Anahita – 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 03 31

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

Anahita

The girl, known to the locals as ‘Little Ana’, Burt’s orphaned grandchild, crept to the quietest part of the marina where the derelict ships were moored. She was an odd thing, they said; traumatised by the death of her parents. She played by herself and wore mittens all year round.

Confident she was alone, Anahita removed her clothes and slipped soundlessly into the water. Burt would disapprove, but she detested swimming costumes. The ocean’s kiss sent an electric current rippling across her skin, awakening her dormant scales. She dived effortlessly: webbed fingers and toes propelling her down into the deep.

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Fenced In – 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 03 24

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Fenced In

He bought the estate with his winnings and immediately erected an iron fence to keep out the riffraff. He employed staff to take care of his every need but insisted they be neither seen nor heard. Failure to adhere to this rule meant instant dismissal. He never had reason to leave. Let them keep their world and all its problems.

The morning he awoke with no breakfast awaiting him, he made a rare excursion. Beyond his kingdom’s perimeter, he discovered an even bigger wall had been constructed, with no visible way in or out. The world had responded in kind.

Time’s End – 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. I was late in writing last week’s story ‘A different word for fear‘ and then forgot to add it to linkup. Please check it out if you are interested. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like, or comment.

2017 03 17

PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast

Time’s End

“If I could go back,” the boy sobbed, “I would do it all differently.”

I smiled at his youthfulness

“And then? What fresh disaster might you be ploughing through now? Our time here is like a wheel: sometimes we’re raised up high, other times we’re driven into the dirt.”

“But, everything I’ve done – ”

“Is already done. Sadly, we can never know which actions we will regret the most until our rotation ends.”

I held his face in my hands. A sharp twist was all it would take.

My last words echoed in my mind.

A different word for fear – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Friday Fictioneers time – better late than never! 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 03 10

PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma

A different word for fear

“I don’t believe hate exists,” he said. “Not as an independent concept. It’s merely a different word for fear.”

“I don’t fear you,” I replied, lacing my words with venom.

“Really?” He chuckled. “There’s nothing about me that makes you uncomfortable? Nothing that makes your skin crawl? Nothing so different, so otherworldly, so vibrantly alien, that it causes you to question and doubt the truths you’ve held dear for the whole of your young life? ”

“Nothing,” I stammered.

He snaked out a hand towards me and I drew back instinctively.

His grin grew impossibly wide.

If – 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.

2017-03-03

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

If

The wound was massive. The boy applied pressure, but it would do no good.

“Master, you must repent your sins,” he said. “Quickly!”

“Peace,” the fallen man replied. “If heaven and hell exist, I’ll be judged for my actions accordingly. If not, my body will become food for lesser beings whilst my mind drifts away into nothingness, soon to be forgotten. I care not. I care not.”

The sun broke free long enough to illuminate the tears on the boy’s face. His master reached up a trembling hand to wipe them away.

I gripped the boy’s shoulder.

“We must go.”