Not until next year

This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo. For this week’s photo, thanks to Jan Wayne Fields.

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“Do you have everything in there?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

“Now, we’ll just have to wait for the night sky.”

“I hope everything works well this time.”

“Don’t worry, it will. Haven’t you heard: Think positive and it’ll be positive.”

***

“It’s time. Bring the chicken.”

“What chicken? I thought you’ll get it.”

***

It sounded like a war was being fought inside the tent.

***

Until, next equinox the sacrificial white cloth has preserved its cleanliness. Although, it fears if it continues like this, the fools of this generation will never be able to make a sacrifice ever.

Words she spell

“Granny can we go out to play in the snow?”

Copyright - Dee Lovering

Copyright – Dee Lovering

“No child this is not snow.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean nouh..not real snow.”

“I don’t understand!”

“Well, I don’t understand either.”

Big words started pouring from her that didn’t make any sense to me – polar vuhrtex… global warming… new ice age….

I ran super-fast to alarm my mummy. ” It’s granny she is casting spells on us. ”

Only that made sense to me, for I had seen big words used in story books to cast spells on people and places.


I wrote this piece from the POV of a small kid who wants to enjoy the snow. Although it has snowed in the month of July, it doesn’t make any difference to her.

Rochelle Wisoff- Fields-Addicted to Purple is the place where every Friday a photo is shared with an aim to write a fiction around it in 100 words or less. Anyone who wants to participate can click at FRIDAY FICTIONEERS to know about the rules.

Today’s photo is a contribution from Dee Lovering.

Thanks to Rochelle, a kind host, and Dee for sharing the photo with us. I would also like to thank my readers for visiting, reading and sharing their views.

World at a click

“A little right, boy.”

“Yes, mam.”

“Wow! look at these streets. Look at the stones. Now tell me if you don’t see some art here.”

“Hmmm!…Yes, mam.”

“Now take me a little left, boy.”

She marveled at the beauty laid in each brick…block by block. There was no further ahead. They hit the end of the path.

“That’s it Mrs. Rodriguez.”

The old lady got up from the chair as her entire weight made her wrinkled hands tremble a little. With the crutches clasped, she moved out of the room.

“Next time… a virtual tour, to…Eiffel tower.”

Sandra Crook

Rochelle Wisoff- Fields-Addicted to Purple is the place where every Friday a photo is shared with an aim to write a fiction around it in 100 words or less. Anyone who wants to participate can click at FRIDAY FICTIONEERS to know about the rules.

Today’s photo is a contribution from Sandra.

Thanks to Rochelle, a kind host, and Sandra for sharing the photo with us. I would also like to thank my readers for visiting, reading and sharing their views. I’m very happy with this one as I was able to write it in 99 words. Hope you enjoy it. 🙂

This way and that way

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Copyright – Stephen Baum

There came a phase when everything was black. The tunnel seemed endless and charcoal dark.

Deep was the fall and air so still.

No words, no ideas not even a single thought came to my rescue. Ravenous clouds of fear had encircled me.

HOPE! A ray of light…something, somewhere…should be…. I fell with nothing to grasp.

The end seemed final with a shimmer approaching, its warmth and tenderness embraced me as I neared. The light so kind and gentle was full of knowledge and wisdom.

Clouds of fear had evaporated. I took a fill of life’s nectar in it. Totally drenched, wearing variegated wings of creativity I flew past the light.

I rejoiced and sang like a drunken bee.


Rochelle Wisoff- Fields-Addicted to Purple is the place where every Friday a photo is shared with an aim to write a fiction around it in 100 words or less. Anyone who wants to participate can click at FRIDAY FICTIONEERS to know about the rules.

Today’s photo is a contribution from Stephen Baum.

Thanks to Rochelle, a kind host, and Stephen for sharing the photo. I would also like to thank my readers for visiting, reading and sharing their views. 🙂

Track Trouvaille

If you love history and fantasy and love to make a cocktail of facts and myths then head our way to Track.

Our existence is only as old as the first rumors about witches, werewolves, vampires and UFOs spread like wild fire, terrorizing the mortals, all across the globe. We believe in serving the mortals wholeheartedly. We don’t discriminate between mortals and creatures of other dimensions.

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Copyright – Kent Bonham

Our bumper sale will begin on Friday 13th November, 2015.

All our items are authenticated by “The Doctor”.

Last year the items that sold like hot coffee were – transparent pearls, jade money tree, rabbit’s foot and tiger’s tooth. They proved instant remedy for problems related to love, money, relationships and fear of aging.

We also arrange for a soul’s meet up with deceased (of any kind or loved ones).

Our existence is purposeful and we’d like to transform your life. So, don’t wait on the other side of the bathroom mirror. Gear up and shout a “YES” (but only after midnight as before that we are unavailable) and consider us with you. Our felt presence will always guide you from then.


I know this is way more than 100 words but I really enjoyed writing this. I hope you too enjoy reading it. A great thanks to both Rochelle and Kent for today’s Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to all my reader friends for their time and comments.

Rochelle Wisoff- Fields-Addicted to Purple is the place where every Friday a photo is shared with an aim to write a fiction around it in 100 words or less. Anyone who wants to participate can click at FRIDAY FICTIONEERS to know about the rules.

Today’s photo is a contribution from Kent Bonham.

 

Inhabitants

PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff- Fields

“Harold, I love this place… specially the woodwork.”

“Let’s finalize the place, then.”

“Yes! But there is only one problem – dirt and dust. You know I don’t like that.”

“My, love don’t you worry about cleaning.”

Both Harold and his wife could see a car coming their way.

“See, I told you no worries. Humans are here. If they’ll stay, they’ll clean.” said Harold in a soft tone.

They both started laughing as the new tenants walked right through them.

Rochelle Wisoff- Fields-Addicted to Purple is the place where every Friday a photo is shared with an aim to write a fiction around it in 100 words or less. Anyone who wants to participate can click at FRIDAY FICTIONEERS to know about the rules.

 

Tattoo Not So Cool

“Do you see that?”

“Yes.”

“What is it?”

“A big oven.”

“What do they cook over there?”

“….things.”

“What kind?”

“…mostly… bricks.”

“I’m Micky and you are….”

“…No. 7.”

Micky gave a puzzled look.

“Yah! That’s my name. See this,” said no.7 as he extended his right hand, “they tattooed it in my wrist.”

“That’s cool. My mom says I’m too young to get myself tattooed. You look my age. How did you convince your mom?”

“I didn’t. They just did it.”

“How….”

“You ask too many question,” said no.7 and vanished like a smoke.

Micky screamed “Ghost! Ghost!” and ran like a weasel never to check this spot again.

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Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

Rochelle Wisoff- Fields-Addicted to Purple is the place where every Friday a photo is shared with an aim to write a fiction around it in 100 words or less. Anyone who wants to participate can click at FRIDAY FICTIONEERS to know about the rules.

Today’s photo is a contribution from Marie Gail Stratford.

A great thanks to both Rochelle and Marie for today’s Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to all my readers for their time and comments.

In the white land

A blank sheet of ice stretched far and wide. Today, some outsiders were hiding in its thickness.

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Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

Our hunters eagerly waited for any kind of movement. They had travelled far in the ice land. No walruses, no seals, no carcasses were on the menu for them. They had smelled food at this point and took a break.

In their polar thick white furs they were fighting … for their destiny… for their survival… for food. Desperation and hunger was leading their paths but food was not easily found or  served.

A motion was sensed at a distance. Eyes locked on the target… set to kill.

The battle won’t last long. Our hunters will be defeated by electric fencing even before they could reach their food.

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All I could think was of Polar Bears. On 15 May 2008, the United States department of Interior listed the polar bear as a threatened species under the Endangered Species Act. Due to climate change they are facing great difficulties such as starvation and malnutrition. They mostly hunt seals but even they are on the endangered list of animals.

I would also like to share this video.

Rochelle Wisoff- Fields-Addicted to Purple is the place where every Friday a photo is shared with an aim to write a fiction around it in 100 words or less. Anyone who wants to participate can click at FRIDAY FICTIONEERS to know about the rules.

Today’s photo is a contribution from Douglas M. Macllroy.

A great thanks to both Rochelle and Douglas for today’s Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to all my readers as well for their time, contribution and comments.

 

Only A Fool

Rochelle shares a photo prompt every Friday. She encourages us to write a story in hundred words or less based on the photo. If you’d want to add your story just click at  FRIDAY FICTIONEERS to know the details. You can then feed your story to the little blue frog icon there.

This week’s photo is shared by Roger Bultot.


I tied my sneakers, plugged the headphones, set the timer on and started jogging. After jogging for 20 minutes I could see some smoke. So I started following it.

I was standing on a street that looked very familiar. People, fire fighters, a fire truck…became visible to me. I started walking and finally saw the house that was on fire.

It was none other than my ex’s house. I asked one of the fire fighters if someone was injured. He said, “No injuries, we reached right on time.”

“How… did, fire ….?”

“The guy, kept an egg to boil… in a micro and forgot about it…completely… what kind of a person does that?”

“Only a fool,” I said in my mind but all he could see – was a big smile.

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Copyright – Roger Bultot

 

Train of Thoughts

Sometimes I can hear them…. Oh! I wish for it to stop…only for a while…but it doesn’t. I hitch the early morning train at the break of dawn. As the day goes by, the train only catches up speed.

It ignores my command as I shout …STOP! Stop! At nighttime, it slithers inside my mind cage while I’m still sleeping.

Only if I could abandon this – train of thoughts … is my thought. But I’m the mortal engine and the chain of thoughts will merrily run with me till my last breath.

After all, what is an engine without its wagon? What kind of a human will I be without a single thought attached to me?

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Copyright – Jennifer Pendergast

Rochelle shares a photo prompt every Friday. She encourages us to write a story in hundred words or less based on the photo. If you’d want to join the wagon click at  FRIDAY FICTIONEERS to know more about it. You can feed your story to the little blue frog icon there.

This week’s photo is shared by Jennifer Pendergast. Thanks Jennifer.