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FRIDAY FICTIONEERS

Time again to have some fun at FF where our wonderful host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields manages to attract more than 100 writers from all over the world every week. These talented writers respond to a photo prompt and come up with 100 or so words of fiction or poetry.This week the photo below is provided by Janet Webb.

Copyright - Janet Webb

                                             Copyright – Janet Webb

This cool photo immediately stirred dark,murderous ideas in my wicked brain but strangely,my story decided to go its own way.So here it comes-101 words including the title :-)By the way,my heartfelt thanks to all those who came by to read my submission last week and my apologies if I haven’t been around to read their’s or respond with a thanks. Have been a little busy as my daughter’s 18th Birthday is coming up this Saturday and I have been running around trying to get the invitations out and shopping and stuff.However,I promise to read  this week’s submission without fail by next Monday.

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Post Valentine

Hi Camellia! How was Valentine’s Day?

Oh Kara, don’t even ask!

Why what happened?

I think I need some strong coffee first.

The aroma of fresh coffee perked them up.

Well Kara, I was shocked to see that Kevin had ordered red wine. Eww! You know how I hate red wine!”

Awful!

And imagine, there were no chocolates or flowers!

OMG! Such a cheapskate! Did he give a gift?

My portrait painted by him! So ugly!

Bah! Kick him out of your life.

Oh, I already did.

Fantastic! His loss sweetie! Let’s go shopping.

Let’s! I need retail therapy.

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Red Herring

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS

This week I am really running late for Rochelle’s 100 words flash fiction contest and when I just checked,already 104 writers from across the globe have  made it to the arena.The lamps must be aglow with happiness and all these  energetic writers must have had some really bright ideas ,looking at the cool photo prompt for this week,supplied by Down M.Miller.Well,the bulb in my mind must be  on a holiday and thus,,if you find my 100 words a little “dim”,blame it on the absence of illumination,lol!

For those of you who want to check out what the bright ones have posted or those who would love to write  for this amazing site ,do check  Rochelle Wisoff- Fields amazing site by clicking on this link-http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/friday-fictioneers-2/

Here is the photo-prompt for this week and my story follows it:-)

Copyright - Dawn M. Miller

                                                Copyright – Dawn M. Miller

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Red herring

When it made contact with the target, the resulting crunch sounded very satisfying.

Sharon looked at the broken shards of the lamp -poetic justice, huh?

Now, all that remained was to tidy up the place and remove all evidence.

Then she had a brainwave. Why not implicate the other?

She so hated Simon.

Sharon laid the body on the carpet

Later in the evening, she returned to the crime scene.

Aunt Amy lay in bed, moaning.

“I hate you Simon! How could you break my favourite Tiffany lamp- just for a mouse!”

The cat sat outside, looking miffed.

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Bang on

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS

Its time to  pick up the pen to spin a 100 word story based on the photo prompt below, provided by Claire fuller,over at Rochelle Fields-Wisoff’s FF site. For more information  and to read what amazing writers from all over the world are writing over there, click on the following link – http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/friday-fictioneers-2/

 

Copyright -Claire Fuller

                                                  Copyright -Claire Fuller

Here are my 100 words:-)

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Bang on!

He watched them tear his old work shed down, brick by brick.

Then the bulldozers razed the rest to the ground.

No one paid him any attention.

The big construction company made short work of the project and the Mall came up within two months.

Tomorrow the big names in the town along with the financiers would be present at the gala inauguration.

Poor sods! Little did they know what awaited them.

He would see to it that the event made headlines on every news channel.

He double checked the wires and tried it on. A perfect fit!

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Changing times

Friday Fictioneers

It is that time of the week again when as many as  100 odd writers around the globe perk up when they see Rochelle Wisoff-Fields post the picture prompt ,over at her blog.Then they pick up their pens and foray into the world of fiction to spin out a 100 word or so of fiction.

This week Rochelle has chosen a picture by Bjorn Rudberg,who is not only a versatile writer but also a wonderful friend:-)Now writing a 100 word fiction on this picture  seemed too tough for the likes of me,so I am submitting a kind of a snippet.Hope it won’t be too disappointing.

Copyright - Björn Rudberg

                                                        Copyright – Björn Rudberg

Here are my 100 words:-)

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Changing times

 

The valley used to be a hot favourite with tourists.

Locals prospered.

But then terrorists took over and chaos reigned.

 People began to flee.

Only a few families stayed back.

Mallik’s family was one of them.

Now 25 years later, things were limping back to some kind of normalcy.

Mallik sighed and told his wife. “Bring the samovar out my dear. I see some tourists. Hot “kahwa” and dry fruits may interest them.”

“I really hope they hire you as a guide. We need the money,” she replied.

 They looked hopefully at the tourists trekking up towards them.

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(Note:Kahwah (Urdu: قہوہ‎, also transliterated qehwakehwa or kahwa) is a traditional green tea preparation consumed in Afghanistan, northern Pakistan, some regions of Central Asia as well as the Kashmir Valley.The tea is made by boiling green tea leaves with saffron strands, cinnamon bark, cardamom pods and occasionally Kashmiri roses to add a great aroma. Generally, it is served with sugar orhoney and crushed nuts, usually almonds or walnuts.Traditionally, kahwah is prepared in a brass kettle known as a samovar. A samovar consists of a “fire-container” running as a central cavity, in which live coals are placed keeping the tea perpetually hot. Around the fire-container there is a space for water to boil and the tea leaves and other ingredients are mixed with the water.)

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Winter Sport

Friday Fictioneers

Can’t believe its over two weeks since I last wrote anything!But I have been unwell and  still recovering from a severe  cold and viral infection,thus the delay.Had a wonderful reunion though and had a lovely time with my cousins who came visiting in December 2013.

Well,to pick up the pen with Rochelle’s  photo prompt at FF is I think very exciting and before I post my 100 word entry for this week’s challenge,let me wish our lovely host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields,her loved ones and my fellow bloggers and friends on FF a very Happy and prosperous 2014, with loads of fun and tons of interesting writing-may all your dreams and aspirations be fulfilled!

At FF Rochelle has chosen the following photo  by Erin Leary as this week’s prompt and here is what I came up with(99 words including the title).Enjoy:-)

Copyright - Erin Leary

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Winter Sport

 

He stood there by the fence watching the setting Sun cast dark shadows on the murky water.

An empty sack lay motionless on the ground.

On the other side, marshy undergrowth flourished, sucking away life giving water.

He looked at the swirling mist that was creeping in and smiled.

He loved winter.

He could hear them coming.

Another 10 minutes.

His eyes shone with anticipated pleasure.

He liked to catch them young. Tender meat was his weakness.

He picked up the gun and aimed.

Right on cue, the flock of ducks came in flying from the north.

 

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Goblin in boots

Friday Fictioneers

Time for penning those magical(or mundane) 100 words or so for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s wonderful site FF.(For more information and fun ,go to http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/12/11/13-december-2013/). Rochelle always manages to set the bar high with her excellent writing and this leaves writers like me scratching their heads and staring blankly into space.This time was no exception, with my migraine being the icing on the cake.So without much ado,let me just get down to posting my 102 words story(including the title)based on this photo prompt ,provided by Adam Ickes:-)

Copyright - Adam Ickes

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Goblin in boots

 

Goblin Trotsneak sat on a toadstool weighed down by over sized boots, looking morose.

His mischievousness had cost him his freedom.

Everyone had warned him but paying no heed he had gone skipping.

He was confident he would not get caught.

First, he had switched potions gleefully.

Then the boots on the windowsill beckoned.

As he was dropping them into the cauldron, Grey Witch had flown in and cast her deadly spell.

“You dared enter

a witch’s haunt

forever now bear the brunt

the boots you touched

will grow on you

for eternity may

the curse be on you.

 

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Join the ranks

Friday Fictioneers

Yes its Wednesday but our lovely host ,Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at FF,wants us writers to think it is Friday and thus be more relaxed 😀 Never mind that people like me have no jobs ,so everyday is a weekend for the likes of us-brain is as dead as always,ha!ha!Now enough of beating around the bush-here is the photo prompt for us this week and as always we will have around 100 fabulous writers writing their 100 word story for this challenge.If you are a writer  of flash fiction and love challenges or just love reading good short stories,head over to the link below  and check this out:-)

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/12/04/6-december-2013/

Copyright -Randy Mazie

                                              Copyright –Randy Mazie                                     

                                   

Here are my 100 word story(excluding the title).

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Join the ranks

 

“Sherry, this looks too ordinary.”

“Then, why did they board it up?”

“Don’t be daft Collin! They had to!”

“You think the rumours are true?”

“Hey, there is a gap here. Let’s sneak in and find out.”

“They will get you.”

“Pfft!I am not scared Jon!”

“Ha! I am no wimp either!”

“Wait, am coming too.”

The trio crept in.

 “Ack! What a smell!”

“So like a girl!”

“Shut up Collin!”

“I think I can see something  …”

 

 The search party that went looking for the 3 teenagers returned empty handed.

The zombie nest has 3 new members now.

 

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Retribution

Its time to submit my piece for Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the wonderful host for this site and every Friday ,around 100 fellow bloggers submit their 100 word stories based on the photo prompt of that week.

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.)

Copyright - Ted Strutz

                                            Copyright – Ted Strutz

Here are my 101 words(including the title).

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Retribution

 

She watched them board the ferry.

The bitch with him was pregnant and he looked happy.

Her face darkened.

He had said he was going to be with his dying mother.

The lying bastard!

Well, she was going to see to it that someone died!

 

At the busy hospital, no one noticed the mousey intern.

On Thanksgiving Day, the woman delivered a baby boy.

That night, the intern offered to work extra hours in the neo-natal ward.

It was the last time anyone saw her or the baby.

Next morning, the woman was found strangled to death-in her hospital bed.

 

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Cursed

Friday Fictioneers

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields,our host at FF and writer par excellence,wants us to write a 100 word story based on this picture prompt,this week:-)

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Ah,now if only I had not lost my magic pen-what?Okay,okay the magic mouse and the magical keyboard!Sigh-such nitpicking!

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Cursed

Just as Cecelia’s lips met his, he heard an angry hiss.

“You, a mere mortal dared touch a witch’s daughter!”

“But Ma, Horace loves me!”Cecelia cried.

“Wench! I will deal with you later.”

With that she zapped Cecelia who disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Horace knew he was in dire trouble when she pointed her wand at him and began chanting,” Blood run cold, skin turn white, break into parts and turn into doll !”

 

Horace’s head hurt.

 Opening his eyes, he was shocked to see his naked torso and legs nearby.

His life as a mannequin had begun!

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The alley

Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday and our sparkling gem of a host Rochelle Wisoff- Fields over at FF has a new prompt for us to ponder on and come up with a short story 🙂

 

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.)

 

copyright - Kent Bonham

                               copyright – Kent Bonham

 

Here come my 100 words(excluding the title).

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The alley

 

Scouring the place, one evening we chanced upon this alleyway.

With its weird ramps, it was clearly meant for unhurried pedestrians.

So, it did not surprise us to find it deserted even at that time.

We smiled.

It was perfect for our plan.

Next night we left our car at the corner, hauling the heavy sack between us.

Reaching a suitable spot, we lowered our package deftly.

It squelched.

We left quickly.

Next day’s newspaper headlines screamed, “Mafia Kingpin Carlos‘s body found in deserted alley. Police baffled while city celebrates.”

We flew out to the next city that needed cleaning.

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