#FridayFictioneers – New Growth

January 16, 2020 ~ Russell ~ 26 Comments

The airlock clanged jarring Sarey from her thoughts. It was a months long trip of stars and blackness, and she was both happy that it was over and apprehensive at what awaited her. She already missed the color of Earth.

Heavy doors hissed open. The Captain greeted her in the gray tube that ran from docking to Control. They walked gray corridors, wore gray uniforms, and lived on a gray, lifeless world.

She would change that.

Her workstation was gray and barren. She stuck a photo to her monitor.

“Okay Mars, let’s get you growing.”

WC: 100

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#FridayFictioneers – Vacation

January 9, 2020 ~ Russell ~ 24 Comments

The moment the wheels stopped rolling, the RV door flew open and kids poured out like sands through an hourglass. They screamed and jumped, reveling in the freedom of open spaces and sunny skies.

Exhausted, Jan propped herself in the doorway. “You kids go play.”

They yipped and ran, playground bound, kicking up deep sandy footprints.

“Be back for dinner,” she called at their backs. “Don’t make me send your dad after you.”

Jan closed the door and collapsed on the couch. Dan turned from the instrument panel to look at her. “Dinner?”

“Yeah,” said Jan, “we’re ordering pizza tonight.”

WC: 100

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#FridayFictioneers – The Plunge

December 20, 2019 ~ Russell ~ 17 Comments

A gazebo sits on the snow covered banks of a large body of water. — *PHOTO PROMPT ©* Dale Rogerson

“No. Please,” Fin begged. Shivering in nothing but his tighty-whities, he wished for his gazebo bound clothes.

Bob laughed. “Please? That all you got?”

Large hands grasped Fin by the shoulders, held tight against his struggles, and pressed him onto the dock stretching over the icy water.

Pressed to the edge, Fin saw everything with perfect clarity. Snow covered beaches, epic mountains filling the horizon, and all that ice cold water.

Then he was flying, swimming, gasping, and being pulled out of the icy depths.

“We do this every year! Welcome to the family!”

Fin wondered what he married into.

WC: 100

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#FridayFictioneers – Carnage

December 13, 2019 ~ Russell ~ 18 Comments

Slim hit the floor with a thud that was concealed by the explosion of what they called a Carnage bomb. The resulting wall of flame sent plaster dust, mortar and masonry shrapnel speeding in every direction.

He crawled, bleeding, ears ringing, and covered in white dust, to where the explosion had hurled Bobbi. She lay in a heap of wrong angles. Tears cut trenches in Slim’s grime covered face as reality set in. She was gone.

They would come for him, just as they had come for everyone else.

Let them come, he thought. I’ll show them some real carnage.

WC: 100

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#FridayFictioneers – The Hunt

December 6, 2019 ~ Russell ~ 26 Comments

Cyrus walked easy, a pretty young girl by his side. He talked, and she giggled.

Things were so different now. He could remember when there was nothing here save a small village and wilderness. Those were simpler times, but things change over hundreds of years. There was no stopping it.

His kind had worried at the beginning of this age, that The Hunt would be hampered with all the light, but the prey was attracted to light, like moths.

Slipping into an alley, he went for her neck. She moaned her ecstasy and pressed against him.

Cyrus drained her life.

WC: 100

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#FridayFictioneers – Round and Round

November 28, 2019 ~ Russell ~ 26 Comments

Doug looked askew at the steaming car planted in the shrub and shrugged. “Like I said officer, guy never slowed down. Couldn’t hear him over the music, some old rock I think, round and round something. He was laughing though. Probably high. Darn kids!”

The officer scribbled notes before looking back up at Doug. “He never tried to get off?”

“Doubt the thought ever crossed his mind. Was having a blast. Like at the fair or something. We lucky nobody got hurt.”

“True. That shrub is torn up pretty good though. Guess the hospital can tack it onto his bill.”

WC: 100

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#FridayFictioneers – The Circle

November 16, 2019 ~ Russell ~ 9 Comments

Joaquin lay upon the wood-planked floor in the center of it all. The center…of the pentagram chalked in white, of candles blood red tipping each point, and of the circle of poured salt pulled directly from the sea.

Moonbeams filtered through the circular window, filling his circle and himself, with power. The time was near, the circle would be fully lit, and he would pull a demon from the underworld, trapping it in the sea-salt circle. A pet demon, just what he needed.

The candles flamed to life.

Joaquin began to chant.

Soon…they would all pay.

WC: 100

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