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A New Life

It’s Friday Fictioneers time again! As always it is hosted by Rochelle and this week’s 100 word photo prompt has been provided by fellow Fictioneerer Adam Ickes.

You can see other entries here – more are added every day, or have a go yourself – it’s fun!

That looks to me like a Native American in the background – if it isn’t, it is for this story!


Copyright Adam Ickes

They’d broken away from their tribes, eschewing modern technology. They wanted to recapture the lives of their ancestors. Over a hundred had gathered in a remote valley to live according to the ways of a long-gone age, following a history gleaned more from John Wayne movies than from textbooks.

From time to time backpackers wandered into their valley. Waste not, want not. Why just take a scalp when the entire body is covered with good, useful skin?

Of course in this modern age they needed money, so they sold their products in town. Their best-seller?

Hiking boots, 100% quality leather.

  1. December 11, 2013 at 5:46 pm

    OMG Drali that is simply creepy – I will never look at a pair of leather hikers the same way again…


    • December 11, 2013 at 5:48 pm

      This story came to me in under 5 seconds – you can see how darkly my mind works πŸ™‚


      • December 11, 2013 at 5:52 pm

        hhhmmmmm… again CREEPY!!! well done though, the best ideas always come quick and just flow out…


        • December 11, 2013 at 5:54 pm

          True, some people worry about going with their first instinct but for Friday Fictioneers I almost always do. I hate having to force a story.


  2. December 11, 2013 at 6:03 pm

    Payback’s a bitch.

    It’s wednesday. You know that, right?


    • December 11, 2013 at 6:13 pm

      We do Friday Fictioneers on a Wednesday because we’re real eager beavers! We can’t wait until Friday πŸ™‚


  3. December 11, 2013 at 6:12 pm

    that was perfectly creepy! awesome. πŸ™‚


    • December 11, 2013 at 6:14 pm

      Thanks! FF gives me plenty of opportunities to let my “dark” out πŸ™‚


  4. December 11, 2013 at 6:27 pm

    This is delightfully creepy! I’m a sucker for a dark story. Excellent use of the prompt.


    • December 11, 2013 at 8:11 pm

      Glad you enjoyed it! My stories usually turn out fairly dark πŸ™‚


  5. December 11, 2013 at 7:09 pm

    Another dark masterpiece πŸ˜‰


    • December 11, 2013 at 8:12 pm

      Thanks! I saw you “went dark” this week as well πŸ˜‰


  6. December 11, 2013 at 8:08 pm

    Awesome story. One of my favorites so far this week! And yes, that is a Native American in the background.


    • December 11, 2013 at 8:17 pm

      Thanks! It was a great photo with the focus on the boots. It gave me my story in under 5 seconds which is a record – boots made from leather – Indians take scalps, basically skin, skin to make leather (more or less) – done πŸ™‚


  7. December 11, 2013 at 9:28 pm

    Revenge of the Indians, above and beyond the casinos. πŸ™‚



    • December 12, 2013 at 6:38 am

      I don’t think another casino was traditional enough for this group of ne-er do wells!


  8. December 12, 2013 at 1:10 am

    Ew. Gross. But in a good way!


    • December 12, 2013 at 6:39 am

      Yeah, pretty gross, the thought of wearing that on your feet πŸ™‚


  9. December 12, 2013 at 5:02 am

    Yet another John Wayne movies have ruined society πŸ˜‰ Creepy and good story!


    • December 12, 2013 at 6:40 am

      Oh, John Wayne movies aren’t so bad, though unfortunately not always historically accurate πŸ™‚
      I’m glad you enjoyed it!


  10. December 12, 2013 at 5:31 am

    Your story’s are so good, thank you.
    I hope you create a special reading, writing nook in your new home.


    • December 12, 2013 at 6:43 am

      Thank you for reading and enjoying! I always look forward to your comments.
      The bedroom in the house is very large (in a modern build it would be a two-bedroom house), so there’s plenty of room there for my desk. Latest news – completing in “early January”. We shall see πŸ™‚


      • December 13, 2013 at 7:30 am

        Very sweet of you to write that.
        Wish you were better at math!


        • December 13, 2013 at 7:41 am

          I’m sure I can learn – how hard can solving two dimensional surface integral equations (my nemesis at university) really be? πŸ™‚


  11. December 12, 2013 at 7:42 am

    Gruesomely good! A clever take on the prompt.


    • December 12, 2013 at 11:21 am

      Thanks! This story came to me worryingly quickly πŸ™‚


  12. December 12, 2013 at 9:46 am

    Dear Draliman,

    Wow, this one creeped me out. Do I want to know what they did with the rest of the bodies? Don’t blame John Wayne for this. Eeeeeew. But you wrote it well. πŸ˜‰




    • December 12, 2013 at 11:26 am

      Dear Rochelle,
      I did think about the remainder of the bodies but didn’t have enough words!
      I blamed movies for their view of history because I wanted to make it clear that any stereotypes the breakaway tribe had were gleaned from fiction. To be honest, after seeing so many cowboy films I don’t know what’s fact or fiction from those days so I took the safe way out (sorry Mr Wayne) 😦 .
      I’m glad you enjoyed it anyway πŸ™‚


  13. December 12, 2013 at 10:39 pm

    You are so morbid…
    not complaining πŸ˜‰


    • December 13, 2013 at 7:42 am

      “Draliman the Dark” they would have called me in Middle Earth πŸ™‚


  14. December 13, 2013 at 8:19 pm

    DR,cool stuff this-like the way your mind works ;-)Enjoyed this gory story πŸ™‚


    • December 14, 2013 at 4:55 am

      I’m glad you enjoyed it, though I might be happier if my mind didn’t leap so swiftly to such dark topics πŸ™‚


      • December 14, 2013 at 7:12 am

        Ah,I have that tendency too-most of my pieces have some murder tucked in somewhere,lol!Am off to my school reunion in a few days,and won’t be bk before 25th-so wishing you Happy holidays DR,tc & God Bless:-)


        • December 14, 2013 at 8:03 am

          Happy holidays to you too, and I hope you enjoy your reunion πŸ™‚


          • December 14, 2013 at 8:08 am

            Thank you-yes I will-this is the 4th time we batchmates are meeting in the last 8 years-so u know how it is ;-)Am so excited


  15. December 14, 2013 at 11:28 am

    Oh that’s a place I’d never go shopping for boots.. clever take.


    • December 14, 2013 at 3:57 pm

      Ah – but you’d never know! Bwahahaha πŸ™‚
      I’m sure they’re very comfortable – yuck 😦


  16. December 15, 2013 at 1:49 pm

    I started to say your story was something like mine in reverse but then I got to the end. Lol


    • December 15, 2013 at 3:19 pm

      Yes, I see what you mean! Your guy is hopefully leaving the reservation to find something a little less gruesome than my little band πŸ™‚


  17. December 15, 2013 at 6:25 pm

    Yuck! Those hikers must have been very thick-skinned, and no doubt the meat came in handy too?


    • December 15, 2013 at 6:40 pm

      I’m trying not to think about what they did with the remainder of the bodies. Sometimes a one hundred word maximum is a blessing – keeps me from expanding too far into the details πŸ™‚


  18. December 15, 2013 at 10:55 pm

    Love it! Clever, funny, gruesome… Great flash fiction πŸ™‚


    • December 16, 2013 at 7:40 am

      Thank you! There’s nothing quite like a gruesome twist at the end, I reckon πŸ™‚


      • December 16, 2013 at 6:05 pm

        It’s pulling it off that is the challenge, and you did! πŸ™‚


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