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Friday Fictioneers

Its Thursday here but Friday at FF where our lovely hostess Rochelle Wisoff Fields, has set shop again with an interesting photo prompt.This week the photo prompt is by Erin Leary,thank you Erin .As my  regular readers know,writers from all over the world gather at FF,every Friday, to spin a tale based on this prompt in about 100 words, give or take a few.For more details and rules click on the url http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/friday-fictioneers-2/

My 97 words follow the photo prompt below.

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Copyright – Erin Leary

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Dusk fell.

Perkins waited near the foggy path.

His wife was away.

Timing had to be perfect.

He wondered if she would come.

He was dying to taste her…

A shadowy figure appeared.

It was her and she held a small bundle.

His greedy mind conjured up ripe images.

He imagined his teeth sinking into tender skin.

Reaching him, she thrust the bundle at him, “God forgive me! This is insane!”

Perkins grabbed it and ripped off the skin.

Blood dribbled down his chin.

Nothing like a juicy steak! High cholesterol be damned!

“Thanks Sis!”

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Do you see her much?

Do  you see her much?

 

Oh, all the time, all the time! 

Oh, I see her everywhere.

Why, oh why won’t she let me be?

When all is over between her and me?

I did her in and buried her

Then, why won’t she just lie still?

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This is my response to this week’s ultimate question at Gargleblaster #157. The challenge was to answer the ultimate question “Do you see her much?” in exactly 42 words. If you are interested in joining the fun,rush over to the site  for complete details by clicking on the url http://yeahwrite.me/gargleblaster-157/ but hurry for the grid closes at 42 entries.


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:-)

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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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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/

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

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“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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Three in a row

 

 

This weekend Trifextra says this-“writers, it’s up to you. We want you to choose a word and use it three times in your 33 words. However, it must be either a verb, noun or adjective and the form of the word cannot change, it must appear exactly the same three times.

 See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.0aiW8NOz.dpuf

Here are my 33 words:-)

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Three in a row

She was on the third floor.

She knocked.

She smiled, enjoying the look of surprise on his face.

He was her third and final victim.

Third time had always proved lucky for her.

 

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Oh no!

Trifextra: Week Fifty-Seven

Weekend is here & its time for 33 words of Trifextra fun.See for yourself what the challenge is about  ( http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/) & it is community judged,once again:-)

For the weekend challenge we’re asking for exactly thirty-three words written in first person narrative.

 

So,here is my submission,hope you will like it:-)

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Oh no!

A chill ran down my spine.Lying curled up,I shivered.Was that a shadow entering the alleyway?I moaned.Where is the Police?The power went off ..& I cursed!

Wonder what happened in the movie next?

 

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So much for Clairvoyance

Trifecta: Week Sixty-Three

 

This week’s word is:

PATH
1: a trodden way
2: a track specially constructed for a particular use
3a : course, route
  b : a way of life, conduct, or thought

 
Please remember:
  • Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
  • You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
  • The word itself needs to be included in your response.
  • You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above. 
  • Only one entry per writer.
  • Trifecta is open to everyone.  Please join us.
 
This week’s challenge is community-judged.
 
 
This one was not easy at all but then could not give up without trying,could I?So here is my fictional piece:-)
 
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So much for Clairvoyance

 

  

Samantha looked at the house carefully. The house looked cheerful enough with its blue green shutters on the windows & red tiled roof. A little quaint maybe, but nothing that seemed out of place.

 

Still, she felt uneasy, especially when she remembered how she had met no one-no one at all, while treading her path towards this place. 

 

At 30, she had had more than her share of adventures. She was with the Homicide department, working as special agent .Her Masters in Criminal Psychology was only a cover –her real talent was clairvoyance.

 

She rang the bell.

 

A young woman opened the door, “Detective Samantha Jones. I am here to investigate the death of the twins.”

 

“Please come in. I am their aunt, Melinda”

 

“I would like to meet everyone.”

 

“Yes,of course.”

 

 

Two days back, the 3 year old twins had been found in the nursery, with their throats slit.

 

Samantha despised killers & child killers were the worst of the lot.

After a while Melinda returned, followed by a wan looking Susie, the mother of the murdered twins, her husband Dave, his cousin Jenny, a close friend Mark & his girlfriend Connie.

 

Angie, the housekeeper, set a tea tray in front of her. 

As Samantha was introduced, she shook hands .Images flooded her mind & she saw things she wished she would never have to see again.

 

“Beasts! Won’t let you get away this time!” she thought.

 

Funny, Samantha thought a little later, the tea has made me drowsy.

 

 

“Is she unconscious?” she asked

 

“She is dead, stupid! Her tea was poisoned,” he said

 

“We could not have her catching us!” affirmed another.

 

“But, what will we do with the body?” she wailed.

 

“Shut up woman! No one need ever know she was here,” growled the man.

 

“Yes, good thing she did not come by car & that we were ready.” she added, smiling.

 

“Go, get that vat of acid out in the backyard, we need to start working immediately,” he commanded.

 

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