Citizenship – Friday Fictioneers – 03/07/14

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers. I’d like to thank Rochelle for her dedication and Danny Bowman for this week’s stunning photo.

My contribution follows. As always, you are welcome to participate.Find more stories from the Fictioneers HERE.

Genre: Sci-Fi (100 words)

Copyright – Danny Bowman


A hovering shadow collects hordes of people in one sweep. Darkness.

Before a grassy mountain. Clyde wakes in nothing but a black robe; others wake at the same time. Before they can speak to each other, their eardrums ring with a cacophony of high-pitched screeching. A carpet of insects rush at them and reptilian coils push up from beneath them. They collapse once the ringing stops.

Clyde wakes repeatedly to the same cycle, each time with less bodies.

When he wakes at the foot of the mountain , a beam of light strikes his eyes. A slight figure approaches and announces, “Welcome.”


Just One – Friday Fictioneers – 09/27/13

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers. Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for being such a gracious host. Thanks to Rich Voza for the intriguing picture. It’s a goody and a challenge.

I decided to go the sci-fi route, it’s so tempting. I can’t wait to see what people came up with this week. Click here for more wonderful stories from the Fictioneers.

Genre: Sci-Fi (100 words)

Copyright – Rich Voza

Just One

The sky spit out their bodies in a sea of debris and they landed in a crushed heap. Thrashed and bleeding, Isack laid motionless. Merrell collapsed into his side.

“Not again,” she gasped.

“Last time it was the blue door.” Isack lifted his head. “The order…it’s different. It was blue, white. Now it’s…”

“We’ve tried them all,” Merrell cried. “We’re stuck.”

“That’s it. The color never mattered,” he jumped to his feet.

When the sky snapped, he dove through the window in the door. Isack and the doors vanished before her eyes. There had been room for only one more.