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.

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Beneath – Friday Fictioneers

Happy Friday Fictioneers! I’ve missed everyone. I have been away for a spell.

This is a repeat for me, but I reworked this a bit. I don’t know if I made any improvements.

As always, thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for keeping everything afloat. Congratulations to Rochelle for completing her edits for her third novel in a series entitled AS ONE MUST ONE CAN. Way to go!

Thanks to Georgia Koch for this week’s photo.

Do you believe?

Copyright – Georgia Koch
Copyright – Georgia Koch

Beneath

“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.

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Their Latest Act – Friday Fictioneers

It’s time for a 100-word story with Friday Fictioneers, a writing group hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Thanks, Rochelle for your leadership every week. Thanks to Roger Bultot for providing this week’s photo.

My story follows. 

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

(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.

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Unhinged – Friday Fictioneers

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers. Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, our talented leader and to Marie Gail Stratford for the photo this week.

The challenge is to write a 100-word story based on the photo. All are welcome to participate.

I took my cues this week from the strange lighting I saw in the photo. Thanks for reading.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford

(100 words)

Unhinged

“Room 484.” Tom said. “I can’t get off my floor. Remember?”

“Try to be calm, sir.”

Despite the illuminated number, the elevator returned Tom to the 48th floor. The stairs proved as unpredictable, a bottomless series of doorways back to his room.

“Can’t you send someone up?” Tom slammed the phone.

He rushed out to the hallway and then he saw them, vacant-eyed and pale.

“Go ahead,” they said, whispering. “Take the concrete plunge. You know you want to. One of us can go free.”

And someone did.

The elevator resumed normal operations for only one. One of the lucky ones.

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Princess of the Lily – Friday Fictioneers


It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, a weekly writing group challenged to write a 100-word story based on a photo prompt. Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for her dedicated leadership and to Erin Leary for this week’s beautiful photo.

All are welcome to participate in the challenge. Please join in. Click this link for instructions.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Erin Leary

 

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.

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Patient Zero – Friday Fictioneers

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…

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PHOTO PROMPT © Amy Reese

(100 words)

Patient Zero

“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.

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This Way Worms Grow – Friday Fictioneers

It’s a festive story for Friday Fictioneers this week in honor of ghouls and slasher flicks. The goal is to write a 100-word story based on a photo.

Thank you to the our hostess Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for keeping the tricks and treats coming. Thanks to Dale Rogerson for providing the inspiring photo this week.

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PHOTO PROMPT – © Dale Rogerson

(100 words)

This Way Worms Grow

That voice. It hit her like gravel on smooth skin. Spoiled. Her insides choked and thrashed on wormy weeds, stirring the gravel pit of her stomach.

A woman screamed.

It pierced her with a knife, curdling the remains of her lactose-regurgitated beverage.

There would be blood. She tried to eat another worm, sliding it down her hair-clogged throat. Smothered under a blanket, she gasped for air.

“No one dies here.”

Andrea peeked outside her blanket.

“Don’t you remember this part? You’ve seen this like a hundred times.”

“My stomach.”

“Too much popcorn, hon. Better lay off those gummy worms, too.”

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Happy Halloween – from me and The Girl on the Swing!

Girl on a Swing

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