Squawk! #fridayfictioneers #amwriting

                  PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

 

I should’ve known that bird would be trouble.

On the way home from the pet store:  “Hurry up Bi#$@!”

I jumped.  Why do I go for charming rogues?  He’d shown no signs of this tendency at the store.  Figures.

At home:  “I’m f*&%^g hungry!”

Geez, he reminded me of my ex, Wade.  We hadn’t spoken in years.  Was this a reincarnation?

This went on for weeks.  He’d eye me while eating his food, and blurt out “b*&^%” one more time.

No woman should put up with this.  I sold him for two bucks in a garage sale.  As is.

*100 words*

**To find out more about Friday Fictioneers or to post your own flash fiction, go to https://rochellewisoff.com/2017/10/11/6-october-2017/  to preview the weekly photo prompt, rules, and guidelines.  Click the “InLinks” froggy button to share your own or to read other flash fiction tales.

 

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What’s in Your Heart? #FFfAW #amwriting

“Daddy,  why is everyone sad?”

“We’re honoring those whose loves were lost.”

“But isn’t the world good?  Why did someone kill them?”

“That someone was sick, honey.  He meant them harm, but he didn’t have any reason.  All we can do is spread our love, so there aren’t many more like him.”

“If you could be their daddy, they’d all want to spread love, too.  They’d never want to do harm.”

He smiled, and knelt down to put his arms around her.  Perhaps he had been doing this parenting thing right.

“I wish Mom was here to show her love to the world.”

“So do I, dear.”  He stood and took her hand again.

“She wishes she was here, too.  She still loves us, Daddy.  She tells me every night when I’m in bed.”

He squeezed her hand, this wonderful, intuitive creature, who was already so much like her mother.

~150 words~

 

To learn more about the weekly Flash Fiction challenge, go to flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com

To see more of this week’s great stories, go to https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/10/02/fffaw-challenge-week-of-october-3-2017/

Thank you to Elaine Farrington Johnson for this week’s photo prompt and inspiration!

“Feather.” FFfaw Flash fiction. #amwriting

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Feather only bought the cheapest coffee, then loaded it with vanilla creamer.  We met exactly three times.

She was a college student of anthropology, which seemed to fit the long hair and equally long skirts.

That girl had big dreams for the world.  I was too busy deciding on Medical school or Sports Medicine.  I wanted to help people, but make money doing it.

We enjoyed ourselves that night we danced at the outdoor concert.  Her hair was silky and soft.  She said she was leaving for Brussels in the morning.  We danced a lot, and she let me hold onto her briefly, like the whole of our time together.

It was short-lived, but I still thank my friend Roma to this day for introducing us.  I don’t know where he found her, but if anyone could find a rare gem like that, it was Roma.

~The End~

*146 words*

Guide for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

  1. A prompt photo will be provided each Monday pm to be used as a base to your story. Please include photo prompt with your story.
  2. Linking for this challenge begins on Monday pm and runs to the following Monday pm.
  3. Please credit photo to photographer.
  4. The story word limit is 100 – 150 words (+ – 25 words). Please try and stay within this limit.
  5. Please indicate the number of words in your story at the end of your story. (It doesn’t count into the amount of words).

Find other guidelines and add the link for your story to the Inlinkz button at flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com and while there, visit and comment on some of the other stories!

 

Seeking Solitude for the End of the World? Friday Fictioneers. #amwriting

PHOTO PROMPT © Danny Bowman

The end of the road is really not an end.  I embarked on this journey to find a final home in solitude.  Society was in shambles; natural disasters were abundant.

I packed necessities and a super strong tent.  Two flat tires later (I learned to change them myself), I had to rely on a friendly old native Arizona man when I ran out of gas. Darn cars,  I should’ve just walked.  Would I survive?

Now, I find a young fellow encamped over the hill, painting whatever he sees.

We will either be great friends, or I’m on the road again.

~The End~  (In a somewhat open ending…)

*A 100 word story.

**Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle at https://rochellewisoff.com/ and restarts every Friday with a new photo prompt.  Flash fiction stories are to be 100 words or less, with a beginning, middle, and an end.  Proper credit must be given to the owner of the photo.  Add your own by clicking the Inlinks button at the Sept. 1 post at rochellewisoff.com.  Thanks for visiting my blog!

 

 

Friday Fictioneers, “A Storyteller Must Tell.” #amwriting #flashfiction

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PHOTO PROMPT© Jan Wayne Fields

“Billy, that’s it!”  Roma pointed.  “They said she’s a famous author.  She’s been staying here three months.”

“Can’t be that famous.  Why isn’t she at the Hilton?”

Freshman in college, they both felt wise to the ways of the world.

“What’s that whispering?”  A middle aged woman with wild hair came out.

“Mrs. Frederici?  There’s a bonfire.  You should come.”

The woman smiled appreciatively, grabbing a walking stick.  “No one ever asked before.  I’ll go.  I only get one good hour of writing a day.  Arthritic hands.”

Roma asked, “Could you tell a story?”

Mrs. Frederici winked. “I’d love to.”

100 Words.

 

Rules:  Write a complete story in 100 words or less, based on the provided photo.  Remember, all photos are property of the photographer, donated for use in Friday Fictioneers only. They shouldn’t be used for any other purpose without express permission. It is proper etiquette to give the contributor credit.   Include the photo prompt and link your story to through the Inlinkz button at https://rochellewisoff.com/2017/08/23/25-august-2017/

Readers, feel free to share your own at the link above and to check out other Flash fiction stories!

Yeah, the cliff-hanger was inevitable, though I do think Billy and Roma will resurface in future stories.  (This is their second adventure in my land of fiction :))

P.S. It took me all week to devise this story.  I’ve been quite unfocused, but I am so grateful that Billy and Roma came to my rescue.  Characters do that, you know.

 

Alone, (a short story). #writephoto

Photo provided by Sue Vincent at scvincent.com

No one knows where I am.  They’re probably saying I’m crazy.  That’s okay; I don’t expect most of them to understand.

I’m out here, all alone.  Miles away, on another continent.  The view is breathtakingly beautiful.  The sounds are inherently calming.  I don’t wake to an alarm; the slight hint of dawn and the chirping of birds is what wakes me every morning.

Chastity might understand.  Maybe one day I’ll go back for her.  Or maybe I won’t, if it could mean losing everything I have right now.

What I have now is freedom.  Like the gulls cawing above, I have freedom from my uncouth boss, freedom from bills, the mortgage, that ex-wife and her constant prying for alimony.  I have freedom from the stress.  The only thing I have to stress about now is what I’ll eat.  So far, I’ve been able to find a way, every time.  This is a life of survival, and I’m doing it.  I never thought I could give up that false security back home.  Now, I know it’s totally possible.

The beach breeze brings a pleasant, salty smell to the air.  Some days, I remind myself that the lack of a shower means a lack of interest–on my house, my credit cards, my car.  I let them repossess it, and the house went into foreclosure.  Some will say I was only trying to jilt my ex-wife, but they don’t see the larger monster that I needed to escape.

Money is what ruled me, and what was bound to kill me.  I was working non-stop, fueling myself with caffeine, Redbull and barbecue.  Now, I take my chances on a steep mountain or waking up in a hostel, not knowing if I’ll gather money to buy my next meal, but I am getting better day by day.  Instead of getting  heart disease, I will get leaner.

In a day or two, I’ll go to visit the monks on the next mountain.  I think they’ll agree with my decisions.  Learning to do without is really freeing.

 

 

*Every week, Sue Vincent posts a photo prompt and a challenge to fellow bloggers.  Directions are:  Use the image (below) as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 16th August and link back to this post with a pingback.

I invite you to visit the post on Sue Vincent’s blog at https://scvincent.com/2017/08/10/thursday-photo-prompt-alone-writephoto/

Friday Fictioneers. Phone Home!

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

I’d have to get stuck here, wouldn’t I?  All this time travel technology and I end up in a place that has no cell phone towers.  Lost.

This looks like a greasy burger joint, not a place I’d frequent, even forty years ago.

Somehow I have to get some help.  How can I summon Rickman?

Aha!  A pay phone.  We used to use these.  Let’s see.  I lift this up,  Ouch!  That’s loud! Beep. Beep.

“The phone at this location is temporarily out of service,”  a curt voice announces through the speaker.

The cell phone sits in my pocket, useless.

*100 words*

Friday Fictioneers opens on Friday and runs until the next Friday, when the next photo prompt is posted.  Please visit rochellewisoff.com for more Friday Fictioneers responses and info. on how you can submit your own Friday Fictioneers Flash fiction!  https://rochellewisoff.com/2017/07/26/28-july-2017/