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: Silent Sentries

My entry for Friday Fictioneers,  September 18, 2015.


PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart

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


Silent Sentries

Lowell knew the gate would be worth the challenge for the few extra dollars at the recyclers this week. He had seen it the last time he hit the alley looking for cans and other discards. He watched the house daily to note the occupants schedule and worked out when they were not home. Reveling in his own craftiness, he chuckled as he backed his truck to the gate, then set to work on the hinges. The gate loose he gave it a shove. It fell.

“Whoever heard of silent dogs?” He screamed, as they pinned him to the ground.


Words:  100


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