The burden – Friday Fictioneers

Hello. It’s time for my first Friday Fictioneers entry of the new decade.  The challenge is to write a 100-word story in response to a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Follow the link to her blog for more information. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like, or comment.

2020 01 17

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

The burden

“Why are you crying?” She asked, softly.

The boy cradled the severed head in his hands; its petals falling away.

“I broke it,” he sniffed.

“Why does that make you cry?”

“Because it was beautiful, and now it’s not” he said. “It’s my fault.”

“Ah, but don’t you see?” She exclaimed, hugging him tight around his shoulders. “That is what makes us unique. We are the most destructive species in the universe; but we understand what beauty is and feel guilt when we inevitably cause it harm, as is our nature. It’s the burden of being human.”

These vampiric thoughts – Friday Fictioneers

Hello. It’s time for another Friday Fictioneers entry. The challenge is to write a 100-word story in response to a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Follow the link to her blog for more information. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like, or comment.

2019 10 11

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

These vampiric thoughts

Immortality
I’ve never craved.
I’m haunted
By mere thoughts of old age.
But sometimes I wonder,
If all I knew were gone,
Yet I lived on,
Could I be reborn
As someone new?
Not bound by who I am,
Or what I’ve done.
A wicked fantasy, I know;
To squander love
In favour of a slate wiped clean as the unmarked grave.
Would I still fear the dark
And the monsters that lurk within?
Would the sun’s kiss
Burn my skin?
And would I be devoured
By these vampiric thoughts
That gnaw at me with teeth as sharp as sin?

Exasperated – Friday Fictioneers

Hello. It’s time for another Friday Fictioneers entry. The challenge is to write a 100-word story in response to a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Follow the link to her blog for more information. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like, or comment.

2019 09 13

PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

Exasperated

“Don’t do that,” he groaned.

“What?”

“Don’t take off your glasses and pinch the bridge of your nose. We both know you’re only pretending to look exasperated.”

“It’s the glasses wearer’s only superpower: it protects us from being robbed blind,” I grinned. “How much this time?”

“£20 would do, I guess.”

I held up two notes.

“Here’s double if you can spell that fancy ‘exasperated’ word you used earlier.”

The money was snatched; my cheek kissed; the front door slammed, before I registered the answer:

“I’ll text it to you. Love you Dad!”

Superpower? Ha! That kid was pure kryptonite.

Piercings – Friday Fictioneers

Hello. After a long period of inactivity, it’s finally time for another Friday Fictioneers entry. The challenge is to write a 100-word story in response to a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Follow the link to her blog for more information. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like, or comment.

A little context: I’m getting my ears pierced today. In about an hour, actually!

2019 08 30

PHOTO PROMPT © Linda Kreger

Piercings

I wanted to make a joke:

“Two piercings and a midlife crisis, please!”

It’s not funny or genuine; just an old defence.

I’ve been pierced before. The holes remained infected until they eventually healed over. This time will be different.

A therapist told me I was obsessed with being seen.

I didn’t like her. I didn’t agree with her.

But she was right.

I was obsessed with distracting people. I hid behind an act.

Now, I hope there’s no performance, no act; just me.

If people happen to notice, hopefully they’ll say, “He looks happy.”

Because I think I am.

Sirens – Friday Fictioneers

Hello. It’s time for another Friday Fictioneers entry. The challenge is to write a 100-word story in response to a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Follow the link to her blog for more information. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like, or comment.

2019 05 17

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Sirens

“I don’t have my swimsuit.”

“Neither do we.”

I sensed a trap but realised it was the truth. The water lapped at their bare skin, whilst cunningly distorting the view of all that I so desperately wanted to see.

I swayed slightly, thoughts muddled; drowning in the too-hot, too-close, and too-loud environment that singularly defines an indoor swimming pool.

“Are you coming in?”

~

Later, I tried to reason that fleeing had been heroic: I’d resisted the Sirens.

In a parallel universe, another version of me had dived right in, probably to their doom. Those bastards have all the fun.

Grindr

Hello. A friend recently started a new band and asked if I wanted to have a go at writing some song lyrics. He won’t be making that mistake again.

If you’re easily offended by homosexuality or bad language, you might want to skip this one (plus, we can’t be friends).

Grindr

I spent the night on Grindr.
Normally I’m against all forms of social media.
But I was looking for a distraction
From my boredom and isolation.
It’s a shame none of these guys can spell.
I guess I’ll stick to masturbation

And that’s because:
When there’s a their,
Or a they’re,
Where there should be a there,
Then there’s no hope for us.

And if you’re unsure
If it’s a your,
Or a you’re,
Then you’re not going to be my date.

Oh god, I hate
Myself.
I think I’ll stay home with my cat.
He’s my best friend and he barely likes me.

Soon, I’m back on Grindr.
I’m feeling so alone, I’ll try to be a little kinder.
To my surprise
There’s a message waiting,
Asking “r u free 2nite?”
The text speak makes my skin crawl
Although, the sender looks alright.

But here’s my view:
If you can’t tell a to
From a too,
Or a two,
Then I’m not too in to you.

And whilst we’re on the subject,
‘You’ is a three letter word –
You don’t need to abbreviate!

Oh god, I hate
Myself.
I think I’ll stay home with my cat.
He’s my best friend and he barely likes me.

Now
I don’t know how to reply.
Maybe I’ll sign out for the night.
It’s a shame because he looked like my type:
Chubby and cute,
A little shy.
And so damn fuckable!
I should just move past it all.
He’s only 5 kilometres away.
There’s not much choice in this dead-end town
If you’re gay.

Now
He’s sent me a picture
And his cock is so much bigger
Than mine
(Not that it’s difficult).
It’s just not what I was expecting.
I’ll admit, it’s kind of depressing
Intimidating.
I’ve been on this app for hours, constantly refreshing.

That’s why I hate
Myself.
I think I’ll stay home with my cat.
He’s my only friend and he barely likes me.
I mean, why would he?
You’ve seen the best of me.
It’s not pretty.

But at least I’ve got my books.

Reeled In – Friday Fictioneers

Time for another Friday Fictioneers entry. The challenge is to write a 100-word story in response to a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Follow the link to her blog for more information. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like, or comment.

I wrote a nice one! It felt strange.

2019 03 20

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Reeled In

They raced to each new ride like children, laughing breathlessly and unashamedly.

He celebrated her victory at Test Your Strength as enthusiastically as his own at the Coconut Shy, and took the passenger seat in the Bumper Car without complaint.

They shared pink candyfloss. He listened as much as he talked.

She’d agreed to the date on a whim. Unsure at first, she surmised that if it didn’t work out, there were plenty more fish in the sea.

Now, as the coloured lights reflected in the pools of his eyes, she knew one thing: the other fish could keep swimming.