FF – Daytime at Midnight
Here is my post for Friday Fictioneers, the 100 word story prompt hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by her long-time friend Lucy Fridkin.
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Copyright Lucy Fridkin
Frederick stared down at the great Arks below. Though after midnight the light from the approaching solar storm reflected off the water, casting shadows which danced across the waves. Soon the Arks would set sail; later they would dive to the depths of the ocean, protecting the world’s inhabitants inside hardened steel shells…
“What’re you doing?”
“Oh, just looking at the bay, dreaming up a story.”
“Come inside. The solar storm will be here soon. We want to be together at the end, to say goodbye.”
“Okay. Arks would’ve been good.”
“Huh?”
“Oh, just thinking out loud.”
FF – A Night in the Trailer
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, the 100 word challenge hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo comes from Jan Wayne Fields.
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Copyright Jan Wayne Fields
“Morning, Dear!”
“Morning, Love! Um… didn’t we used to have a car?”
“After last year’s camping trip, I arranged with my friends to drive it back home overnight. This is real camping. No phones…”
“Whaaat?”
“… no car, just us and Nature. Ah, the smell of the woods, the sound of the… bears?”
“Yeek! We’ve no car! No car!”
“Don’t panic, Dear. Squeeze into the trailer!”
“It’s tiny!”
Much, much later…
“Do you think they’ve gone, Dear?”
“Do you wanna poke your head out and check, Mr Nature?”
“Not really. Let’s make the best of it. Marshmallow?”
Frosty silence.
FF – Same Old
Here is my story for the 100 word Friday Fictioneers challenge, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo came from C. E. Ayr.
This story will either be mildly amusing or won’t make any sense whatsoever. I’m hoping people have read the book or at least seen the film. Sorry, I’m out of ideas today.
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Copyright C. E. Ayr
“This is it. Interdimensional portal.”
“Why the chain?”
“Tourist attractions always do that. Stop people seeing the cool stuff.”
“Like portals?”
“Like portals. This is gonna be great!”
“Yeah, massive! Let’s do this thing. I love this part, never know what you’re gonna find!”
They jumped the chain and entered the door.
Snow. Bitter cold. A lady on a sleigh to their left, a strange creature to their right, gesticulating wildly at them.
The pair shook their heads sadly and walked back through the door.
“Unbelievable. Narnia again. Why’s it always Narnia?”
“That bloody lion’s on his own this time. Beer?”
Limerick Challenge – Tell Me a Story
I’ve missed the last few weeks but I’ve managed to put together a limerick for Mind and Life Matters’ Limerick Challenge this week.
This week the theme is “Tell Me a Story!” To read all the limericks, click on the blue froggy.
I have a whole story to tell
To fit it all in will be hell
‘Cos five lines are too few
So you’ll have to make do
With me saying it all ended well.
FF – Carnage!
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, the 100 word challenge hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo comes from Björn Rudberg.
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Copyright Björn Rudberg
Chris “Fingers” O’Flaherty shot an evil grin at the hapless shop keeper.
“Not gonna pay up, huh? Time ta die!” He held out his hand and his cohort, Nigel “No Brains” Bingwit, handed him a violin case. Fingers opened it and extracted the contents.
“Eat lead!”
Twang.
“Ha!” scoffed the shop keeper, suddenly feeling brave. “What ya gonna do, batter me to death with the string section?”
Fingers stared at the violin in his hands. “Bingwit, you moron. You picked up the wrong cases!”
Meanwhile, across town at the weekly rehearsal of the Little Brimptom String Orchestra, it was carnage!
FF – Insulation
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, the 100 word story challenge hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by long-standing FF member Sandra Crook.
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Copyright Sandra Crook
“It’s an eyesore!” some exclaimed.
“A pre-Raphaelite-modernesque statement of individuality and form!” declared others, brazenly inventing art terms on the fly.
“Is it paint? Mosaic tiles?” wondered yet more.
“It’s lovely and warm and cosy,” the owner muttered, largely to himself because nobody else was listening.
Then it rained. It rained and rained and rained. And the building creaked and groaned and creaked and groaned some more. And then it fell down.
Because, you see, while a knitted woollen tea cosy is just the thing for keeping your favourite beverage warm, it’s no good on a house.








