Batteries Not Required – Friday Fictioneers – 11/16/12

Good afternoon. It’s time for Friday Fictioneers. Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting and to Sean Fallon for the cool photo.

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Copyright-Sean Fallon

Batteries Not Required

“Do we have any batteries, Daddy?” she said, looking at the jar.

“No. Those are for recycled. And, since it’s filled to the top, I get to throw away three of your toys.”

The little girl gazed at him in disbelief. She sat on his lap. “Why? They’re not broken. They just need new batteries.”

“So this means we don’t need anything new?” he teased. “We always seem to need the new ones. You can’t have it all. What will it be? Batteries or toys?”

The little girl held her raggedy doll close to her chest.  “You can’t throw away this one.”

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Ice Cave – Friday Fictioneers – 11/09/12

I’m just barely squeezing it in today, but it’s still Friday where I am. It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  Thank you, Rochelle, for providing today’s photo.

Please don’t judge too harshly. With the NaNo writing challenge, I’m feeling a little depleted.

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 Ice Cave (100)

Danny felt the chill of the glass, and he rubbed his fingers in a circular motion.

“Oh, don’t touch the crystals,” Henry blurted. “If you do, they will start multiplying and cover our entire house. We’ll be in an ice cave, turn into ice sculptures, and be frozen until the end of time.”

Danny withdrew his hand from the window and stared at his older brother, wide-eyed.

“Just drink your cocoa,” Henry stated.

Danny positioned his hands around his mug. “What if I could melt the crystals with my warm hand?”

“Don’t even try. They always come back,” Henry whispered.

Get Your Sunglasses Here – Friday Fictioneers – 11/02/12

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields when we gather to write a 100-word story or poem based on a photo prompt. This week’s photo was provided by Ted Strutz. Thank you, Ted.

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Image courtesy of Ted Strutz

Get Your Sunglasses Here

“Why are we here? No one’s buying sunglasses tonight,” said Elise.

“Stan just wants to milk this for all its worth,” Gina replied. She flipped through the sunglasses delicately, trying on a pair.

Stan glared in their direction. “Ladies.”

A brilliant beam of light radiated from a distance. Gina dropped her sunglasses when she heard a thunderous rumble. She screamed, “Look out!”

A motorcycle barreled toward the tent at full throttle. People sprung in all directions and rolled to the ground, narrowly escaping its path. Voices shrilled in the darkness, as the motorcycle plunged into the tent, sending sunglasses flying off their stands.