Good Wednesday evening, my peeps. I almost didn’t play this week. But this photo called me. And then I worried I’d do something similar to what I’ve already done so… I’ve decided to do a little FanFic. One of former Friday Fictioneers, Claire Fuller, was my inspiration – considering I’m reading her latest and fourth novel, it might be the why 🙂 Should you have something wonderful to write about this lovely image from Alicia Jamtaas, do so, please. And leave your link by clicking on the frog below. As always, a thank you goes to Rochelle for herding this rowdy bunch of cats every week!
Oh look! It could be Die Hütte from Claire Fuller’s “Our Endless Numbered Days”!
Don’t be ridiculous. It was small, but not that small! Could you imagine two people living in there?
Oh right. I guess not. Still, I don’t think it was very big. They were pretty cramped in there. And where’s your imagination, anyway?
Apologies. While we are at it, let’s pretend we are in Germany, too. Shall we go see what it looks like inside?
Maybe we’ll find a body!
I should hope to hell not! What is wrong with you anyway? Your life not interesting enough?
Good Wednesday morning, my peeps! The sun is shining and I dunno about you but I am in that part of the world that is Hot! Hot! Hot! Rochelle has snagged one of my pics this week, so there is no way I can’t play, right? If you want to as well, please click on the frog below and add your 100-word story. G’head, it’s fun!
“What the heck is that?” Rochelle exclaimed.
“It’s a Montreal landmark called the Gibeau Orange Julep, been standing, in this iteration, since 1966. The first, smaller, had to be moved to make way for the expressway.”
“But what is it?”
“Sorry! It’s basically a fast-food restaurant where you can have burgers and poutines and the drink it is best known for, the orange julep, a family recipe that dates back to 1922. Wanna try it?”
“What does it taste like?”
“You ever have a creamsicle?”
“Imagine ice cream with an orange popsicle coating.”
“Yeah, it’s a love or hate thing.”
If you’re interested, the MTL blog did a nice little write-up on this place. You can read it here.
Friday Fictioneers is here! I’ve been looking at this pic for a good while, trying to come up with something original. So. instead, you get this! Thanks to Rochelle for hosting this come rain or shine and, this week, thanks go to Liz Young for this wonderful image! Click on the frog below, if you happen to have something better to tell! Remember, 100 words, maximum!
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The Stories We Could Tell
Oh boy! I bet the story for that one is interesting!
No kidding. Kid does a Ferris Bueller, only, instead of putting it in reverse trying to back up the odometer, puts it in drive and it flies off the stand, through the garage and then through the wall!
Good one! How about this? In full War of the Roses mode, wife takes husband’s precious car and instead of squashing it with her big-ass monster truck, puts a weight on the gas pedal and lets it fly!
Oh yeah. That’s good too.
Probably just some dumb-ass who can’t drive.
Friday Fictioneers. On a Saturday! Who’d a thunk? Why not is what I say. Thank you, always, to Rochelle for hosting this weekly challenge. And thanks to Miles Rost for the use of this great picture. Should you want to play, just click on the frog below and add your 100 words’ worth! G’head, it’s a great way to learn how to cut the fat in your writing.
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Just an Illusion
How do you do that?
Balance it all. Get everything done.
Wherever did you get that idea?
I watch you. I see. You seem to have a handle on everything.
Ha ha! Trust me, I don’t. It may look like it but oh, hell no. I do not. Not even close!
I think you’re pulling my leg. Tell me how you do it.
Listen to me. And don’t look too closely. I am the queen of illusion. I flit, I dance, it’s all smoke and mirrors.
Fake it till you make it?
More like baffle them with bullshit.
It’s Wednesday! And today I play. Blame Na’ama Yehuda for supplying this lovely image. Thank you, always to Rochelle Wisoff(no e)-Fields for hosting this weekly shindig called Friday Fictioneers. If this photo inspires you to want to write a 100-word story, just click on the frog below and add your link. Fun stuff!
How many times do I have to come to New York without visiting the bloody place? Tell me! I came, back in ’90 or was it ’91? for a friend’s wedding. Then, we did the usual: Empire State Building, Central Park, Times Square, and… what? Nothing. I didn’t even know what the Twin Towers were and probably simply walked past them.
Twice, we left from New York to board cruise ships. What did we visit? Friggen Toys ‘R Us! Times Square. Central Park.
How many pictures of the Statue of Liberty from afar do I have to take before I visit her?
It’s Wednesday! And looky here! It’s my photo and yet another that was used in a Crispina prompt! That Rochelle does like to challenge me, doesn’t she? Making me have to come up with something new. I tell ya. Click on the frog below to add your link, should you be so inspire!
What a Deal!
I know we’ve visited quite a few properties but there is one more I want to see. Check the listing: ‘Lake front property, beautiful views, three bedrooms, two baths’. It’s a steal at two hundred and fifty K.
Steal or robbery? At that price I’m thinking it’s a shack, ready for demolition!
Maybe it’s a succession thing and they just want to get rid of it! Who knows until we go see, right?
I guess it can’t hurt to go visit. Just don’t get your hopes up.
Welp. Definitely not a succession thing.
They should rephrase that to In-Lake property.
Happy Hump Day, Folks! It’s Friday Fictioneer time and today’s picture sent me off in a direction I didn’t expect. Gotta love that. Thanks, always, to Rochelle for keeping us cats herded. And this week, thanks to David Stewart for this fabulous photo. Do join in with your 100-word story inspired by this photo by clicking on the frogs below and adding your link. G’head. It’s fun!
“Yo, Zit-Face! Wait up!”
“That you Jelly-Belly?”
“In the flesh! Well, what’s left of it.”
“I almost didn’t recognize you! You look amazing!”
“As do you, my friend. And your face no longer looks like a neon pimple factory.”
“Tell me about it. Talk about a hellish time. Except for you, high school sucked.”
“I have so missed you.”
“Me too. You in town for long?”
“I’ve moved back. Turns out Mr. Fantastic wasn’t quite up to par.”
“I coulda told you that… but I won’t.’
“Appreciate that. So tell me. what’s new?”
They linked their arms, “Where to start…”
It’s Wednesday. It’s time to try to write a 100-word story with beginning, middle and end using this picture as inspiration. Some days a bunch of ideas get jumbled together only to be tossed aside by an earworm. Go figure. Sometimes, you just gotta go with the flow! If you want to play along, just click on my singing frog below and add your link. G’head, you know you wanna….
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It was a one-eyed, one-horned, flyin’ purple people eater. One-eyed, one–”
You don’t like?
No! Major earworm!
Fine. Purple rain, purple rain–
What’s wrong with you?
Nothing. How about: Purple haze all in my brain–
You fixated on the colour purple or something?
Yeah, I guess you could say that.
See that picture up there?
Yeah, so? Ohhhh… lemme guess. Rochelle’s prompt?
Yeah. Had an idea about the results of an eye operation left me seeing all things purple.
I just wanna drive ’til I run out of highway, Into the purple sky
Good Wednesday, my peeps! It’s Friday Fictioneer time and would you lookit that? Rochelle has chosen my photo this week. Should you want to play, just click on the frog below and add your link to your 100-word story… fun stuff, I tell ya!
Have you ever met one of those people whose light seems to shine bright? I’ve been lucky to have known three. They are always humble, generous, kind and don’t look for attention – except if it involves fun. And yet, like moths to a flame, you can’t help but find yourself drawn to them. They immediately make you feel like you belong in their circle. You become part of their family, no questions asked.
The trouble is, when they leave this earth – and it’s always too soon – only then do you realise that the world has gotten just a little dimmer.
It’s Thursday and I thought I wouldn’t play and then an idea came and well, here I am. Friday Fictioneers, a place where you let your imagination roam where it will, but within 100 words. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and this week, thanks go to Liz Young for the use of her wonderful image. If you want to join in or read other stories inspired by this photo, just click on the frogs below!
Learning the Hard Way
I’ve always been a firm believer in learning through living. You can give advice but let’s face it, they rarely, if ever, take it. So you watch from the sidelines, quietly.
I was always very careful not to say or show when I didn’t like one of her boyfriends. I just watched her disappear into the person she thought he wanted, knowing that she would eventually wake up and get out of there. Only later, would I admit that I knew that particular relationship was doomed.
It’s hard, though. To watch them stumble. You don’t want your kids to suffer.