Tag: 100 word story

#FridayFictioneers – Lost in the Pages

~ Russell ~ 13 Comments
PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

“It’s you! I’m your biggest fan. I’ve read all your thesis’s and theories. Brilliant! If you wouldn’t mind…”

“Sorry son, didn’t see you there.” Professor Land removed his glasses and rubbed his tired eyes, before looking the lad, a ball of barely contained energy, up and down. “I was quite lost in an enchanted forest when you found me, and want very much to return.”

The boy stood stunned and wide-eyed, not knowing how to react. At once, pleased to be acknowledged and miffed at being dismissed.

“Take a card and see me tomorrow. Office hours are on there. Goodnight.”

WC : 100

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#FridayFictioneers - Huff & Puff

~ Russell ~ 24 Comments
PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields

“Wow, he really meant it,” Stinky squealed.

“Sure did. Got inside just in time too,” Pinkey said peeking out the window. “Hate to think what would have happened…” She shook her head.

Gray stepped out amid the destruction unafraid, spotting the wolf laid by the street recovering from all the huffing and puffing. “Yep, you’d think they’d learn after all these years. This old brick held up for my Great Grandhog, and it’s still strong as anything.” He patted an appreciative hoof on the brick and squealed laughter.

“One day little piggies,” croaked the wolf. “I’ll get you one day.”

WC: 100

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#FridayFictioneers – Chasing Smoke

~ Russell ~ 11 Comments
PHOTO PROMPT © Randy Mazie

Thin wisps of smoke climb from the trembling tip of Henry’s cigarette, up and up through fading shafts of evening light. He watches them go and dreams of joining them, lazily curling up, wafting away, free on the constant breeze that flows through the old building, making it the perfect place to fix.

Henry watched it go, visualized his own journey, drifting free among the clouds and picked up his belt. His hand steadied the moment he bit down on leather, the vein stood out, and he plucked up the needle. It was time to make his dreams come true.

WC: 100

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#FridayFictioneers – Run to the Light

~ Russell ~ 18 Comments

PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio

David ran.

Faster than ever, he ran. A thousand thousand scratches oozed blood, leaving his trail on the leaves.

The thumping rhythm of huge paws sounded from the deep wood. The beast followed fast an effortless track. It flew, thorns and limbs sliding harmless off its thick ebony coat. Drool overflowed the maw, leaving streamers behind.

David’s adrenaline spiked at the sound, and he pushed harder still, moving at inhuman speed.

The light looms ahead. One final stretch to the wall. They wait there, faces hopeful, before their eyes focus behind the runner and fill with terror.

David ran.

wc: 99

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#FridayFictioneers – No Fingers, No Play

~ Russell ~ 22 Comments

PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala

Old Elroy had two passions in life.  Music and woodwork.  Oh, how he could tickle those ivories, and build the bench to sit on while doing it.

You know, he could have been famous playing that old piano.  We told him to focus, but he would have none of it, being of two minds as he was.

And so, when the tablesaw took his fingers, the music died as well.

You can still see his piano though.  He couldn’t sell it, even though his playing days were done.  Turned it into a planter, he did.

Darndest thing I’ve ever seen.

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#FridayFictioneers – Drunkmobile

~ Russell ~ 14 Comments

PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

Bobby parked the ‘Drunkmobile’ outside the bar and went. Shivering.

“Just got off, huh,” said the barkeep noticing his clothes. “Must be cold on that thing.”

“That’s what the gin is for. A double please.” Bobby shrugged out of his heavy work-coat and leaned back. “Getting my license and therefore a heater back next week though.”

“Guess you won’t be stopping in after work then, huh?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I’m kinda liking my evening gin.”

“Well, don’t get caught again.”

“No worries. I’ve learned my lesson.” He knocked the gin back. “One more. You know, for the road.”

WC: 99

#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 – It’s All In The Bread

~ Russell ~ 18 Comments

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

“Best sandwiches this side of the state. No, the country. Maybe the world.”

“Really?”

“Yep. It’s the bread… That’s right, the bread. Fresh baked every morning, it makes the sandwich.”

“Bread does not make a sandwich.”

“No. And yes. Anybody can stuff fillers between two pieces of bread. Everyone has the same fillers off the same truck. The bread is the difference. People show up for the bread.”

“You are passionate about this bread.”

“Just wait, and you’ll see. Here it is now.”

“Place looks closed.”

“No way! What happened?!”

“Don’t know. Maybe they quit making dough.”

WC: 97

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