Friday Fiction - Wouldn't It Be Funny

While I happen to be writing this whole month I figured I'd return to my roots with a little FridayFictioneer. What a lovely picture, it tickles me. Plus, She and He  (links to their other stories above) finally got names (yay...)

Copyright John Nixon

Wouldn't It Be Funny

Heydan hated clowns. Ever since she was little and her parents thought it was a good idea to let her watch It on television. But this clown was part of the play so she remained calm.

Harry next to her whispred, “Wouldn’t it be funny...”

Suddenly, Harry was lifted and thrown into the old piano that sat dusty in the corner. The audience thought he was part of the act and applauded. The actors on stage, clueless.

Only Heydan knew, she pictured it, so it happened. His colorful foot wear adding to the effect.

“Why yes, yes it would be funny.” 

The Blog Hop has already begun, so you should all take a look inside and see what the other awesome writers do with this photo prompt. Don't forget to drop by Rochelle's blog for the rules. 

Hope - Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt

You ever just see a change coming and you feel it so much that you end up ignoring all the ones who don't believe? 

I've got "Hope" at exactly 100 words. Over on Facebook I took one look at this picture and immediately said something about fairies. Well that might happen. And then I might win the lottery too. You may never know I might come back and do a second one before Friday...

Please give some credit to Janet Webb for this picture. Trust me when I say this picture is Trashy Mass Produced Romance Novel worthy. There has to be a story behind it.

Copyright Janet Webb

Hope

“Sweet swirling onion rings, it’s disgusting.” Andrew said as the building came into view. The ramshackle roof was partially collapsed. There would be months of work to do here.

“But look at it! This place is magical!” Steph practically sang.

“A magical mess. What possesd you to buy this place?”

“He told me to.” Steph sounded infinitely sad, as she did every time “He” was mentioned.

“Steph, you need to let Tim go. Baby, he’s gone, he’s never coming back no matter how much he loved you.”

Steph waved the thought away. “We can be together here. He told me.”

Don't forget the rest of the Blog Hop. Start with Rochelle and then use the In-links thingie to read through the rest. Happy Reading.

Friday Fictioneers- The Right Way

Well that was quick. I just posted something like twenty minutes ago. I guess I'm on a roll. I was taking a peak at this weeks Fictioneer photo prompt and the story just came to me. Well in all honesty that picture was just great. 

If anyone has ever seen the Labyrinth, you'll immediately recognize the potential of this photo like I did and just let your imagination run away. Please enjoy -The Right Way

Copyright- Joyce Johnson a Fellow Fictioneer

Sara passed that same hideous face five times already. The only one in the Labyrinth that did not talk to her. It just cackled gleefully at her, the voice of it ringing in her ears. Its face permanently mocking her, taunting her while she tried to break free. It never actually moved, she just heard it, in her head. 

She ran left this time, back tracking and ignoring the finger that pointed to the right. She ran, only to arrive back at the same finger and that same horrible face. Sarah sank to her knees. The laughing continued.

Check out the other Fictioneers in the Blog Hop on this inlinks thingie.  You can also contribute your own 100 words using the same link. You can peep the Facebook page too, there's  some other information on it that might interest you.

Seeing: Friday Fictioneer

The Fictioneers are back with a new gate keeper. May I introduce Rochelle Wisoff Fields a fellow Fictioneer that took over for Madison Woods while I was doing my whole I'm not going to communicate with the world thing.  

We've got a cool challenge this week with what looks like some kind of festival in a park.  And from that I have to say kiddies I could only cut this one dow to 103 words. I was on a roll before I quit. Anyway I hope you enjoy.

Sunglasses - by Ted Strutz

Seeing 

Bailey’s head was pounding, again she revisited the scene looking for a clue about her missing brother. Normally, her ability to see back in time was easy. This time she felt like a boulder was slowly crushing her skull. There was searing piercing horrible pain. 

She focused again, first at her and her brother, then at everyone else. The woman just off the center, seemed to stare right at her. Could she see her? The pain in her head increased. The woman just faded into thin air! 

“HOW?” Bailey screamed, blood dripping from her nose. “GIVE HIM BACK.” She passed out cold, exhausted.

Check out the other Fictioneers in the Blog Hop on this inlinks thingie.  You can also contribute your own 100 words using the same link. You can peep the Facebook page too, there's  some other information on it that might interest you.

Friday Fictioneers: Toddy & Errol

This week for the Friday Fictioneers, I bring back Toddy and Errol from "A Country Walk". Once again the boys are out, walking in the country.

By Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Toddy & Errol

“You can use spiderwebs over a gash, stops the bleeding.” Toddy said to Errol.

“Yeh, well who told you that bit Toddy?” Errol didn’t really care he just wanted Toddy to shut it.

“Nobody told me Errol.” Toddy heaved himself over a fallen log. These country walks never got easier.

“Well then, you don’t know if it’s true then do you?” Errol eyed the webs over head. He whipped around scratching Toddy on his fleshy arm. “There’s the web, gotta stop the bleeding, Toddy.”

“You’re a prat, Errol.” Toddy reached for the web. He’d kill Errol for that.

For more of the Blog Hop of the Friday Fictioneers you can head over the Facebook and check out the page. On Twitter #FridayFictioners. Or you can go to Madison Woods for the rules and see a list of Fictioneer contributors and click on them at random. Happy Reading

Something's Coming: Friday Fictioneer

This week we get this unbelievably cool picture from Stacy Plowright and this time I'm not sure what to make of my story. You be the judge and don't forget to visit some others participating on this week's Friday Fictioneers.

Clouds in Toronto by Stacy Plowright

“Look outside for me. I can feel the air. Something is coming Martha.” 

“Oh don’t be silly Cheryl. If anything it’s just a storm.” Martha was tired, she’d been at work all day, she just wanted to relax. She did not want to be anyone’s eyes. Not even Cheryl’s.

“But I can feel it, Martha, something is coming.” Cheryl pleaded.

Martha huffed. She cracked and popped as she left the couch, achey bones dragging themselves to the window. 

“Oh my God, the clouds...” she gasped. They rolled in waves toward their home, heavy and dark.

“Martha? Mar-tha? MARTHA....”

For more of the Blog Hop of the Friday Fictioneers you can head over the Facebook and check out the page. On Twitter #FridayFictioners. Or you can go to Madison Woods for the rules and see a list of Fictioneer contributors and click on them at random. Happy Reading

Friday Fictioneers: Sand and Sea Shells

Friday Fictioneers is back this week. Last week I didn't do it I'm afraid to say. It was because the picture was too challenging. I should post the picture though just so you all could look at it. It took me places I didn't want to go in 100 words and frankly with the week I had last week I didn't need to take that trip.

I like this picture and it takes me to happy places. You can't really beat that. The only thing about this week's shortie is the fact that I've used 101 words. Darn I was on a 100 streak for a bit. Oh well you can't win them all.

This week though is a guest photo prompt from Susan Wenzel, a fellow Fictioneer.

Sand And Shells

The sun and sand are melting together. God it’s hot. I think my feet are melting, or is it my shoes?  I used to love sand. I used to love walking in wet sand and picking sea shells. That’s how I’ll get out of this. Sand and sea shells, sand and sea shells.

Let me take off my boots. Who wears boots to the beach. God I’m thirsty. I hate sand. I hate the sun. Sand and sea and sea shells, not this dry itch desert. I just need to cross half of it right? How much is half way?

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Friday Fictioneers: Under the Vines

This week I got a full three days to think over what to write and I was damn stuck! When am I ever not stuck? Well I'll tell you it's not "A Walk In The Clouds" with Keanu Reeves but boy do I wish it was...

Under the Vines:

“He’s out there after every thunderstorm.”

“After thunderstorms? The ground is still wet?” Keri was shocked. Kids did not sleep under grape vines.

“I think he likes the smell.” Mercer blanched at Keri’s stare. “We cleared away most of the crap under there and laid out a blanket.”

“But he’s in the vine, Mercer! What does Edward think he’s doing under there?”

“I’m listening.” The little boy in question entered the kitchen, covered in leaves. “To things you will never understand.” The boy’s eyes blazed a faint purple haze. “Things you will never see.” 

“You’d best leave.” Said Mercer. ”Now.”

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Friday Fictioneers- For Power

At about 8:22 This morning I actually looked at the Photo Prompt. It's 8:54 and this is what I came up with in a little amount of time. I apologize of this isn't what I normally offer.

Side Note: If anyone has ever watched Adventures of Milo and Otis, this picture will remind you of the Dreaded Dead Wood Bird, Otis met the day after Milo floated away. So what? I like that movie. NO I LOVE THAT MOVIE... Sorry about that. 

Side Note Two: I really looked at this briefly and copied it from the Facebook Page. It looked like a really big crow. Upon further investigation on Ms. Woods Page, I found the original file and it's a Buzzard. Man, somedays rush jobs are just not the thing.

Another Side Note: Crows are omens of good and evil. They carry with them a lot of cunning, intelligence and power no matter size. Without further ado...

For Power

“Crow, in the trees.” Michael said.

“Where?” Michelle, his twin sister followed. It’s been years since they went camping together.

The crow perched on a dead tree far from the trail.

Michelle eyed the bird in the skeleton tree. Beneath it’s feet lay a smaller crow. It’s chest cavity open and bloody. The larger crow in the tree squawked triumphantly.

“Is that a Jackdaw?” She asked.

“Yes.” Michael wrestled his little sister by four minutes to the ground. She watched him with horrified dying eyes as he ripped her body open and ate. 

“For power.” She heard, then nothing. 

For more of the Blog Hop of the Friday Fictioneers you can head over the Facebook and check out the page. On Twitter #FridayFictioners. Or you can go to Madison Woods for the rules and see a list of Fictioneer contributors and click on them at random. Happy Reading

Flash Fictioneer Friday: Berries and Pip

For once I actually got my story down to not 100 but 99 words! Yeah I'm awesome *wink
This week we have a truly lovely picture from Ms. Woods, which reminds me that I need to get my indoor herb garden situated. I want mint darnnit! But I'm getting off topic.


I challenge you to figure out where my inspiration for this week's offering comes from.

~ Pip saw the berries the first time last week. They were further up than he’d ever climbed before. He nervously groomed his nose while he made up his mind.

“Sweet looking berries there Pip” Bolo grunted as he nudged the young pup, just for nudging sake.

“They do look juicy, Bolo” Pip stammered.

Bolo tested the base of the the fruit heavy branch. “You’re small enough Pip. Go out and get em’, and you better not eat any of them.” 

Pip reached the berries just as Bolo squealed. The adder Pip escaped earlier, found it’s evening meal.

Pip smiled. ~

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Stay tuned for another entry over the weekend. I've got my hands on something NON-Fiction for once that just so happens to not have been published and I get to wax poetic all over it. 

Friday Fictioneer: The Dragon Fly and the Princess

This Friday brings the return of the Fictioneers to this blog and boy does Ms. Woods want to test me. This week we have a little girl and her father. I hope everyone thinks back to when little kids make too much sense and get a chuckle out what this little Pumpkin has to say.

The Dragon Fly and the Princess:

"Daddy I want it."

"Why do you want it cupcake?" The Dragon Fly perched on a rock waiting for the answer. 

"Because it's pretty. And, and, you said princesses should have pretty things."

"Yes Pumpkin, but what if it already belongs to another princess? Won't that make her sad?" 

The Dragon Fly released a breathe. What the father said made sense even if there were no other princesses.

The little girl thought. 

"There are no other princesses Daddy, if there is, she's invading." The King realized his error. 

"Yes Pumpkin, there aren't any princesses."

"If there is Daddy, you have to kill her." The Princess smiled brightly. "I want it Daddy."

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Friday Flash Fiction: Start The Day

Today's Flash Fiction comes to us as some really calm peaceful quiet thing. If I could see this every day, I think I'd be a very happy person.

Start The Day

"Hey want to make some coffee while I admire the view?" Will yawned. The hills called in a way that demanded Willy's attention this morning.

"I'd rather watch your face." Greg opened the small velvet box. "Wilhelmina, would you marry me?"

"You must be joking."

"I'm not." Greg hoped she wouldn't stall. She loved him, he knew this. Everyone they knew, knew this, except her.

"Greg, no."

"Why?"

"Because… I can't okay." Willy turned from the beautiful hills. They'd be forever ruined now. She placed her hands over her thickening belly. "This wouldn't be right, Greg."

"Because it's not my baby?"

She froze.

"I know it's not mine, Will. I love you anyway."

Can you freaking say no to that?


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Friday Flash Fiction: Best Hubby Ever

My blog has been neglected, if not for this Flash Fiction I think I'd have given up a while ago, having caved in to the amount of stress I make for myself. That being said I figured I'd try something mundane this week for my short. I have to say though the Fictioneers who got the jump early had some pretty great stories. 

The Best Hubby Ever

"Hurry I'm starving." Was the last thing Tracey said right before she passed out. Tracey always said that right before the booze in her system shut her down. Most nights Dave could gauge it and decide whether she'd actually eat. Judging by her snores he, climbed in bed beside her.

An hour into his bed time she woke up looking for her McFlurry.  After years of being married to Tracey he was never wrong. He put on his clothes and drove to the nearest drive through.

It's closed. Moths had settled on the window. No grease was cooking, no ice cream, no french fries, no sleep. He guessed he'd go home and cook.

When he returned home he found his wife curled up on the couch, asleep, again.

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Friday Flash Fiction: A Country Walk

This week Flash Fiction brings us something straight out of a fairy tale. So of course I'm not going to write a fairy tale. Let's start with two boys walking in the woods. This should be a treat, I think, seeing as for two weeks in a row my MC's have been men. Good Luck getting through this.

Tha'ss Puurrdy

A Country Walk

Toddy was sweating. He hated sweating, and Errol refused to slow down.

"How long until we get there Errol?"  Toddy grunted, he wasn't used to long walks through the country side. "You said we were going on an adventure. This looks like a walk in the muck." 

"Muck is wet you fat wanker. Shut up you're scaring the animals with you're breathing"

"Well I can't stop my breathing can I"

"You can if you try… Whots this?" Errol stopped short. Toddy bumped into him. He stepped back and looked ahead.

"Looks like a rainbow Errol, wanna see the end of it?" Toddy found himself rather funny sometimes.

"No, you twat, what's that noise? Sounds like its right up there."

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Flash Fiction Photo Prompt

It's beautiful...

I just want to stare at it.

The Fixer Upper: Friday Flash Fiction

Here's my Flash Fiction for this week. I'm not sure where I stand on this. I found that I loved it on Wednesday. Today I'm not too sure.

"If you want a house to flip this is definitely it." The Realtor said to the couple behind her.

"What happened to the previous owners?" The young bride asked as she inspected an old wall. The wall paper was dry and cracked. It's print seemed decades out of style, and the exposed wall behind it revealed the home's decaying skeleton.

The Realtor never replied, she'd meandered close to brownish gray spot opposite the couple. She suddenly back pedaled toward the center of the room, as if spooked. The spot grew darker.

With a shaky wave of her hand, she feigned a weak smile. She wiped her suddenly wet palms over her Chanel skirt.

"They were murdered here." She said to the couple.

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Friday Flash Fiction: Goo

Okay, I know I was supposed to post this lat night, but I was on the phone with a very nice man. Before you wonder if this phone call was work related, it was not and I hope we click. 


So I apologize for the delay. I hope you enjoy. Don't forget to Check out Madison Woods or find other writers of flash fiction on Twitter #FridayFitctioneers


Goo
Friday Flash Fiction

If I weren't standing underneath it I would have never noticed it. I would have been completely oblivious to it's life form. I would have quietly passed below it and beyond it if my flash light didn't catch it's light.

But I did see it, and I regret taking it away from the cave I found it living so quietly. It thrived in the damp moisture of the cave. It's symbiotic life would have continued leeching off the waste created by other organisms in it's crevice. 

I had a difficult time mimicking the Goo's natural habitat in a clean laboratory environment, yet I continued. But what ever factor I left out must have changed it's composition.

Because without that factor it flourished and spread. Now I feel it, growing and changing inside me. 

What have I done?