Signs – Friday Fictioneers

A late Friday Fictioneers entry this week. The challenge is to write 100 words based on a weekly photo prompt chosen by our headmistress Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Mine are always 100 words exactly (sits back smugly, awaiting praise). Check out her blog for more information by clicking here. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like, or comment. I’ve been lax at responding recently. This will improve.

2017-01-27

PHOTO PROMPT © Al Forbes

Signs

People said he was crazy. Perhaps he was. I mean, who spends thousands of dollars on a classic car just for the number plate? But he also had a gift for reading signs. The kind the universe sends you. That was the reason he had thousands of dollars to spend in the first place.

BF 19

This particular sign had caused an air-raid siren to go off in his head. Everybody knows the popular abbreviations of BF: Best Friend, Boyfriend, etc. Not everybody knows that it also stands for Beginning of Fallout. Jonah did. And he intended to be prepared.

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Kazuki – 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.

2017-01-20

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Kazuki

In the Corridor of Reflection, hope lay dying.

The Elders had marvelled at the boy, abandoned at the doors of The Tower eleven solar cycles previously. They immediately saw his potential and named him Kazuki. He would grow to save them all; save the world.

But they failed him: never warning him to be wary of the monster with the green eyes, who wears a man’s face; never considering a fellow Fledgling would conceal such resentment in their heart or a knife within their robes.

In the Corridor of Reflection, a river ran crimson.

Elsewhere, a monster reflected, well satisfied.

Multiple paths, one destination – 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.

2017-01-13

PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr

Multiple paths, one destination

“What does this place tell you?” She asked, dancing between the carriages, scarf billowing in her wake.

I hugged my arms and looked around the train depot.

“That it’s the perfect place for a murder?”

She laughed and pitched forward into a handstand.

“The tracks, silly. Look how many there are: they all come to the same place.”

“So?”

“Think about it! Whichever track we choose, whichever direction we head in, we’re all just travelling towards the end of the line.” She stopped dancing and leaned against me, suddenly serious. “It’s about enjoying the journey.”

The Wheel of Justice – 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.

2017-01-06

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

The Wheel of Justice

The room was vast. In its centre, housed on a vertical axle, was a great wheel.

“What is it?” I asked.

“The Wheel of Justice,” he replied. “Two criminals: each chained to opposite sides of the wheel; each having first swallowed the key to the other’s freedom. Only one may leave here alive. The chains are just long enough to reach your opponent. If both move in the same direction,” he pushed the wheel which rotated with relative ease, “then justice can take days.”

“That’s not justice. It’s barbaric.” I cried.

“An interesting opinion,” he said, “coming from a human.”

Twenty Minutes – 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. A combination of Christmas festivities and the influenza virus has me just sneaking in before the deadline this week. Thank you and Happy New Year to all who take the time to read, like or comment.

2016-12-30

PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma

Twenty Minutes

“Mind the vomit,” I said, gesturing to the pavement.

“It was some drunk guy,” I tried. “Chucked his guts and left.”

One girl whispered something to the other. They eyed me with disgust and moved to a safe distance.

I couldn’t blame them.

I hugged my stained shirt closer. The countdown timer said the bus was twenty minutes away.

I sat for what seemed like hours; the ghost bass line still thumping in my ears and the neon lights dancing behind my eyelids. I longed for my bed.

I glanced back at the timer: the bus was twenty minutes away.