“We got a boat. No excuses,” Joe said. “Old man Cassel is still out there.”
“Paddling in that pea soup makes about as much sense as surfing a tsunami. You ain’t gettin’ me in that boat.”
“That Nellie business is nothing but a campfire story.”
Heavy air shrouded them, erasing their shapes. The skiff knocked around in the choppy water like driftwood as they attempted to steer in one direction. The water swelled, pulling them toward the center of the lake.
Joe’s radio buzzed. “We got Cassell. C’mon back. Over.”
“I can’t see anything—”
Spiky tendrils latched on, sending them under, below, beneath.
It’s time for a 100-word story with Friday Fictioneers, a writing group hosted byRochelle Wisoff-Fields.Thanks, Rochelle for your leadership every week. Thanks to Roger Bultot for providing this week’s photo.
My story follows.
(Horror: 100 words)
Their Latest Act
The taste of metal tainted her tongue. Laine shook the salt shaker into her mouth. No use. The blood was still there and she spat it out, crouched with her hips off the floor.
Her mother had loved the green parrots who flew in from Mexico. They had watched their mating dance once from her patio, their gentle fluttering of feathers high in the sky. It was a performance for her, her mother would say.
No mother, it never was. They have the power of flight and beaks for pecking your eyeballs of your sockets until you’re blind. That’s all.
It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, a weekly writing group challenged to write a 100-word story based on a photo prompt. Thank you toRochelle Wisoff-Fieldsfor her dedicated leadership and toErin Learyfor this week’s beautiful photo.
All are welcome to participate in the challenge. Please join in. Click this linkfor instructions.
Genre: Horror (100 words)
Princess of the Lily
Lily pads floated like majestic crowns. The lake was Alice’s special place and a much-needed distraction from Sabrina’s sneering. Circuitous pathways weren’t enough. Sabrina tailed her.
Out from the bushes, Sabrina appeared. She said, “Your mother’s schizophrenic. I heard she’s in a mental hospital.”
“You heard wrong,” Alice said.
Sabrina pulled Alice by her hair, plunging her face into the water.
When she surfaced, Alice gasped. “You just made my mother very angry.”
Vines ripped through the ground, pinning Sabrina’s ankles, and yanking her to the muddy depths.
Alice placed a lily pad on her head and blew a kiss.
Greetings, Friday Fictioneers! Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting the group and for choosing my photo this week. Thanks so much! The challenge is to write a 100-word story based on the photo. All are welcome to join in. Here are instructions.
One would think that you if offered a photo, that you might have a story in mind. Not so! I look forward to reading what everyone came up with.
A little background on the photo: (If you don’t want to read this, skip to the story!) I took this in La Jolla near San Diego, a rather upscale beach neighborhood in a trendy shopping area. I found this site in an alley as I was walking through a few of them. Many of them were very quaint. This rundown stairway seemed out of the ordinary, so I snapped a photo. I didn’t go up the stairs…
“It’s not condemned. It’s a ruin,” said Tony, putting on his mask. “A regular tourist trap.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better? If you’re stupid enough to come here, no one’s gonna miss you,” said Chuck.
“Someone’s being dramatic,” said Tony. He touched his finger to the faulty rail. It wouldn’t help him on the cracked stairway, choking on overgrown ivy and debris.
“If you come back out, I’ll join you,” whispered Chuck.
Inside Tony witnessed cats roaming on mutant paws, flashing green eyes, encircling him. They slashed him with their claws until their mouths filled with blood.