Friday Fictioneers: shopping cart escapades

October 16, 2013October 16, 201350 Comments

By now you know the rules, and if not, please do visit Rochelle at Addicted to Purple HERE. A special thanks to Janet Webb for the use of her photograph today!

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~ Shopping Cart Escapades ~

(A tiny scene presented in 100 words)

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“Who’s bright idea was this anyway?” Aldi chides.

“Yeah!” Belle whines, “My wheeeels are rustinnng!”

“Be quiet you two!” warns Safeway. “Who was to know it would rain like this?”

“It’s getting light out, we really need to roll!” advises Aldi

Belle, “We’re gonnaaa get cauuught!”

Safeway and Aldi in unison: “Quit whining Belle!”

Safeway, “You thought this was a great idea when we talked about it last night!”

Weeka-weeka-weeka-wee…

Belle, “Ohhh! We’re all ruuusted!”

“Just get in the parking lot, Belle!”

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Later…

Jeffrey!

Why were these carts left out? And don’t tell me they let themselves out to play!

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WORDS: 100

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Friday Fictioneers: *het ptse

October 11, 2013October 15, 201337 Comments

By now you know the rules, and if not, please do visit Rochelle at Addicted to Purple HERE. A special thanks to Sandra Crook for the use of her photograph today!

Het Ptse

Shivering she got up and looked around. She was ravenous, and she wasn’t alone.

The man there with her seemed as bewildered as she felt. Looking about, she could see no others, yet sensed that they were being watched. To what purpose?

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“Hey!”

Startled, the man quickly turned. “When did you get here?”

“I was about to ask you the same.” she chuckled.

“I can’t remember.”

“Mm. Same here.” She was salivating.

“You hungry too? Shall we fi …”

“STARVING! “ she roared, and ate him.

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Looking into the habitat, Echerthwat mumbles, “Ti wlaays ercesp em tuo ehnw hse soed ttha.”

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*Anagram challenged? Email me here (farmlet(at)att(dot)net) 😉

NOTICE: I’ve never done anagrams before, but needed a way to mimic an unknown language without offending any other language speaker. 😉 I also needed it to be fairly easy for my readers to translate and gain the meaning from that last sentence. Unfortunately, due to the nature of my story set up, I think the name of the last character “GartfAAnale” was throwing everyone off, so I changed it. 😯

WORDS: 100

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Friday Fictioneers: the choice

September 25, 2013September 25, 201339 Comments

THE CHALLENGE:

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

THE KEY:

Make every word count.

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Special thanks to Rochelle for her work in organizing this week’s prompt, and to Rich Voza for the use of his photograph.

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The Choice

Lorna looked at the three doors and panicked.

Then reasoned, white is heaven, red is hell, but where will the other door take me? I always thought God made the judgment and the final decision! She returned her thoughts to the middle door and remembered the passage about those who were neither hot nor cold in their faith. Perhaps that door was theirs?

After a while, she walked over to one of the doors, opened it, and stepped through…

OH! She cried out.

Why the conundrum? He said. All the doors lead here, but none would’ve opened without your faith.

WORDS: 100

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NOTE: As I wrote my post for Friday Fictioneers my story came easily. It was quite honestly the first place my thoughts went to, when I saw the three doors in the prompt this morning. So please be advised that it is not my intention to preach, but it is the way I think.

Friday Fictioneers: The game

September 18, 2013August 16, 201448 Comments

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge using a photo prompt.

THE CHALLENGE:

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

THE KEY:

Make every word count.

As always, thanks goes out to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, at Addicted to Purple for encouraging us, and a special thank you to John Nixon for the use of his photograph.

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The Game

When Moira’s memory began to fade she became shy about going into public, so Henry devised a game to get her out of the house. He began taking her little treasures to the second-hand store. Bringing in one of her curiosities Sally the shopkeeper would hold it aside.

Moira seemed to enjoy her weekly visits and sure enough, she would spy her item, and her face would light up. “Oh, Look Henry, I used to have one of these! Do you remember it?”

Today, Sally noticed him alone and hesitating at the door. Crying she whispered, “I’m sorry Henry.”

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WORDS: exactly 100

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