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.
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.
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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.
Walking away, Sally called back, “Help? But getting down is so easy.”
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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.
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.
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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.
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If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that College Football is back and I’m ready for it. I’m up this morning, drinking my coffee and waiting for kickoff. Won’t you have a cup? There’s a pot of freshly brewed Peet’s Dark Roast just waiting to be poured. We can also get you some tea or iced coffee, but that stuff in the pot is really good. You should give it a shot!
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PHOTO PROMPT © Nathan Sowers grandson of our own Dawn M. Miller
The sparseness of City Park frustrated Jack.
This passes for nature in the city, he thought. A patch of grass with playground equipment.
A white car belched black smoke as it chugged slowly past. He coughed as the car pulled around to park beside another, much nicer, car. Tinted windows rolled down.
Something shiny lay in that direction. It was mirror-like, but didn’t reflect. The grass in the frame swayed as he looked into it. Jack reached through, plucked grass from the other side and smelled the freshness he longed for.
He slipped through as the white car backed away.
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