Friday Fictioneers for 8 February 2019

February 7, 2019February 7, 201938 Comments

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.

THE RULES ARE SIMPLE:

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

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PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala

Fiction

Word count 100

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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.

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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: dinner with the folks

January 14, 2015January 15, 201537 Comments

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

PHOTO 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

September 10, 2014September 10, 201453 Comments

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: grandfather’s chair

August 13, 2014August 13, 201432 Comments

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 15, 2014 ~

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Grandfather’s Chair

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields

Gazing at Grandfather’s self portrait reminded her of the many times she’d sat in his lap watching him work. After the funeral, Grandmother promised she’d put stickers on all the things she knew us kids wanted,

“No confusion this way” she winked.

When Grandmother passed, her brother called to say he’d auctioned off the old homestead,

” More fair this way.” he’d said.

Years later, when traveling cross country, Emily spied a chair like Grandfather’s in a junk shop and bought it. Loading it into the car the shopkeeper reached out to remove a small sticker.

“NO, leave it!” she cried.

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Words: 100

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