It’s Wednesday! And that can mean many things. Over here in blogland, it means the start of Friday Fictioneers (don’t ask, just know!) Rochelle has
dragged, encouraged me to play by ever so sweetly asking me to use my photo. How could I refuse? More importantly, why would I? Should you feel so encouraged, please do add your link to your 100-word story by clicking on the frog below. G’head. I dare you!
G’head! Click to play!
It doesn’t take much, you know. To be made to feel more than, rather than less than, or worse, inconsequential. Sure, the big things are nice and all but in the grand scheme of things, those things are just accumulated stuff. Some stuff you really enjoy. Some you don’t know why the hell you keep except for some misguided sense of obligation. And, if you are not careful, you lose sight of the things you love most amidst said stuff.
It might be cliché but actions do speak louder. Small ones. Big ones. Ones that make sense only to you.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Looky here! Rochelle found a way to kick me into gear and get me to Friday Fictioneer with my Friends. Pretty sneaky, you ask me. But then again, I have been away for eons… Nice to be back to play with you. If you want to play with us, just click on the sunbathing frog below and add your linky-link to your 100-word story!
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You gonna set up a table, too?
Why the hell don’t you set up on the walkway. You know, where there is NO snow?
That too. Plus you know how much I hate when there is snow at my birthday.
And your point is?
Hate is not good for your health. I have to embrace it. So, I’m sunbathing.
Language! What’s it to you anyway?
Feeling left out.
Only one chair. You didn’t invite me.
You just mocked me!
Changed my mind. Whimsy is good.
Grab another chair, then.
‘Tis Wednesday! But I wish it was Friday! Oh well. In order to make due, we must try to find time and ways to amuse ourselves. Yanno, to make the day seem less arduous. Thankfully we have Rochelle to help us out. This week’s photo belongs to Lisa Fox, who graciously permits us to use it as inspiration for a 100-word story, no more but could be less. To play along, or to see what a fabulous group of writers has come up with, just click on the frog below and add your link. It’s wonderful to read all the interpretations.
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That house is rather interesting, wouldn’t you say?
Yes, I would. But something tells me you are being sarcastic.
You know me so well. And you’re right. It’s like it was built from scraps. Or whatever was hanging around.
Ecological and creative. I think it makes it way more interesting than if it were made with just one material.
You’ve got a point.
‘Course I do. Take you, for instance.
You’re not all one thing or another. You’re a product of bits and pieces collected along your journey.
A mixed mediums of sorts.
Exactly! There’s hope for you yet.
It’s Friday Fictioneers – the time where we fool you because it’s only Wednesday but we play for Friday. In advance. Coz we can. This week our loyal and tireless leader, Rochelle, has shared Anne Higa’s lovely photo. Now, it woulda been easy to wax poetic on Tuscany coz those who know me, know I’m rather obsessed with the region. However, I’m not giving you the option of calling me predictable. No siree. This came to me as I was pouring my coffee, truth be told. I’m still struggling with finding the pretty words for yesterday’s challenge so I figured I’d give that a rest and jump on this one. Ain’t it grand? K. ‘Nuff small talk. If you want to write something more betterer or inneresting, just click on the frog below and add your 100-word story link. G’head, I dare ya!
She’s been a bit off lately, dontcha think?
What’d’you mean, off? She’s not feeling well?
No, Haven’t you noticed? Her pictures are a bit wonky.
Wonky? How so?
Well, last week, the picture was all like on a crazy angle like all the people were gonna fall off the edge and now look at this one!
You’re such a dumbarse! Last week she was being all artistic like, see? But this week it’s fine.
But, look at that!
It’s normal. That’s how the building tilts. It’s not called the Leaning Tower of Pisa for nothing!
Oh. Right. I knew that.
It’s Wednesday! That’s right. It means Friday Fictioneers time. Rochelle keeps on keeping on so the least we can do is try to participate. And I do. Mostly. Wasn’t gonna this week, coz photos like this bug the crap out of me but hey… why not work that in? A thanks to Roger Bultot for creating my mood 😉 If you wanna play along, just click on the frog and add your 100-word story link. G’head, it’s fun!
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Not enough ground coffee for my first cup this morning.
So grind more and stop bitching.
Why don’t you go pick up your wet towel from the bathroom floor and bugger off.
Jeez. Who pissed in your cereal this morning?
Whatever. You know it annoys me and yet you still do it.
Why don’t you get your grumpy-ass writing your Friday Fictioneers. Might change your mindset.
Did you see the photo? Why do people take photos like that on an angle?
I suspect to get the whole image in…
Are you still breathing my air?
It’s Wednesday! Friday Fictioneers is here! And would you looky here… Rochelle is using our little trouble-maker, Omelette, for the prompt. Sorry she is blurry. It was one of those “quick before she jumps” situations. Can’t very well diss my own pic now, can I? How about you click on the frogs below to check out the other 100-word stories, or, how about you add your own link?
Haha! Cute! Does she always hide inside the bookshelf?
Yep! I’ve decided to start using her as a helper.
Ever watch The Tonight Show when Jimmy Fallon uses cute puppies to choose the Super Bowl winner?
Actually, I have.
Well, my guy uses his cats in the same manner. ‘Course, this year he had a 50/50 chance as they each chose a different team. I thought they should be disqualified but hey, who am I to judge?
So what’s your point?
Sorry, Got carried away. She helps me choose my next book to read!
Hope she changes shelf sometimes…
Welcome to Wednesday! The day when most of the Friday Fictoneersers deposit a link to their 100-word story via frog. I kid you not. We really do! Once upon a time, they were deposited on Fridays but, over time, it’s become a thing to do it as early as possible. (I figure it’s coz we know it gives us more time to read all the others… maybe Rochelle has an explanation. Then again, maybe it’s just simple evolution. It matters not. Here we are!
Apologies in advance. I fear I have not gone the fiction way, yet again. This wonderful photo, supplied by the equally wonderful Bill Reynolds, has sent me down memory lane. Much as people heard me go on and on and on about Tuscany, we had to hear Mick go on and on about his desire for a Ford F-150 truck. He wasn’t looking for one quite so “vintage” as this one, however 🙂
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How did your meeting with Raffi go? Is he pleased with the way the business is going?
He said I’m doing great, that if I keep working hard, my business will keep growing. He has faith in me.
Fabulous! So, what’d he say about you getting your Ford F-150?
Raffi said no.
He said it won’t be long.
And you’ll heed his wisdom.
Of course. He’s not steered me wrong yet. He said he only wished Armen would listen as well as I do!
Haha! I’m not even worried. You’ll get it.
And he did. He was so happy!
His new baby, March 2012
It is Wednesday. I thought, nah… I can’t. I won’t. But then I did. It’s time for Friday Fictioneers and I’m maybe doing a little FanFic at the same time. I cannot remember the last time a book grabbed me so completely. And to think it’s an Audible one to boot. I think it’s thanks to Julie Harris’ fantastic reading of West With the Night that has so enraptured me. I’m maybe halfway through and I so highly recommend it my friends will think I’m a royal pain in the ass. What can I say? I love what I love… So yeah. Na’ama‘s wonderful photo could be used in so many ways. This is mine. Thank you, my NYNF. And thank you, Rochelle for tirelessly rounding us cats up! Click on the frog below to check out what other fabulous 100-stories were created. Or, hey, how about you add your own?
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Dark With the Night
Her light might have been the only one on in the building, not that she cared. A rumble of thunder had her glance through the window, enlightening her to the darkening sky. She mentally shrugged, took a sip of her tea, and re-immersed herself in the boar hunt in Africa…
…the belly of the earth was hot as live ash under our feet. Except for an occasional gust of fretful wind that flattened the high, corn-like grass, nothing uttered…
She sighed. Hemingway was right. “Bloody, wonderful book”.
It’s Wednesday and I’m on the ball here to play Friday Fictioneers. I had to go down memory lane again only this time, I imagined I was my younger child. I am still, to this day, reminded that it’s been an awful long time since we had our adventures. (Did I mention said child is now 22?) Never mind the store no longer exists but hey, I take it as a compliment that I am actually worthy of spending time with. Wonder if Indigo would do? Wonder if I would still get a “Yes, let’s go!” Till then, a special thank you to Ted Strutz for supplying this week’s photo as well as an always thank you to Rochelle for hosting! If you’d like to play along, click on the frog below to add your 100-word story link.
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When Mom said: “Let’s go to Chapters!” my heart leapt in joy. It was the coolest place. There were four floors of books! I always looked forward to this adventure. We’d start off on the main floor, me tugging Mom’s hand to pull her towards the stairs that lead down to the kids’ section. So many books!
When I was old enough, she’d leave me to walk around alone, to choose the ones that I want. “I don’t suppose you want us to go and have a hot chocolate when you’re done, right?” Don’t know why she bothered to ask!
Would you look at that? It’s Friday. Thank gawd! And I’m playing Friday Fictioneers today on a Friday. Wasn’t gonna play at all but hey, only fools don’t change their minds, they say. I ain’t no fool. Not to be confused with being foolish. I can be plenty foolish on occasion, I assure you. This week our leader extraordinaire, Rochelle, has
pilfered, sweetly requested, this photo from Bradley Harris. I don’t know about any of you “enjoying” the chill of this particular winter – no comment from youse guys in places like Texas, k?, but I could easily imagine my own self looking at this here view. If you can as well and are inspired to write your own 100-word story, why don’t you and then plop the link to said story by clicking on my surfer frog below!
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Wouldn’t you just love to live here and be able to see this every day?
I don’t know, to be honest.
Seriously? Why not? As far as sun destinations go, Hawai’i is the most temperate. Less inclined to have hurricanes and whatnot.
Oh, I know. But I think I’d get bored of it all. I actually like having four distinct seasons.
Yes, even winter.
Well I, for one, can easily see myself living here for the rest of my life.
Perfect! It will give me a place to come and visit!
You do that.
I most certainly will.