Friday Fictioneers: what carl didn’t understand

I’ve been off my writing for Friday Fictioneers of late.  However, when this photo from Adam Ickes was submitted this morning, by Rochelle over at Addicted to Purple, I just had to get my first impression written down.  Thanks to you both for sharing.

The writing is open to anyone, and the rules are easy:  writers are encouraged to be as innovative as possible with the prompt and 100 word constraints.


adamickes-childsbootsCopyright – Adam Ickes

What Carl didn’t Understand

Carl never really got the hang of living life in the real world.  He’d grown up always wishing he was someone else.   Somewhere else.

Fact is, he’d always wanted to be a cowboy, to go back in time and experience life in the rough.  So one day at the museum he stunned everyone when he stripped down and just walked into the lobby mural.  Too bad he didn’t know the rules of entering into a painting.  You see, you don’t get to choose.  Once you’re in, like a fly on flypaper, you’re static.

That’s him over on the lower left.


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Word count:  100

Friday Fictioneers: shopping cart escapades

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!

Playdaycopyright – Janet Webb


~ Shopping Cart Escapades ~

(A tiny scene presented in 100 words)


“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!”


Belle, “Ohhh!   We’re all ruuusted!”

“Just get in the parking lot, Belle!”





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


WORDS:  100

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Friday Fictioneers: *het ptse

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?



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.


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


*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 game

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


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.)


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.


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.”


WORDS:  exactly 100

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