Tag: 100 word story

#FridayFictioneers – Thanksgiving 2018

~ Russell ~ 15 Comments
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Jeremiah took the package and walked a little distance to the river’s edge, hopped from rock to rock and settled down where the rushing water could rumble around him.

Warm sun forced the long tan coat he wore off, so he folded it neatly and laid it beside him, clear of the water insuring it would be dry for the night’s cold.  It was a good coat, showing a few holes from years of wear, but it would be good for years yet.

Settled, he looked to the sky, mumbled a few words of thanks, and unwrapped the turkey sandwich.

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#FridayFictioneers – Voices

~ Russell ~ 37 Comments
PHOTO PROMPT © J.S. Brand

Stacy looked out back and started.  Marv crouched there in underpants, chisel in hand, carefully working the huge chunk of wood, making… something?

“Marv?  Marv, what are you carving?” Stacy called from the now open rear door. “Come in Marv, you’ll catch cold.”

Marv kept working, ignoring the cold as he ignored his wife.  He had no answer.  The voices hadn’t said what it was.

“Get in here before the neighbors see!”

“Finish!” the voices screamed.  “Finish!”

Marv worked frantically, obeying the voices.  Stacy’s cries blew away like wind, drowned by the voices.  Only the voices mattered.

“Finish, finish, finish.”

WC:  100

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#FridayFictioneers – The Game of Kings

~ Russell ~ 25 Comments
PHOTO PROMPT © Jeff Arnold

Benny sat the chess board on the table and placed the pieces.

Larry had always said that they were playing “The game of kings” as the pieces settled on the board

“Then why are we playing?” Benny always answered back.

The board set, Benny pulled out the ouija, placed his hands on the teardrop shaped pointer and thought of his friend.  “You first,” he said.

The pointer moved, letter to letter, allowing Benny to construct the words.

“Queen’s pawn to D4,” the board spelled out.

Benny smiled, knowing that would be his friend’s first move.  Same ole Larry, he thought.

WC:  100

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#FridayFictioneers – Reclaimers

~ Russell ~ 21 Comments
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

The cleric stood atop the dais, speaking softly to the assembled circling the alter.

“Tonight!,” he exclaimed.  Fire erupted from torches bathing the assembled in fierce heat.  They pulled away, then leaned in as soft words accompanied the flames dwindling.  “Go forth.  What has been taken will be reclaimed.”

“Yes,” they shouted.  “Yes, we will reclaim!”

“Bring fire upon the unbelievers.  Rise up, strong and fierce,” he elongated fierce, accenting it with another gout of flame.

With destruction in their hearts, they poured from the assembly.

The cleric, his work done, retired atop the tower to watch the world burn.

WC:  100

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#FridayFictioneers – First Job

~ Russell ~ 39 Comments
PHOTO PROMPT © Jilly Funell

Jake smiled as he read the text.

–coffee shop.  mall.  5–

Excited for his first job since the Army, he showered, dressed, and set out early.  It would be nice to get back to what he knew.

She sat alone sipping from a white paper cup.  The over-sized sunglasses fell short of covering her swollen black eye.

“Sarah?”

She nodded, pulled a bulging envelope from a small pink purse, and slid it over.

***

Jake compared the picture to the black haired man held in the cross-hairs.  It was him.  His breathing slowed melting the nerves away, exhaled and pulled the trigger.

WC:  100

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#FridayFictioneers – Getting Down

~ Russell ~ 15 Comments
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

~ Russell ~ 27 Comments
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!