Buried – Friday Fictioneers

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, where writers attempt to write a 100-word story based on a photo prompt. Many thanks to the talented author and artist Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting our group each week. Also a big thank you to Connie Gayer, aka Mrs. Russell, for contributing the photo this week.

I had some difficulty coming up with a story for this prompt. I remembered a story I heard on NPR about people who dig up dinosaur bones for profit. It made its way into my story this week. It just goes to show you that you never know what will end up in a story.

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PHOTO PROMPT – © Connie Gayer …(Mrs. Russell)
PHOTO PROMPT – © Connie Gayer …(Mrs. Russell)

Genre: Mystery/Suspense (100 words)

Buried

“Who’s tearing up our land like a bunch of feral hogs?” He had dark slits for eyes that cut like knives.

“I let him in, Pop. We won’t have to sell,” Jessup said, gripping the newspaper. “They dino hunters. We get ten percent of any bones they sell. We’ll be millionaires.”

His father pinned him to the floor in a choke hold. “No one digs up our land.”

But they unearthed dinosaur bones. And human ones, too. Jessup finally understood why the only dead relative on the mantel was Aunt Nora.

Hidden in plain sight, but not for long.

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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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Only the Walls – Friday Fictioneers

“I know your father. He comes in here like a cyclone,” said Uncle Bobby, eyeing the boy.

Jordan popped ice cubes into a glass, and filled it with water. He had built a fortress around him, impenetrable to the smell of his father, locking the doors before he heard footsteps outside. If his mother so much as heard his father’s voice, she buckled like a cardboard box.

“Did he want money? Keys to the car?” “He’s dead to me now.” Jordan’s voice shook as his face hardened like stone. “You heard me.”

“It’s only you, me, and the walls, son.”

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Genre: Mystery (100 words)

Copyright – Mary Shipman T

Thank you to our wonderful hostess, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Please visit her Addicted to Purple blog for instructions if you would like to participate in this challenge. All are welcome.

Thank you to Mary Shipman for providing the photo.

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The Forest of Tempered Secrets – Friday Fictioneers

 The Forest of Tempered Secrets

Eli braced his arm across Freya’s stomach, much the way their father did when danger surfaced. Freya halted before a contorted lot of trees covered with moss, their branches a maze of wooden tendrils strangling each other. Dead branches in pain.

“Don’t move. It’s the Forest of Tempered Secrets,” Eli said. “You must give them up. Otherwise….” He pointed.

Freya’s expression matched the grotesque grimace of a stranger’s last scream branded into the bark.

“What choice do we have?” Eli said.

A touch of her hand and they melded into the forest, blowing through undetected, like leaves in the wind.

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Our challenge is to write a 100-word story (more or less) with a beginning, middle, and end based on a photo prompt.

With the prompt up early this week, I am able to get my story together before my usual time. I typically do not have repeat characters in my Friday Fictioneer stories, but I made an exception this week. Freya and Eli just begged to come back. You can also read about them in this story.

Thanks as always to our gracious leader, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, and to John Nixon for this week’s photo.

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Genre: Fantasy/YA (100 words)

Copyright – John Nixon