Fame – Friday Fictioneers

A seriously late Friday Fictioneers entry! I must get my act together. 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 04 14

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Fame

The pizza was greasy and uninviting. He chased it down with red wine, leaving lipstick traces on the glass. It would come back up soon: all part of the act.

As Travis Damien, he had been a teen sensation, but success didn’t follow him into adulthood. The albums flopped, the tours grew smaller, and the girls stopped screaming his name. Then, he created ‘Belle Eamia’.

His new persona caused outrage but brought the fans back in their droves. The problem was, he loathed her.

“Five minutes, Miss Eamia,” came the call.

His reflection smirked, victorious. Nobody called him Travis anymore.

After the battle – Friday Fictioneers

Another late 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.

2017 04 07

PHOTO PROMPT © Jellico’s Stationhouse

After the battle

The warriors were a hubbub of conversation. I tried to stay attentive but a full stomach and my first taste of ale were making me drowsy.

An old man seated alone conjured up shadow puppets that danced across the wall. I recognised most of them as the strange animals native to this place. My eyes grew leaden. The images morphed into memories of home: my sisters playing, Rufus chasing a squirrel, Mother’s bicycle. I tried to call out, to ask the stranger how he knew of these things, but sleep had me in its grip and refused to let go.