Pyre – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Friday Fictioneers time! The challenge is to write 100 words based on a weekly photo prompt chosen by our ringleader, 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 09 02

PHOTO PROMPT -© Vijaya Sundaram

Pyre

Roll up. Roll up.

Come one, come all.

For tonight we celebrate.

Tonight we light the great fire.

Come forward. Closer. Don’t be shy.

Bring all your terrorists, rapists, murderers and gangsters. Bring your migrants, your women in burqas, those of a different religion and those with no religion. Even your own dirty, hateful thoughts. Bring everything that scares you and add it to the pyre.

Let the flames devour your fears.

Rest easy, my children, for the symptoms are gone. Why worry about the cause?

Now, bow your heads in prayer:

A penny for the Guy.

See him burn.

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Hideaway – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Friday Fictioneers time! The challenge is to write 100 words based on a weekly photo prompt chosen by our captain, 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 08 26

PHOTO PROMPT © Georgia Koch

Hideaway

It was washed up, abandoned. Just like I had been so very long ago.

After seven years of isolation, one might think that the sight of a boat would stop me dead in my tracks. However I rushed out to rescue my prize from the retreating tide as if it was the most natural occurrence in the world.

My prayers had been answered, only five years too late. I was comfortable on my island: self-sufficient and happy. What need was there to return to ‘civilisation’ now?

I dragged the boat back to my hideaway. Wood was always a precious commodity.

Colony Collapse – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Friday Fictioneers time! The challenge is to write 100 words based on a weekly photo prompt chosen by our resident queen bee 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 08 19

PHOTO PROMPT © Janet Webb

Colony Collapse

The human mind is like an active hive: abuzz with activity and difficult to infiltrate. Every worker bee, every synapse, operates independently towards a unified goal.

The trick is to be the perfect mimic. It requires time and patience. Get it right and the subject’s mind becomes your personal playground. Carelessness gets you expelled, violently.

I discovered my talent as a clumsy and unskilled adolescent. When my first target’s defences swarmed, I retaliated in panic, causing mass colony collapse. I have never been able to repair the damage I inflicted that day. My little sister’s hive remains silent and derelict.

Threshold – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Friday Fictioneers time! 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 08 12

PHOTO PROMPT – © Adam Ickes

Threshold

I stopped before the bridge. The last time I crossed its threshold I was warned never to return. Now it stretched before me again, daring me to take the first step towards inevitable judgement and possible damnation.

For nine years I had wandered. The memory of my mother’s eyes, drowning in tears, haunted me whenever I closed my own.

I looked at the note she had pressed into my palm before they pulled her away.

Genesis 28:15

It’s amazing how one word and two numbers can mean so much. I stepped forward, determined to see those eyes smile once more.

Always – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Friday Fictioneers time! 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. An unusually hectic social life, university deadlines and the stress of job hunting means that I am few weeks behind reading all the stories from my fellow Fictioneers. I will try to catch up. Thank you to all who continue to take the time to read, like or comment on mine!

2016 08 05

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Always

There is always a bar.

Always a barmaid whose face I won’t remember.

Always a full wallet, a full bottle, an empty wallet, an empty bottle.

The first sip burns, like French kissing molten lava, but it’s good to feel something. Boy, you couldn’t buy that kind of warmth from a thousand whores.

I’ve had enough when my face goes numb but I don’t stop until I no longer recognise that face in the bathroom mirror: What’re you looking at pal?

Tomorrow’s another day. A clean slate. A chance to resurrect, revitalise, rejuvenate.

Failing that, there is always a bar.