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

For more great takes on this prompt please look HERE!

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: for immediate release

July 31, 201344 Comments

Once again I have been bitten by the 100 word flash fiction bug and Rochelle’s picture prompt for the Friday Fictioneers entry on August 3rd. It gets a little bit easier each time I try! Thanks, Rochelle!

A special “Thank you” to Jennifer Pendergast for the use of her photograph!

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The bees, having become tired of the chemical assault that was destroying their colonies, began in secret to produce a Super Queen.

*MEMO

As you are aware, work on the Eximius Reginam (ER-1) prototype has been a success. The ER-1 has been found impervious to any chemical assault known to man. Working in secret she has produced an army of warrior class bees capable of being sprayed and still functioning. The warriors are trained eaters of the agricultural machinery that have been poisoning earth and killing our working class bees worldwide…

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The bees are finding it hard to sleep tonight.

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Words: 100

*Excerpted from an Apis Memo dated 7/31/2013

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NOTE: As a child I was an avid fan of the 1950s genre known as:

the B-Movies

😉

Friday Fictioneers: heavenward

July 25, 201345 Comments

Once again I bring you exactly 100 words for the Friday Fictioneers weekly prompt. I really pushed myself to find something to say about this cloud picture, which is odd for me since I love clouds so much.

Thank you Rochelle!

When she awoke she was surprised to find that she had wings. Pure white, strong, yet smooth to run your hands over. She looked around the house one last time. She wanted to remember everything she had loved about the place.

They’d had a great life together. Looking at his tired, careworn face she leaned in for one last kiss, and whispered, “I’ll always love you.”

As she rose higher, she forgot the cares of her earthbound life, and gazing out over the clouds she tried to remember something important.

“It doesn’t matter.” she said, and smiling she soared upward.

Words: 100

Friday Fictioneers: the curious incident of the bicycle in the woods

July 17, 2013July 18, 201349 Comments

Friday Fictioneers 7/19/2013

Writing a short piece in only 100 words is always challenging, and although no one minds that you go over or under by a word or two, I find that I do.

So thank you Rochelle for pushing us each week to crank up our creativity and get something written. I enjoy the challenge, and even though I can’t always get a story to come out of the prompts, I nevertheless enjoy everyone else’s contributions!

This weeks challenge photo is from Anelephantcant

Maren leaned her bicycle against the tree in front of the police station. Earlier, she’d found a rusted, two-wheeler almost completely swallowed by a large tree. Her imagination in overdrive, she’d wondered how the child’s bike got so far into the woods, how many years had it been there, and what had happened to the poor child? Imagining foul play she went inside to make a report.

Thirty years previous…

Eric propped the bike against the tree, wondering, “How long will it take for the tree to swallow it?

Then, as children often do, he forgot about his experiment.

Story: exactly 100 words

Additional inspiration sparked from this photograph. 😉