A Myna

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.

Thanks to Douglas M. MacIlroy for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO POMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

Uncle Martin was my favourite. One day, his truck stopped outside our house.

I ran out. He picked me up. Put me on his shoulder and we zoomed into the house.

Inside the house — he… getting out candies from his pocket; I… grabbing them reflexively. Engrossed as I was, unwrapping and chomping them, I noticed uncle’s hands in front of me.

“A gift for you,” he said.

My eyes grew with joy. I ripped the shiny wrapper with my sticky fingers.

Inside was a soft, fluffy bird.

“A mynah!” he said.

It chirped and flapped on pressing the switch button.

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The Moon

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.

Thanks to Ted Strutz for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

The place was filled with joy, laughter and champagne. I was not happy.

I stood where I could see the moon.
Droplets of pearls — her words —fell from my eyes.
“I miss you, mom.”
She wanted to go there.

I run downstairs.
Go to my laptop…log in…fill the form. Hit submit.

“Mom, I’ll go where you wanted to go. Dad’s got a new wife and here’s to my new life. Guide as always.” I speak a silent prayer.

“Moon watch out, I’ll be coming soon.” A promise, I make to the moon.

 

 

Partnered to serve

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.

Thanks to J Hardy Carroll for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

A special thanks to all the readers for their time, too. I came with another story and couldn’t stop myself from sharing it. Hope you enjoy!

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Days of searching, now stopped. My partner and I stood against an old abandoned building.

“Should we go or wait.”

“Why wait? Let’s g….”

A screeching siren had interrupted us. It came from inside the place.

“Do you think, somebody….”

Jerry started moving, and I followed him like Mary’s lamb.

Terror was walking in the air. Something was hanging in the dark against the wall. I neared it.

I heard a sound from behind. It was the cracking sound of my skull.

I turned around. The light was fleeing the scene. The door was taking me in. The case — CLOSED.

A Sunday

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.

Thanks to J Hardy Carroll for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

A special thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

“Honey, I’m so excited. Thanks!”

“Sure, no problem honey.”

We stop in front of a building. The gates are locked.

“Are you sure… this, is the place, honey.”

“Yah! It says, ‘you’ve reached your destination.’ Jump out! Let’s just check.”

“Are you sure — this is — the transport museum?”

“It’s ok, maybe we are earrl….”

Oh My God Honey! Just check this out. It says: Trespassers Will Be Shot Without Notice. LET’S GO!”

“But…”

LEAVE! your stupid… transport.”

The car is in motion. Silence is now seated with us.

“Anyways… thanks! for spoiling my Sunday.”

Unwanted Things From Past

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 Sarah Potter and Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

A special thanks to all the readers for their time as well.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter

While cleaning our basement, I found a lot of old stuff. What caught my attention were these shoes.  I could not recall whose these were.

My husband’s… no.

My father’s…sure not. He hated brown.

It’s so old that I can’t even tell their colour. Anyways, I pick them up and throw them in a box of “unwanted things from the past”.

As I throw them, I catch a strand from the past and everything reels before me.

“Grandpa!” How could I forget him? I remembered how I walked on his feet… on these shoes. Now I remember them right.

Art and Heart

This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week over here, you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.

For this week’s photo, thanks to Kelvin M. Knight, and Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

This is my first story at Friday Fictioneers after a long break. I hope you enjoy the read and thanks for reading and visiting.

“Mom! Look at her. She is again playing with food.”

“George your sister isn’t playing. She is making art. Don’t trouble her. She is an artist in the making.”

One year in art school — Vanessa learned all about art and heart.

Two years in art school, and she aced in love… by making a run for it.

 

 

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. 🙂