of you kindly made some suggestions for improving my story this week. I took them and ran with them!

THANK YOU!

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