While She Waited – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday evening, my peeps!  First off, to my Friday Ficioneer Friends, I apologise for not getting to all of you last week.  Was one of those weeks.  I shall strive to do much better this week, I promise!

Our Fabulous Fictioneer Facilitator, Rochelle, has chosen one of my photos.  Hmm… wonder where she “snagged” that one from?  All good.  I did give her the A-OK, of course!

Should this cute decor inspire you to write your own 100- word story, please do and add your link by clicking on the blue frog below.  It’s a fun challenge and really teaches you to cut the fluff!

©Dale Rogerson

 

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While She Waited

They had arranged to meet at a bar/restaurant on the happening street of town. For most, it might seem weird to meet close to midnight but when you worked late shifts, this is what you did. No biggie, they were both night owls.

She got there early and waited by the entrance. She’d never noticed the umbrellas before. How cool! She snapped a few pics, shared them on Instagram and waited.

Over half-hour late. Starting to feel uncomfortable, and getting certain looks designed for a “working woman”, she chose to wait in her car.

Her cell pinged: “Where are you?”

 

Cut To Perfection – Friday Fictioneers

It is officially Thursday as of 18 minutes ago.  Hey, what’s a girl to do when she works a 12+ hour shift and gets home at 11 pm?  I had been thinking of this wonderful picture by J.Hardy Carroll and trying to come up with something.  I dunno why, but my drive home gave me an a-ha moment so, voilà.

Thank you to Rochelle for hosting our weekly gathering of fellow fiction writers.  I so love how it challenges me to try to come up with something original.  Sometimes I succeed, sometimes, not so much.  However, we keep coming back week after week, don’t we?  Oh?  You don’t yet?  Well, what are you waiting for?  100 words, beginning, middle and end.  Full story.  It’s a challenge, that’s for sure!  If you do want to try, just click on the blue frog below and add your link to your blog.  Easy-peasy.  Not sure what else needs to be done?  Just click on Rochelle‘s name and follow the rules and regs!

©J.Hardy Carroll

 

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Cut to Perfection

Bit by bit you cut away at me.  I don’t really notice it at first:  a chisel here, a cut there, nothing significant.  I’m flattered you care enough to better me.  Over time, more cuts, more changes, all in the name of making me perfect, you say. I protest.  You dismiss my concerns as nonsense.

You say I have a great base to work with as my frame is good but just needs some improvements to make the whole me that much prettier.  “Just think beautiful cut-out objets d’art!”

Outside, I look good.  All that was me has been discarded.

 

 

 

 

 

From Outrage To Opera – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday evening, my readers! It is Friday Fictioneers time and I (foolishly?) decided to try and channel our very own Queen-of-bringing-history-to-life, Rochelle. What was I thinking? Thank you to GAH Lerner for the use of her lovely photo.

Please, do join in and give us your 100-word story that came to you upon gazing at this photograph. Once you have written it, click on the blue frog below and add your link… then the best part is this: You read and comment on other’s stories, they read and comment on yours and our community becomes even more wonderful. And, bonus, you don’t even realise it, but your writing becomes all the better for it! Win-Win!

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From Outrage To Opera

Moon gazing, Ryan thought of his journey. He saw his 12-year-old self, sitting in solitary confinement despite two good years with Miss Hughes, a teacher who never gave up on him, telling him he mattered.

Once out, he vowed to change his circumstances, including signing up for choir despite his lack of singing skills. Mr. Brown, teacher, took it upon himself to teach him, bringing him to the Metropolitan Opera at 15, with Denyce Graves, an African-American lead singer. Someone like him. Finally, Ryan had a dream.

Nine years later, Ryan Speedo Green sang at that very same Metropolitan Opera.

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The House That I Built – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning, my peeps!  What does that mean?  Friday Fictioneers!  Luckily for me, I was asked to switch shifts (from 11 to noon) so I had an extra hour this morning so I could write this now rather than later, when I could have forgotten what I wanted to write.  Coz that happens.  Often.

Thank you always to the lovely Rochelle for hosting this here weekly party and this week, a thank you to our very own Dawn M. Miller‘s grandson, Nathan Sowers, for this beauty of a picture.

Want to join in on the fun?  It is fun.  And addictive.  Just click on the blue frog below to add your link to your 100-word story that you came up with when you saw this picture 😉

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The House That I Built

“Why do you always bug us to keep the house up?”

“You listen to me very carefully.  It took me everything to get where I am.  I worked hard.  But I became a drug addict and a pusher.  I had a house at age 23.  Amazing, eh?  Well, I almost died from those drugs and lost everything.  I owed lots of money and could have gone bankrupt but instead I worked my ass off, ate macaroni and bologna for years as I paid back every single dime I owed.

“So yeah.  It’s really important to me to keep my house up.”

Let Them Go – Friday Fictioneers

‘Tis a rainy Wednesday and, as a result, they don’t need me at work today!  Yay! As yesterday was another long one, I am not sad at having the day to myself.  I probably should take advantage of this extra day to do official stuff that needs doing but first, this.

Our fearless leader, Rochelle has chosen this lovely photograph by Carla Bicomong.   See something in this pic that inspires you to write a 100-word, not a word more, story?  Then by all means, click on the blue frog below and add your link!  If you need more info on the how-to’s, click on Rochelle’s name for the rules and regs.

Do have a lovely Hump Day!

©Carla Bicomong

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Let Them Go

Sitting on a blanket on the hillside, Clara watched the people below.  She had no idea what they were celebrating but it felt more like a release every time they put one of the floating lanterns onto the water’s edge and pushed it gently out.

Did it bring one peace of mind? Was the symbolism enough to grant solace?

Clara felt her tears well and spill out, one for each of pain, loneliness, responsibilities of kids, house, money.  She named them and let them drift away with each lantern, marvelling at how she felt lighter as she let them go.

 

Not Fit For Company – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday, my peeps!  Well.. for another 7 minutes in my neck of the woods anyway!  Didn’t think I’d have the energy to come up with anything and then tried not to go any particularly direct route (as I like to do, anyway) so… voilà…

Thank you to Rochelle for keeping us in line each and every week.  Thank you to all of you who participate and reciprocate, which makes this weekly get-together all the better.  And this week, thank you to Yvette Prior for allowing us to use this photo… I won’t even ask what that’s all about, k?  To play along, please click on the blue frog below.  Not sure how this works?  Easy peasy!  100 words – no more but less is accepted (not including the title) – one story, beginning, middle and end.  Hook up with the frog!

©Yvette Prior

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Not Fit For Company

She had that deep, sexy voice you just couldn’t forget.  And a laugh that included everyone within hearing distance.  And, always dressed to kill.  Not overkill, mind you, but always in good taste, well put together, you know?  Clothes, make-up, jewellery, the whole shebang.  Never ever would you see her out in public in sweat pants and no make-up.  Never in a million years.

Had never been inside her home, always said it wasn’t fit for company.  Laugh and say, ya right!  Then one day, she called.  She’d fallen and couldn’t get up.  So I went.  Man, she was right.

 

Born This Way – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday, my peeps!  It’s that time of the week.  Some call it Hump Day, we here in this group call it Friday Fictioneers Prompt Day!  And jeez louise, Rochelle chose a doozie from Ronda Del Boccio

I was stumped for a bit… then I wasn’t.  Hope it gives you a chuckle…  Click on the blue frog below if this photo inspires you to write something… anything!

©Ronda Del Boccio

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Born This Way

“Wow… that is something else…”

“So, that is all natural?”

“Oh my! That is most impressive!”

“You must have suffered an immense amount of heartburn.  I have heard that women do in this instance.”

Jeanie couldn’t help but smile at all the comments she received when people were first introduced to her newborn son, George.  It truly was something else.  She had suffered an insane amount of heartburn.  During her whole pregnancy, Jeanie popped Tums like they were candy.

“Crazy, eh?  I don’t know where it comes from but his hair was like that at birth! Straight up and full!