A Greeting – Friday Fictioneers

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, where come together to write a 100-word story based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting and leading this group. This week she’s provided the photo and it’s a wonderful choice.

All are welcome to join in with their own story. Visit Rochelle’s blog for details.

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

A Greeting

The lump in the sand quivered as if it housed a trapped worm, rippling in sync with the waves rushing in and out.

Vinn dropped beside the lump and rolled on top of it flat on his back. He felt tranquil, the breeze tickling the hairs of his nose, at the sides of his lanky body and all the way down to his toes.

“Stop it,” he said, erupting into laughter. His body sunk between two soft mounds of sand and he wriggled off, and stared into blue jewels that blinked back at him.

“Took you long enough,” she said.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Earth

This week’s photo challenge is Earth.

Share your vision of our magnificent Earth through your lens.

Since the Earth is 75% water, I choose a photo of our beautiful Pacific ocean. It amazes me that only 5% of this vast liquid space has been explored. It makes me wonder what’s out there for us to discover.

In the meantime, I hope we can respect our oceans so we can continue to enjoy them as only oceans can be enjoyed.

oceanmeetup

for whatever we lose
(like a you or a me)
it’s always our self
we find in the sea.

– e.e. cummings

For more Earth entries, please visit the Weekly Photo Challenge site.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Happy Place

This week’s photo challenge is “Happy Place.” Just where do you go to get your groove back or to recharge?

For me, it’s the ocean, and a sunset on the ocean is a bonus. This is Stinson Beach near San Francisco. It’s a reminder for me to feel the stillness around me and to be in the moment. The sunset doesn’t last for long.

stinsonbeach

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Today Was a Good Day

This week’s photo challenge is to share photos from your ideal day or some of your favorite things. My photos are some snapshots from my summer. My ideal day is usually spent close to a large body of water. These photos were all taken in California from Lake Tahoe, La Jolla and Huntington Beach.

The other part of the challenge was to present photos in a gallery possibly using Mesh. It’s pretty simple to add photos in Mesh. However, it may cut off photos in the Full Screen View. Photos look quite nice in this view when they don’t cut off. If they are cutting off, you can simply click inside the photo (in either view) and it will present the photo as it was uploaded.

To view photos with the full screen option, click on the dashed box (the second one in from the right. Got it?). I hope you like my summer snapshots.

http://me.sh/qxlrh33

For more ‘Today Was a Good Day’ photos, visit the Weekly Photo Challenge site.

Complete Disclosure – Friday Fictioneers

Fish stink pervaded our walk on the pier. After our ice cream cones, we aired our secrets.

Katie had shared juicy morsels; first kiss, first lay, first fire, even though she told everyone she quit. My news dimmed in comparison, worthy of my mother’s Sunday knit club.

Today her expression was of such anguish, I feared she’d murdered someone.

“Is it true you are the ‘Mandi’s Secrets of the Pier’ blog?” she said.

I froze. I had been discreet, changed names.

“It’s a popular blog,” I cried.

“Remove it!”

My dream of a bestseller dissolved, carried away by sea salts.

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Genre: Fiction/Humor (100 words)

Photo copyright: The Reclining Gentleman

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A special thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who has reached a new milestone with Friday Fictioneers, marking her second anniversary as our fearless leader. Thank you, truly. I am so grateful for her time and energy. Thank you to TRG for this week’s photo.

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Origins – Friday Fictioneers

Origins 

The Saltbacks rarely left Deep Trench, unable to risk the mud on their skins or the bright light in their eyes. Their helmets depressurized the air, and they fell onto the land dazed and trembling.

Rumors flourished that the MudBorne, indigenous to the land, lived as savages in the toxins and ate visiting Saltbacks.

Days passed, and the Saltbacks saw no life. When their clothes became muddied, they disrobed. Craving the thinness of the air, they shielded their skin with mud and walked into the forest.

And so, a new generation was born. They called themselves the MudSalts.

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I want to say thanks for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for her dedication and time, and to B.W. Beacham for the photo.

I’m not sure what inspired my story this week. Feel free to laugh with me or at me, or you can laugh at my story, too. Isn’t it so remarkable that 95% of the underwater world remains unexplored? Stop to think about that one.

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Genre: Sci-Fi/Humor (98 words)

Copyright – B.W. Beacham

Paradise Found – Friday Fictioneers – 01/10/14

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. Thanks again to our wonderful host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and to Dawn Landau for the inspiring photo. Why not give it a try. Click HERE for instructions.

I know. I stole my name from the latest Hobbit movie (not the book). I couldn’t help myself.

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Genre: Fantasy (101 words)

Copyright-Dawn Q. Landau

Paradise Found

Crouched inside, Ron delighted in the rushing waves. The hut even provided a change of clothes. A final touch of a tin roof and he had his own seaside villa.

The door creaked open. A naked woman with dripping hair, covered in dewy, oily beads, stood before him.

“You’re wearing my clothes,” she said, making a strange clucking with her tongue.

 “Who are you?”

“I’m Tauriel of Underneath the Sea. No relation to Ariel.”

She wiped a moist, gluey substance from his hair and licked it clean.

“Too many anchovies.”

She held out her arms, “Clothes please.”

Ron had found paradise.