Author: Amy Reese

Pizza Pie – Friday Fictioneers

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, a group of writers who attempt to write a 100-word story based on a photo prompt. This week’s photo is brought to us by Dale Rogerson, who I understand has a birthday today. So, Happy Birthday, Dale! Cheers! And thanks for the pizza.:)

My story went a bit over. I apologize. I did my best to cut.

All are welcome to participate. Visit Rochelle’s blog Addicted to Purple for more info.

PHOTO PROMPT ©
Dale Rogerson(105 words)

Pizza Pie

“He owns a deli.” Chuck surveyed the baseball field of short-legged participants.

“Remember the party with the limos,” Janice persisted.

“Giuseppe is just a neighbor with a big family.”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

The hot dog line was long. They chose the empty pizza booth instead.

“Hi, Giuseppe. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“My nephew’s on a team. You guys want pizza?” Giuseppe gestured toward a tower of boxes. “Half price. You never had a pizza pie like this.”

Janice didn’t think they had a choice. No matter. Whenever hunger consumed them, Chuck and Janice dreamed of Giuseppe’s cold pizza pie. Simply the best.

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It’s Just Like Riding a Bike – Friday Fictioneers

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to our wonderful host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, and to Jellico’s Stationhouse for the intriguing photo.

The challenge is to write a 100-word story, based on the photo prompt below. My story is semi-autobiographical.

PHOTO PROMPT © Jellico’s Stationhouse

(Personal Fiction: 100 words)

It’s Just Like Riding a Bike

Emily wobbled while her siblings breezed past. Soon, the Rathbone family would return the borrowed bikes to their vacationing owners.

“Eyes ahead. Don’t look back,” said sister Marianne.

Emily sailed by unattended, like a trapeze artist with no net. “I’m doing it!” Then Emily looked back.

Crash. 

Later, Emily attended a college swimming in bikes. Not since her childhood had she ridden one, but her body remembered and into the sea of pedaling students she went. Sweat dripped from her temples as she approached the hit-or-miss intersection.

Crash.

Their wheel spokes tangled together and Emily stared into pools of blue.

Crush.

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End notes: As a kid, I didn’t have a bike, but I remember this accelerated week of learning to ride. I had one week to learn how to ride on this borrowed bike. I did it, but I crashed…a lot. Later when I went to a biking college, I was pretty scared to ride a bike again because it had been so long since I had done it! I made up for lost time, riding everyday for a solid 4 years. I still crashed sometimes, but I met some nice people along the way. 🙂

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The Interview – Friday Fictioneers

I am a bit late to this week’s gathering of the Friday Fictioneers, a community of writers who contribute a 100-word story based on a photo prompt.

Thanks to our gracious host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and to Shaktiki Sharma for this week’s cool photo.

Ahem…I went over just a tad. I had a hard time ending it….

PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma

Sci-Fi (106 words)

The Interview

Addison fell into the hot seat.

Across from her, Gemma sat with her feet and knees touching. She held no resume. None was requested and Addison hadn’t sent one at such short notice.

Basking in a glow of stillness, Gemma resembled a touched photograph, except for her lashes which moved like the wings of a butterfly in slow-motion flight.

Addison formed words to questions she didn’t hear. Voices echoed. Something about data analysis.

“I studied philosophy,” Addison stated.

“How is it that you know you’re here, Addison?”

Addison jolted upright. “I don’t.” But then she knew that she did. Her insides hurt, raked and combed through.

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From where I’m sitting – Friday Fictioneers

So glad to be back to the Friday Fictioneers. I’ve really missed this group, writers, and friends. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to Ted Strutz for this wonderful prompt. It’s a goodie.

Here’s an impromptu poem, I guess. It may not make a whole lot of sense….

Hope everyone is well!

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

(Poetry: 100 words)

From where I’m sitting

From where I’m sitting
size zero prefers sex over running
but looks great in a bikini.

From where I’m
sitting
you need to get off your duff and fluff
up a towel.
Take a shower. Contribute.

From where I’m driving
you’re
on my ass.
Get off my ass!
You get nowhere faster driving fast.

From
where I’m laying,
the glass, half full,
languidin the pond
with birds flying over,
shitting, but missing.

From
where
I stand,
It’s better
to speak
than to get
trampled
or
bumped.
Shat on or cursed. That
might be the worst.
Speak, be you…smile on.

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A Light Caress – Friday Fictioneers

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and for a wonderful year of leading this group. Thank you, thank you!!

Thanks also to Roger Bultot for contributing his photo for this week’s prompt. I just love diner stories.

A little sci-fi/romance this week. Sure, why not? Hope you can make sense of this.

And good news…this just happens to be my 500th post!!

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Photo Prompt © Roger Bultot

(Sci-Fi/Romance: 103 words)

A Light Caress

His head felt foggy. Patrons shoveled food in their mouths and didn’t look up from their plates.

“More coffee?” The waitress was already tipping her pot.

Jake nudged the cup toward her and dropped a dollar on the counter.

She grabbed it instantly. He’d never seen a waitress so desperate for a single dollar bill, only she look displeased by the whole thing.

“What did I do?”

“This don’t work here. Your scan?” The waitress turned over his arm. “You need to go.”

Jake wandered the barren street, thinking only of the waitress and her light caress. He had to see her again.

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A bit of a Charlie Brown tree this year (long story), but still shining bright with a little love and some lights. 🙂

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Wishing everyone safe and happy holidays!!

Nowhere to go…

Reinhold Staden is an incredible photographer and I am a big fan of his work. We collaborated on a little project. He provided his fantastic image and I provided a story to go with it. Check it out over on his blog. Hope you like it.

Reinhold Staden Photography

A project

of Amy Reese of The Bumble Files and Reinhold Staden Photography.

The idea

An image says more than 500 words? I don’t think so. But if an image and 500 words come together they will create something special.
A few days ago we launched a project to bring a story of Amy’s fiction series and an image of my fiction series together.
I  provided an image taken in the Fintlandsmoor with some “creative additions” and Amy provided an excerpt of a larger story.

The result

I can only write about Amy’s story.
When I read it for the first time I thought: absolutely stunning.
How cool is it if an image of mine is boosted by the words of such a talented writer. I am a “visual” person, that is the reason why I love landscape photography. But I admire Amy’s talent to visualize stories with words.
But you…

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Who’s There? – Friday Fictioneers

Here’s my contribution to this week’s edition of Friday Fictioneers, brought to you by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and a photo from CE Ayr. Thanks, CE!

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PHOTO PROMPT © CEayr

(Horror for 100 words)

Who’s There?

Petals dusted her feet as Laurie coasted past the purple door, chained and set back from the sidewalk. It was a mere blip in her skip until she heard knocking from inside.

She turned back, stood before it, and knocked. “Who’s there?”

“Open the door. Help me. I’m trapped,” a voice whispered, raspy and breathless.

She rattled the door. “I’ll get help.”

The authority had no key, so he shot at the lock. The door creaked and swung open.

“Just like I told you.”

Before them was a cement slab.

“Nothing.”

But Laurie felt something. A chill to the bone.

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For those who celebrate, Happy Thanksgiving! I hope you have a peaceful and restful holiday.