Friday Fictioneers: puff and nonsense

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!

boatpilxr_-antiquedPHOTO 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.  😉 )

For some really great takes on this week’s prompt  look HERE.

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.

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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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Friday Fictioneers: dinner with the folks

It’s been too long since I wrote for Friday Fictioneers.  My brain cells feel rusty and my fingers out of shape.   However here is my entry for Friday the 16th, 2015.

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Dinner With the Folks

dining-roomPHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields

 

They’d dated for a year and he knew she was the one. On Saturday he’d planned to have her over to meet his folks. He’d chosen a ring to give her when they were alone that night.

With red-rimmed eyes he stood at the window absently fingering the little box in his pocket. He considered just wrapping the table’s contents into the tablecloth to take out to the trash.

Her message that morning: “Darling, I’m bringing a surprise for your parents, see you soon!” (Shots in the background)

No time to duck the bullets; she silently slumped to the ground.

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WORDS:  100

For some really great takes on this weeks prompt, please look

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Friday Fictioneers: a family tradition

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It’s time once again for Friday Fictioneers which is brought to you each week by Rochelle at Addicted to Purple.
Thank you, Rochelle!

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~My entry for September 12, 2014 ~

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A Family Tradition

 

The mirror had been in the family for decades. The family claimed that if a couple looked into the mirror on the night before their wedding they would see their last day together. No one had ever been disappointed.

Claire didn’t believe in such things, but not wanting to upset her new family’s tradition, she took Ray’s hand and they walked to the mirror together.  Neither said a word. They left and the wedding was cancelled.

What they saw:

Claire saw Ray walk up behind her and lop off her head with a machete.

Ray saw himself killing a Zombie.

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Words: 100

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For some really great takes on this weeks prompt, please look

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What will you write?

Try it!

Friday Fictioneers: the honeymoon phase

 

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It’s time once again for Friday Fictioneers which is brought to you each week by Rochelle at Addicted to Purple.
Thank you, Rochelle!

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~My entry for August 29, 2014 ~

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A Failed PiePHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Madison Woods

The Honeymoon Phase

 

Molly wanted to impress her husband by baking him his favorite pie, so grabbing his mother’s cookbook she set to work. Pie in the oven a lovely smell filled the house as she busily tidied up.

Smoke!” she cried.

Lamenting her cremated attempt she opened the door tossing it outside for the dog and chickens. At the kitchen window she watched as the hens warily circled the mess and left. Then Charley sniffed it and completing the insult lifted his leg on it.

Alan would later be clueless about Molly’s tears when walking in he exclaimed,

“You made mom’s pie!”

 

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Words: 100

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For some really great takes on this weeks prompt, please look

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What will you write?

Try it!