Wait For Us! – Friday Fictioneers

Posted on June 21, 2017 by Dale | 41 Comments

Good Wednesday, dear Readers. Hope your first day of Summer is filled with sunshine (for those of you in the northern hemisphere, that is) or at least, like me, with bits and spurts of sunshine between showers! If you are in the southern hemisphere, hopefully your first day of winter is nice and mild.

We are once again gathered for a weekly 100-word story-telling session from folks all ’round the world. Pretty darn cool, if you ask me. And if you don’t, well that’s okay too.

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for keeping all us ducks in a row and this week, thank you to Ted Strutz for a photo that brought me back a few years to an event that is quite a memorable one. Sadly I can only give you bits and spurts but let me assure you, the longer version is a hoot and a half. Hopefully this one still comes through as funny.

Should you wish to participate, then by all means, click on Rochelle’s name and get the hows and whys and if you just want to read more stories, then click on the blue frog.

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Genre: Remembery (yes, I decided to call it that)

Word count: 100 – always

Wait For Us!

After spending the day in Sint Maarten, we gave ourselves 60 minutes to return the Jeeps and make our way to the cruise ship.

Traffic jam! In “downtown” Philipsburg? Really? Over the walkie-talkie, Sébastien said, “If I make a move, will you follow?”

“Right”, said Mick, “Follow! You’re crazy! We’re not even moving!”

“Just follow me!”

Movie-like, Sébastien, shifted to the left onto the sidewalk and drove past the traffic jam, pedestrians scattering in all directions.

We three families followed, dropped off the Jeeps and ran like crazy up the pier.

“Wait for us!!!” we yelled before the ship pulled away.

Missing You – Friday Fictioneers, Take Two

Posted on June 15, 2017 by Dale | 59 Comments

Hello again, dear Readers! As I had alluded in my first submission, I really had more than one idea for my picture. (How come we get so thrilled when one of ours is chosen? Well, I do, anyway!) This was my original idea but then the other one came in and bullied its way in. This one refused to be silenced so this week you get a Two-fer from me! Rules and regs here. More stories. Frog.

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Genre: Reminiscing

Word count: 100

Missing You

The warm night breeze caressed her cheek as she meandered along the resort’s winding pathways. What a beautiful evening in this Caribbean paradise. The scent of flowers teased her nostrils and the distant music tickled her ears.

She smiled and nodded to those passing her by; mostly couples, some small groups enjoying spring break and a family or two. None seemed to be , like her, alone.

Truth was, she was not alone. She had left her friend behind in the room, watching TV. Looking up at the full moon, she wished she could hold the hand of her true love.

Looking For Ideas – Friday Fictioneers

Posted on June 14, 2017 by Dale | 88 Comments

Good Wednesday, my reader friends. The sun is shining (in my neck of the woods) and it has been hot and sunny and beautiful and no one is complaining – yet – about the crazy heat we have had. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields picked my Instagram photo, taken this past April in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic. Where does this image take you? Want to try to put it into a 100-word story? Go ahead! It’s fun and addictive. Click on Rochelle’s name for the how-tos. I actually had a totally different story brewing in my head and just may put the second one out there. That would be a first! We’ll see.

If you would simply like to read other takes on the photo prompt, just click on the Blue Frog.

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Looking for Ideas

It was a dark and stormy night and the vampires were out in blood-thirsty full force… No, can’t do that. Rochelle loathes vampire stories – even though she did a sorta one.

People were running in all directions, zombies on their tail… Nope, not a fan of zombies either, though the people in the shot are going in different directions.

The whole scenario that had just been written was nothing but a dream… Ugh. No dreams either – even though I did one way back, before I knew better!

Come on, Rogerson! Use your imagination! It’s your own picture for frig’s sake!

The She Shed – Friday Fictioneers

Posted on June 7, 2017 by Dale | 118 Comments

Top of the mornin’ to you, my Readers! Been up and at ’em since 6:30 am. Why, you ask? Because. Because. I dunno why but I decided to not try to go back to sleep and get stuff done! Coffee and Friday Fictioneers seemed like the perfect place to start. The sun is shining – YAY! FINALLY – so I shall be taking advantage of it before it’s off to work.

Fabulous Friday Fictioneer Facilitator, Rochelle has chosen the marvellous Sarah Potter‘s lovely pic this week. Do have a go at writing your own 100-word story, if you dare. Click on Rochelle’s name to get the rules and regs – reallly, they are not that complicated…

Just want to read other versions? Please click on the blue frog

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The She Shed

When they visited the property, she spotted the old potting shed. Her husband was quick to say they would tear it down first thing.

“Oh hell no!” she exclaimed. “Consider it my project, darling. I’ll fix it up. You’ll be amazed, just you wait and see.”

He shrugged and they bought the property.

As promised, Charlotte worked on the shed diligently, ripping out the overgrowth, painting and beautifying. When done, she showed it to Sam.

“Wow! I’d hang out with you here!”

“Don’t think so, Bud. Virginia Woolfe said a woman needs room of her own… It’s my She Shed!”

Out Of My League – Friday Fictioneers

Posted on June 2, 2017 by Dale | 74 Comments

Good noon, EST friends. Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Fictioneers. I struggled with this one; I cannot lie. I did not want to go the obvious route, though I did have a nice little inspiring idea bouncing around in my head. Actually, I think this would have been one of those über rare occasions where I could have written two totally different stories! Maybe I will! Probably I won’t. 😛

Thanks always to Rochelle for keeping us ducks in a row week after week. And for this week, Rochelle chose a photo from Karuna, so thank you Karuna! Please, click on the blue frog to read other interpretations for this photo. Should you feel inspired yourself, click on Rochelle’s name to get the rules and regs.

Out Of My League

In her youth, she considered herself drab, no — ugly. She was all arms and legs with buck teeth. But was good at sports; her one saving grace, she figured. At one time they called her Olive Oyl so her self-opinion didn’t change, even though she got braces, which fixed the teeth, and she eventually filled out, even gaining some boobs! It didn’t matter, she thought she had gone from ugly to okay.

Imagine her surprise when, 35 years later, she was told, more than once: “I liked you but never dared to ask you out. You were out of my league!”

The Inheritance – Friday Fictioneers

Posted on May 25, 2017 by Dale | 68 Comments

Good afternoon, dear readers! Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Fictioneers. A challenge, to be sure, to tell a whole tale in 100 words or less. It is doable. Truly. I’ve been participating for over a year now. It’s a lot of fun. Our fearless leader Rochelle sends us a photo and man, you would not believe how many directions one image can take in the hands of all these diverse writers. It’s great. This week, we needs must acknowledge J. Hardy Carroll for supplying this image.

Should you wish to participate, click on Rochelle’s name for the rules and regs – truly, not complicated… A full story, beginning, middle and end in 100 words or LESS. Acknowledge the photographer and Bob’s your uncle!

Now, still too shy to play? Click on Ze bleu grenouille to check out other stories. Ya never know, you just may be inspired to try it yourself! G’head! Give it a try!

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Genre: Fiction (Wishful Thinking? A girl can dream, non?)

Word count: Toujours 100 exactement

The Inheritance

The phone rang at 6:00 a.m.

“Bonjour, Monsieur Fred. Zis eez Notaire Bluteau from France. Your great oncle Tom ‘as passed away and you are ze sole beneficiary”.

“Me? Uncle Tom lived in France?”

“Oui, oui, Monsieur. Not only zat, ‘ee owned a vineyard in Provence and you are now ze propriétaire! You must come to sign ze papers, as soon as possible.”

Excited beyond belief, Fred made his way to Châteaux Pompom in Arles to see his fabulous inheritance.

Vines as far as the eye could see, totally overrun with weeds; a house, right, so, at least he had land!

While It Lasts – Friday Fictioneers

Posted on May 17, 2017 by Dale | 112 Comments

Good Wednesday morning, my Peeps! Et oui, it is Friday Fictioneers time. My favourite part of the week where we all gather to tell each other 100-word stories based on a photograph sent to us via our Hostess with the Mostest, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week, she has chosen a picture from Roger Bultot. Love this photo, Roger. Thank you! There should be many a variation to be found if you click on the blue frog… Should you want to participate, please click here for the rules and regs. Truly simple rules, I promise. What is hard is whittling down our original thoughts to 100 words. It is a challenge that teaches us that less is more. G’head! Try it!

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©Roger Bultot

Genre: Fiction

Word count: Toujours 100

While It Lasts

“Scuse-me. May I please have a hot dog with ketchup and an Orange Crush for me, and a coffee for my Daddy?”

“What? Who said that?”

“Meeee! I did!”

“Who’s there?”

“Meeeee! Down here, Mr. Bob!”

“Would you look at that… How are you Miss Sunshine? Didn’t see you down there. How ’bout you hop up on the stool so I can see your pretty face?”

As the father picked up his daughter, the men smiled at each other over her head. They both enjoyed this weekly ritual, knowing one day, too soon, they could not play this little game.