“Art” – 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.

2018 10 05

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

“Art”

Ms Farrell was rarely impressed with my efforts. Too safe, her red pen would scream.

The school’s art exhibition was my last chance to impress, but she walked past my neat little collection of pine cones, flowers, and leaves with barely a second glance.

Heart drumming harder than Keith Moon, I dipped my brush into the paint can and daubed the word Human in front of the meticulously stencilled Nature Table. A bottle of lighter fluid and the strike of a match completed the tableau.

My Human Nature Table earned me my first ‘A’ grade. It also got me expelled.

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We Flower – 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.

2018 09 07

PHOTO PROMPT © Gah Learner

We Flower

The note on my pillow read:

Stay in your room.
Lock the door.
Don’t go outside, no matter what you hear.
Tonight, We Flower.

I did as instructed, amidst the cacophonic revelry; the shouting, the singing, the howling, the drums.

Gods! Those drums!

The screams.

Spencer’s door opened and closed with a soft click at around 01:30. Evidently curiosity got the better of him. He hasn’t returned.

I’ll give him until midday before I make for the next town. I intend to arrive well before nightfall.

I have no intention of being caught under the light of the full moon.

Believing is seeing – 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.

2018 08 31

PHOTO PROMPT © Nathan Sowers, grandson of our own Dawn M. Miller.

Believing is seeing

Diggory positioned the mirror so that both himself and the cabin were within the frame. He glanced over his shoulder. The cabin wasn’t there.

“Believing is seeing,” Ava had told him, but he’d never wanted to believe.

He shuffled backwards until his reflected self stood in front of the cabin door. He reached back tentatively, finding rough, untreated wood, and a metal handle. Diggory fought every impulse to turn around and focussed instead on his reflection. He saw the tears he could feel brimming in his eyes.

“We have to do this,” he whispered.

The handle turned easily.

A meditation – Friday Fictioneers

Time for another Friday Fictioneers entry! In truth it’s been too long. Sometimes the only way out of a creative funk is to write something. Anything. So here it is.

The challenge, as always, 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.

2018 08 10

PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio

A meditation

You don’t have to be that person.
It’s a choice.
So choose better.

The past is dead.
The future will be born shortly.
Or not.
Who cares?
Now is happening.
And you’ll never be this young again.

Step out without holding Anxiety’s hand.
Leave Depression at home occasionally.
Time apart will do you good.
Anger, Shame, and Regret don’t make for great friends.
Have you met Joy? He seems nice.

Raise the portcullis.
Forgo armour.
(Use medieval metaphors at unexpected times.)

Laugh.
Cry.
Love.
Be loved.

Decompose the rotten parts of your soul.
Make fertiliser.
Let beauty grow from shit.

Bad influences – 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.

2018 07 13

PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young

Bad influences

Mama never heard the monster, but she saw the results of its tutelage and she wasn’t impressed. She beat him; warned him to stay away from ‘bad influences’.

So he locked the monster up and threw away the key.

Now Mama was gone.

The day she got sick he heard a distant clanging; a rattling of metal bars. The volume increased incessantly until the day of the cremation.

She’s gone, a voice chuckled. But I’m still here. I can protect you.

Just let me out.

He removed the lid from the urn. Amongst the ashes lay a rusty, iron key.

Like ships in the night – 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.

2018 06 22

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier

Like ships in the night

The airing cupboard was still housed in my old bedroom. With great effort I squeezed myself past the water tank into the hidden recess behind, a feat which had been much easier as a child.

It was still there! Penned on the wall: ‘Thomas, aged 8’. The relief was immense: like finding something you didn’t realise was lost, then realising how much you had missed it.

As I prepared to extricate myself, I noticed a second scrawled message: ‘Max, aged 7′. Another boy had lived here; shared this bedroom; discovered this secret spot! I wept uncontrollably, not fully understanding why.

Absurd Bird – 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.

2018 06 15

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

Absurd Bird

“It’s not a ‘hissy fit’,” I explode. “I’m intellectual; deep: an artist! I should be Poe: writing hauntingly melancholic poems about ravens.”

He roars with laughter, pointing.

“Look! Your muse!”

There, struts the campest creature I have ever seen. This thing really puts the ‘cock’ in cockatoo.

“That’s…ridiculous.”

“It suits you. You absurd bird.”

I smile, defeated. He kisses me.

I close my eyes, soul expanding, but never feel the touch of his lips.

 

He evaporates, my imagined love, along with the scene. Leaving me alone.

 

The mirror reflects a familiar look of disappointment and mild amusement.

“You absurd bird.”