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!

PHOTO PROMPT – © Jennifer Pendergast

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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Friday Fictioneers: puff and nonsense

January 21, 2015January 22, 201538 Comments

Creative writing in one hundred words is the idea. Word press says I have 99, Microsoft Word says I have 100. Don’t care. I’m only in it for the fun!

As always, thanks goes out to Rochelle for her constant procurement and supply of picture prompts to get us going each week!

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Georgia Koch

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For Friday the 23, 2015

Puff and Nonsense

It was dusk and she needed to get home before dark. She’d been warned about the Trolls that lived under the bridge. It was said that if you didn’t have the toll to pay them that you would be taken to live with them forever.

Nonsense, she told herself. Little kid stuff to send you running to get home on time and to give you nightmares. I’m not a kid anymore, she thought. Running at a quick trot she started to cross the bridge and thought she heard a growl…

Thinking better of it she decided to take the boat.

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Words: 100 (I’m going with Microsoft Word on this one. 😉 )

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Notes on Fairy Tales:

Fairy Tales are found in every culture. They are almost always didactic, cautionary, or seeking to explain something in nature that wasn’t explained before our scientific minds sought to solve it.

For a child it is easy to believe, and for some of us it is hard to give up the make-believe of our youth. I jumped into bed every night after turning off the light until I was well into my teens. Laugh if you will, but who here still believes in ghosts, the chupacabras, or aliens?

I am taking liberties with Georgia Koch’s photo to show you how I came to my story today.

Do you see them? There are two hiding under the bridge. The one in the middle of this crop is seated in the shadows. The larger of the two, just left of center, is standing up.

FYI, The ability to see these images is called Pareidolia, and almost all of us have this ability. OK, some of us are better at it than others, so don’t feel bad if you can’t see those trolls. You can read a bit about Pareidolia: HERE

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Thank you Georgia for sharing your lovely photo art with us!

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And for those who may not know the original Norwegian Folktale about a Troll under the bridge you can read it: HERE

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