Infinity – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Friday Fictioneers time again. The challenge is to write 100 words based on a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Check out her blog for more information by clicking here. Apologies to my fellow writers for my lack of activity last week. It was quite a busy one and I didn’t get time to read or give feedback on as many stories as I would have liked. I’ve got to make a couple of train journeys this weekend which should improve my participation! As always thank you in advance to all who take the time to read, like or comment.

2016 04 29

PHOTO PROMPT © Mary Shipman

Infinity

“Do it!”

I obliged. Turning my thoughts inward, I reached for that secret place and touched infinity.

Suddenly I was everything: the clothes, the utensils, anything that once held a memory. Even the dust. I gathered all these pieces of myself and raised them up high.

“Whoa!”

I was them too. The ones who had bullied and teased but now stood in awe. Awe that would turn to fear. Fear to hate. I saw it all.

Such fragile things. So easily broken.

The lamps burned bright then shattered. I closed my eyes against the darkness and smiled at their screams.

 

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Hope – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Friday Fictioneers time! Once again I’m posting on a Wednesday. Is that cheating? Everyone else was doing it Officer! The challenge is to write 100 words based on a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Check out her blog for more information by clicking here. Thank you in advance to all who take the time to read, like or comment.

2016 04 22

PHOTO PROMPT © Madison Woods

Hope

My approach caused the bird to struggle harder. Sensing its panic I increased the speed of my climb, wincing as another barb bit deep into the palm of my hand. At the top of the fence I paused, thoughts of escape crowding my treacherous mind.

I untangled the bird and watched it soar away to freedom. Then, like a coward, I retreated to the world I knew.

The uneasy feeling of being watched returned. I took some comfort in its familiarity. Perhaps the whole thing had been nothing more than a setup. After all, it’s hope that hurts the most.

NB. My friend set me the challenge of writing something uplifting this week. I failed. I started with the best intentions (man climbs fence to rescue bird) but then ‘my treacherous mind’ took over and ‘like a coward, I retreated to the world I knew’. Sorry Kelly. Maybe next time…

Astra – Friday Fictioneers

Time for another Friday Fictioneers entry. The challenge is to write 100 words based on a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Check out her blog for more information by clicking here. Thank you in advance to all who take the time to read, like or comment.

2016 04 15

PHOTO PROMPT © Kent Bonham

Astra

Astra stood amidst the ruins of another civilization. At her feet lay the architect of doom: a perfectly preserved tome, filled with strange and wonderful hieroglyphics. Stories of creation, love and forgiveness no doubt. Beautiful. Deadly in the wrong hands. She struggled to lift it. Gravity was stronger here than she was used to.

Astra believed in God, or rather Gods. Every planet home to intelligent life that she had visited contained evidence to support the existence of higher powers. Perhaps a translation of this latest discovery would bring her closer to achieving her goal: Find them. Make them pay.

The Garden – Friday Fictioneers

Time for another Friday Fictioneers entry. The challenge is to write 100 words based on a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Check out her blog for more information by clicking here. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like or comment.

2016 04 08

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

The Garden

Going home wasn’t an option, too many questions waited for him there. He was on his own.

Taking great care not to be seen, he made his way back to the place they’d first met. It looked different now, sort of empty and lifeless. Diggory shivered. He regretted teasing Ava about the fairies. He regretted a lot of things. He’d give anything to see her again.

Overcome by a weight of responsibility more than his 12 years could bear, Diggory sank to his knees and wept: his bitter tears landing in the dust of the garden where no fairies played.

Ants – Friday Fictioneers

Time for this week’s Friday Fictioneers entry. The challenge is to write a 100-word story or poem based on a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Check out her blog for more information by clicking here. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like or comment.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford

Ants

Heart pounding in his chest, he peered over the ledge. This would be the last time he would take in this view. It would all end today. Just one last act of courage.

He watched as the people below scurried about, consumed by the pointless tasks of their pointless lives. No more evolved than the ants in Nana’s old backyard.

Time to boil the kettle Jimmy. They’re outta control again.

He allowed himself the briefest of smiles as he studied his unsuspecting prey, one eye pressed to the scope, finger resting lightly on the trigger. It would all end today.