An Unexpected Guest

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.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

A doorbell rang.

“Are you Pam?” asked the elegant lady.

“Why?”

“I’ve a business proposition for you. Can I… come in.”

For Pam, business meant — money. She unlatched the door.

As soon as Pam turned to face her guest, a hard slap landed on her cheek. CHA…PAAK!!!

“What the…”

Meg was quick. Pam was on the floor. Pam’s arms were twisted backwards.

“What do you want?” cried Pam.

“… glad you asked. You better stay away from my husband…” Meg twisted Pam’s arms like a doorknob.

“Yes! Yes… understood….”

“Good!”

Meg walked out of her opponent’s home with a flashing smile.

Rose’s Roses

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 toMarie Gail Stratford for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford

Why do roses have thorns?

Why do they smell sweet?

My garden blooms with roses, but why do I see you. Their fragrance embraces me like it’s you.

Why…!?

Our relationship had just started to bloom. Our bond was only getting sweeter. Each day as I sank in your arms, thinking we were strong; you knew, life’s petal was being plucked slowly from you.

Clutching garden scissors I ask, “What shall I do of these… you had planted them so well?”

I prune the dead ones. For the plants, I let the water seep into their soil that holds them.

Snowy remembrance

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 Dale Rogerson for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

“Meg! Be careful!” said Louise.

Meg’s chuckles and footsteps echoed all around the place. Her new teddy was the reason for her happiness. Louise was tucked inside the couch. The fire emitted a warm glow. Their voices sounded comforting.

The snow was falling outside. The landscape… a fairy tale.

Suddenly I feel the chilly breeze. There is no fire for warmth. Numbness is seeping inside me.

Things are turning steely white. Memory…voices…faces…smiles…all are fading… I try calling them but they are distant.

A ball of yellow light shines from afar. I think, it’s a sun but I know it’s not.

 

A story to tell…

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 JS Brand for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © JS Brand

Once upon a time there was a stranger.

I met him on a boat ride in a quiet little village.

We exchanged a few glances.

It was destiny — we kept bumping into each other.

We ended up on a sort- of- a- date at a restaurant by the lake.

When I reached my home country, I wanted to hear his voice. But I didn’t call him. I — somehow — lost his number.

A year later… I stand at the same place, thinking….

Sigh!

I look at the water playing carelessly. I wish I had given him my correct name at least.

Time to gear up!

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 Rochelle for  this week’s photo and also hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

We were surrounded by trees. We didn’t know they could burn. However, one day something fell from above and burnt a part of the forest. That day we got scared. That day, we ate cooked things for the first time.

We started making fire. The wheel was in motion. Soon came a day — of nothing.

A few of us… of our race survived. We geared up in search of a brand new place. We found a brand new planet. We settled.

“Time to gear up! Our ancestors found earth. We’ll have to find someplace else before here turns grey.

 

Too late…

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 Sandra Crook for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Jack was crazy about Bruce Lee.

He was a killer only if looks could kill. This time when he wanted to impress Tina, his girlfriend, he went to his dad.

“Can I borrow your new electric…”

NO! Absolutely not!” His dad managed to utter a few words inspite of being busy.

A big crash and a thud… did steal his attention though. He ran. The entrance wall was down.

“What happened…!”

“I… don’t know. It fell.”

Walking away he smiled. An evil twinkle brightened his eyes. He soothed his knuckles with dots of red and said, “Ah!…Fist of fury!”

The place to be

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.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

There was fun and laughter… excitement and jolly rides. It was the place to be at. I missed my bus. I was late.

The place to be… I stand looking for my wife and daughter.

The amusement park now a scene of chaos and confusion… bodies lay on the grass.

I look at… a photo of theirs… I cannot understand what is shaking vigorously — the photo or my hands or the earth. My photo gets moist without any rain. The sun is hot but my tears have filled me with an iciness. I stand. There is no fun and laughter.

New Neighbour

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 Victor and Sarah Potter for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © Victor and Sarah Potter

Marie’s stay at the spiritual retreat was relaxing.

Her home smelled of closed container, as she unlocked it.

Keeping her luggage, she walked towards the kitchen to find something to eat.

She made some scrambled eggs. Pulling the stool to sit, she screamed like a siren at her new neighbour — Mr.Spider —who was dangling like a disco-ball on top of her head.

Her eyes moved everywhere… looking for something… a weapon.

The kill was made. Marie’s gaze fixed on the latest edition of the spiritual magazine….now in dustbin. On it was written: Act and be kind to all living beings.

Shopping and happiness

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 Marie Gail Stratford for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford

“Mmmh!…blue…red… green. Which one?”

Amy’s fingers tapping hard on her chin. Her eyes are fixed on them, as they are hanging in the trial room.

“This one!” She picks up the green one.

“Mmmh…it suits my skin tone well.”

“Amy!” calls her friend, “time to go… closing time.”

“Yah! Coming.” Like a broken spell — her eyes move away from the mirror, and she starts folding them.

While travelling on the bus, posters of models stare at her. In the cell’s mild glow, her face looks content. A smile rests on her face. Order placed — her art products will arrive tomorrow.

Exquisite Objects

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 Sarah Ann Hall for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Ann Hall

 

A palace is a palace; therefore, exquisite beautifying objects adorned its space.

For the children, the rule was — Do not play near them.

For the others, the rule was — Do not touch or be close, as to scratch or break, anything.

For a cat, the rule was — Mind its business. So it did.

It skyrocketed towards a rat.

The final blow was deadly. Its sharp claws moved rapidly throwing fire. The rat escaped. Instead a vase accepted its fury. Intoxicated by the blow it danced drunk.  With adjoining friends, it toppled. Pieces rested in peace.

Meeewww! …. cause had sprinted away.