Magical Boots

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

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT submitted by Courtney Wright.

The girl prodded her path with a wooden stick in hand.

Today, she was in luck. She found a shiny pair of boots. It hardly mattered, if they were of her size or for boys.

She picked her find and analysed them. The shiny duct tape made her think of them as some magical boots.

With a joyous chuckle, she threw her stick in the air and slid herself in the pair.

As she walked her feet could barely keep up with the shoes. They made a wish! woosh! sound. Together they disappeared in the pathway of tall grasses.

 

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Performing a stunt

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

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT ©Jill Wisoff

It was the beginning of a new ending.

Industrial revolution — they had named it, then.

Today we are suffering… struggling for clean air.  Fresh clean air is a luxury only rich can afford, middle class can manage and the poor die.

My daughter hasn’t seen the outside world, yet. She is 3 and suffers from breathing problem.

Today is not my lucky day. The oxygen mask is selling in black — that calls for some action. I’ll be performing a stunt… without safety masks.

My lungs would be exposed to the thick toxic air but I will survive. I’m a stunt man.

A Hiking Trip

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 Jan Wayne Fields for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too. For this week I’m happy to share two stories with everyone. I hope you enjoy them both.  🙂

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields

Story A:  A Hiking Trip

We met after 10 years. We wanted to do something adventurous. Hiking was decided.

We reached the top. The camp was set. The night came with millions of stars and…

“Ooch!”

“Jim are you al’ right?”

“…mosquitoes… I think… aren’t you all…”

“No. They aren’t. The night’s beau… rememb….”

So it’s just me, they are in love with.

I missed my bed… pillows and…. Between sleeping and staying awake… I’m sure — I heard a roar or a hiss. Anyways, tiredness had hijacked me and I slipped into Phu! Phu! Gruuu!

Morning was real. Words tumbled out: “Thank God! I’m alive!”

 

Story B:  A life in flying

It was the highest plunge. He had always loved heights. Some said, “He’s crazy!”

“A bird! Finally I’m flying like a bird.” he said. His arms were wide open as they were soaking freedom. A bird flew next to him. Chee! Cheewp!

In the operation theatre the doctors and the nurses were trying to find his pulse. It was getting feebler.

He was flying higher.

He had loved the place for its height, peace and solemnity.

“We are losing his pulse, doctor.” The machine echoed teeet!…teet!…teeee!

But he, was already flying high.

All play, all fun

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 PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

I whatsapped my friend: What are you doing? Been a while! Been busy?

Beep!

I clicked on the video sent by him.

I messaged him: What’s this?

He replied, “This is golf disc!!!”

I messaged: Golf…what?

He replied, “You have to throw the Frisbee inside that pole.”

I message: You mean that…pole-basket-kind-a-thing?”

He replied, “Yes. I’m enjoying it! 😀 😀 😀 ”

I blinked… for a sec.

On typing “golf disc”, Google showed me the results, but it would do it for anything…right? At least I have my friend’s video. I know it is real.

I messaged: Have fun! 😀

Rightful Owners

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

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © Yarnspinnerr

The house was building happy memories for its owners. Men sat in the veranda — chatting, playing cards. Women were inside the kitchen — chopping, cooking and talking. The battalion of children ransacked the entire house. The air smelled of heat, sweat and dust along with a hint of cooking spices, mint and coriander.

One day people, mostly neighbours, came. With faces drenched in anger, their words sounded terrifying. Nights passed in deathly silence.

Then — one night, a strong fire attacked the house from outside.

Inside, voices cried… Help! Help!

The land is claimed and tamed but not by its rightful owners.

Standing in silence

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  Fatima Fakier Deria for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

He stood in silence as he had for years.

Molly, the cleaning lady, lost her job. Tommy, the driver, lost his.

He knew well of the humans and their nature of deceit.

The lady had slipped the necklace to one of her lovers.

The master was no good either; he too, had several affairs. However, he was the one to poison his father while everyone thought his death was natural.

He stands as its leaves are rustling and listening.

Once again someone is plotting plans under its shade.

Way back

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

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg

STOP! They stopped at the sign. They were surprised that they had come so far.

Silence, peace and just the two — it could be their favourite spot. However, between them ran some space and the gentle breeze touched them. Silence presided, until she said, “… that’s it… then.”

“Huh…I guess so,” he said.

The birds were flying, what seemed like to their nests. From the sky, a cooler sun was descending into the valley somewhere.

They hugged but in the absence of any warmth.

She drove past him and the signpost — STOP!

At home, her family would be waiting for her.

A Distant Dream

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

Cranky!…Stupid!…

“Why are you mad at me, Jonas?”

Not you….”

“Then who? It’s just the two of us, here.”

“I’m not…”

“Things happen. It’s nobody’s fault. Just chill!”

“…not mad at you. I’m mad at this stupid thing. It had to stop working, right when that lion was out… in action…at night. It could have been — ‘an epic shot’.

“Let it be, Jonas.”

Jonas saw — the prize money and epic shot fly like bats in the distant dark night sky.

The weather was good today. Clouds, rains and thunderstorms had been predicted after that.

Their tickets were booked for tomorrow.

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Note: I didn’t notice that orange coloured tricycle (of some kind). It’s just night and the camera on the tripod, for the story.

Story Bond

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

Inside, the building, world’s rich and famous had gathered.

Outside, the perimeter of the building, a blue van was parked.

“We have clear visual, sir.”

“Good!”

A fly was spectacularly buzz…zz…ing! outside a glass window pane.

“Where is he? Do we have any info on him?”

“Who, sir?”

“Our agent… Bond!”

“Wait a minute! Is he real…”

“Yah…007… “

“…just like… movies, you mean.”

“Kid, don’t be jumpy about it. Get back to work!”

Another person interrupted, “Sir, he’s in.”

“Alright team! Get that fly back. Our golden boy with his golden eye is in with a licence to kill.”

 

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.