Graffiti – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Friday Fictioneers time! The challenge is to write a 100-word story in response to a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Follow the link to her blog for more information. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like, or comment.

2017 07 28

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Graffiti

Emblazoned across the station’s once beige tiles, a colourful scene was now depicted: A man stood with his trousers around his ankles, arm outstretched to deposit a coin into the public payphone. The artist had positioned the subject in such a way that if someone wanted to make use of the wall’s electrical socket, they would be forced to plug directly into the man’s naked backside. The crowd of onlookers wasted no time in obliging.

“Bloody kids,” the security guard muttered to the grey haired woman beside him.

“Quite,” she replied, smiling.

Her bag jangled softly as she walked away.

The Warlock – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Friday Fictioneers time! The challenge is to write a 100-word story in response to a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Follow the link to her blog for more information. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like, or comment.

2017 07 14

PHOTO PROMPT © Janet Webb

The Warlock

“A spell?” The Warlock said. “What does a boy like you want with a spell? Come, let me have a look at you”

He lifted down a heavy glass jar from a shelf. It appeared empty but was sealed with a large cork.

He shook the jar vigorously. A series of high pitched wails emanated from within.

“Pipe down that screaming; you’ll waste your oxygen,” he bellowed. “Now shine you no-good wretches!”

Upon his command, the jar burned briefly with a fierce brightness before settling down to a warm glow. He placed it on the table.

“Fairy lights,” he grinned.

I am – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Friday Fictioneers time! The challenge is to write a 100-word story in response to a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Follow the link to her blog for more information. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like, or comment.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

I am

I am insignificant.
I am the only thing I care about.

I am alone
In the company of all.

I have known more pain than many;
Less than most.

I do not know if love exists.
I trust that she does.
I do not know if God exists.
I hope that he doesn’t.

I can’t abide hypocrites.

I am selflessly selfish.
A martyr to my own cause.

I am a grain of sand.
Buried at the bottom of the pile, weeping
“Look at me now.”
I would climb to the top
To shout the same thing.

I am no poet.