Stories, poems, photos and bumbles for the soul
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.... … Continue reading The Interview – 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 … Continue reading A Light Caress – Friday Fictioneers
It's time for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by our fairy blog mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week's photo was provided by Al Forbes. Thanks, Al. All are welcome to join in. The challenge is to write a 100-word story based on the photo. Give it a try. I learned from a news story that driverless cars are not … Continue reading Road Fever – Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Apocalyptic (103 words) Dancing Orbs The observatories lined the hillside like a strand of shining bulbs on a Christmas tree. Their orchestral mirrors probed the skies to deliver bewildering images beyond explanation. Certainly they must have answers about the icy dust covering the planet. The two dotted figures slogged through the snow, dragging their icicle brick feet … Continue reading Dancing Orbs – Friday Fictioneers
She turned her wheel looking at me in my rearview mirror. What did she expect me to do? Who made eye contact for Christ’s sake? Doesn’t eye contact mean anything to anyone any more? Bitch. My hands shook while I poured my coffee. Fucking bitch. I burnt my toast. My stomach grumbled. Fucking, self-serving bitch. Did she … Continue reading confessional.com
The gelatinous goo coated plants, trees, and rocks, its gentle beginnings unnoticed. "It's nature's way," was a constant refrain heard in villages. A scientist pounded his fists on the counter, "It's done it again. Every time." He spoke into his recorder, "It's a ghastly, vile, revolting, parasitic pile of snot," he paused, "capable of burning through equipment." His … Continue reading We Are Not Alone – Friday Fictioneers
I'd like to thank everyone who read my Tessa story, or any part of it. To all who liked, commented, or read it, even in secret, I'm grateful for every read. Special thanks to Carrie, Michelle, Jim, and Ralph who read every entry. You guys deserve a prize. I wish I had t-shirts or coffee mugs, or … Continue reading Follow-up on Tessa
