#FridayFictioneers – Getting Down

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Billy sat stunned in the grass watching Sally climb.  She was half monkey.  More than half.  She scaled the shear wall, finding invisible holds, ascending the ancient stone with ease.

“Come on up,” Sally called from from her perch atop the wall, receiving a doubtful look in return.  “I’ll guide you.”

Wanting to be like his big sis, Billy placed hesitant hands to stone.  Then he was climbing under Sally’s direction, finding invisible holds until he was too high to fall and too low to reach Sally.

“Help!”

Walking away, Sally called back, “Help?  But getting down is so easy.”

WC:  100


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#FridayFictioneers – Needed

PHOTO PROMPT © Yvette Prior

“Hallelujah,” Bob exclaimed as the elevator door opened.  He unslung his pack as he stepped into the lobby, computer booting before reaching the table.

It had been a long night driving.  Traffic was horrible.  The kids were wound tight, but were down now with his wife, fast asleep.

He should sleep too, but the story came to him driving, and wouldn’t wait.  Bloodshot eyes locked onto the coffee table.  Just what he needed.

Cold black syrup filled the cup.  The first sip went down with a grimace.  The second was better, not good but needed.

Time to get to work.


#FridayFictioneers is a weekly blog link up hosted by Rochelle over at RochelleWisoff.com. You should totally check it out and perhaps try your hand at writing a 100 word story.

Good luck!

#FridayFictioneers – The Hunt

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Phina surveyed her kingdom from the tower window as the blade wind pushed chestnut hair back from her sunlit face.  A seemingly perfect day in the kingdom.

There was no sign of the beast.  Maybe it slept the morning away after stalking the kingdom all night.  An opportunity to hunt the beast and rid her kingdom of it once and for all.

Down from the tower, bow strung, Phina moved slow to the beast’s feeding ground in the cold porcelain desert where it slept.

An arrow disappeared into the beast’s fur.  It’s eyes fluttered open, and looked into her’s.

WC:  99


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#FridayFictioneers – Moon Bathing

Kennesaw toweled off, stepped from the shower and into the small living space of the apartment.  Mother Moon, brighter tonight than he had seen in centuries called to him.

Soon, her powers would pour once more into him and his kind.  The prophecy was at hand. His aged, weak, wrinkled body would be reborn strong in the night again.

Pushing the glass door to the balcony wide, he stepped out, arms raised high, pale skin aglow in her glorious light.

“Put some clothes on freak!”

Kennesaw covered himself and scurried back inside. They laugh now, but soon they will pay.

wc:  100


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#FridayFictioneers – In Memoriam

PHOTO PROMPT © Carla Bicomong

Chelsea’s wet cheeks shone in the flickering light of thousands of candles.  Holding her own, unlit, in her hands as the crowd pressed.  They waited to release their own.

Thousands had come, offering songs and prayers to the fallen, saying goodbye the only way they had left.

Was this her goodbye?  She shuddered at the thought.

He could come back.  She didn’t know his fate for fact.

A gentle hand wrapped her shoulder.  “A lit candle isn’t goodbye forever.  Just, goodbye for now.”

With a sob, flame met wick.  Her candle floated away.

She smiled, knowing they would meet again.


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#FridayFictioneers – The Party’s Over

The Johnson’s checked out early Sunday morning to return home in preparation for the week ahead.

“What a weekend,” Ronny yawned to his wife as he unlocked the door and swung it open.  The stench hit them full in the face.

PHOTO PROMPT © Yvette Prior

“What the…,” Fran exclaimed peering over Ronny’s shoulder.  She couldn’t believe her eyes as Lil Ron lay passed out on the couch amid a mess of bottles, overflowing ash trays, and was that vomit on her new carpet!

Ronny took it all in before stomping over to his son.  “Wake up boy,” he shook him roughly, “The party’s over.”

WC:  100


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#FridayFictioneers – Ready To Go

PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio

Rob lifted his head above the top step and looked through the planters at his old life before laying back again in a spreading pool of blood.

Jen screamed nonstop curses from the window above as he lay there, his life leaking onto the brick.  She threw his phone.  Plastic and glass shattered inches from his head, peppering his face.

So much for calling 9-1-1, he thought closing his eyes.  It would be over soon.  Will that be so bad.  

Curses fell from above like rain along with drawers full of his clothes.

I’m ready go anyway, he thought.  So ready.

WC:  100


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