Manual for Bureaucracy – Friday Fictioneers

Step in line for a summer rerun. Thanks as always to our splendid host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s photo was provided by Sandra Crook. Thank you, Sandra. If you haven’t read Sandra’s stories, you simply must.

Enjoy! It’s time to go look for Pokemon.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

(99 words)

Manual for Bureaucracy

1. File in, collect a number, determine destination.
2. Sit down, complete paperwork, wait to be called.
3. Talk to the hole in the glass, return paperwork.
4. Wait.
5. Talk to the glass; learn you need a Specialist.
6. Repeat Step 2, add paperwork.
7. Walk through long, white corridor. Hint: Turn left, left, right, no left. Just follow the red tape.
8. Repeat Steps 1 and 4.
9. Talk to the Assistant who talks to the Specialist.
10 Repeat Step 2.
11. Learn it is the wrong Specialist.
12. Repeat 2, 4, and 9.
13. Take multiple flights of stairs. Hint: Follow the red tape if you’re lost.
14. Read the sign: Sorry. We’re closed. Come back tomorrow.


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Ice Cave – Friday Fictioneers

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, summer rerun edition. I hope everyone is enjoying their summer so far. Mine has been especially hot with temperatures in the triple digits, so this Ice Cave sounds pretty nice right about now.

This story was first published in November 2012, although I have made a few changes to the opening sentence here.

Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting and for this week’s photo prompt.

Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

(100 words)

Ice Cave

Danny felt the chill on his fingertips as he drew figure eights on the frosty glass.

“Oh, don’t touch the crystals,” Henry blurted. “If you do, they will start multiplying and cover our entire house. We’ll be in an ice cave, turn into ice sculptures, and be frozen until the end of time.”

Danny withdrew his hand from the window and stared at his older brother, wide-eyed.

“Just drink your cocoa,” Henry stated.

Danny positioned his hands around his mug. “What if I could melt the crystals with my warm hand?”

“Don’t even try. They always come back,” Henry whispered.


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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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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. 

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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Sky Benders – Friday Fictioneers

Its good to be back to my Friday Fictioneers. I have a bit of fantasy for you today. Hope you like it.

Thanks to Madison Woods for the photo and for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting. I hope she feels better real soon.

All are welcome to participate. Why not write your own story? Here are instructions for joining in.

PHOTO PROMPT – © Madison Woods

Genre: Fantasy (100 words)

Sky Benders

It was the Sky Benders, or that’s what they were named as people told their tales and described what they saw.

“It swirled like a tornado,” said the shopkeeper. “The sky became dark as tar and then,” he jabbed his finger upwards, “the clouds turned into a web with spiders shooting out of it.”

Clouds mutated into dinosaurs and pigs with long, clawed coils and snatched up any onlookers.

With a bolt of fire, the sky sealed tight and dropped…a lonely shoe. Its owner now belonged to the sky.

No one doubted the sky could bend and would take again.


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Ride of a Lifetime – Friday Fictioneers

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, a weekly link up that challenges writers to compose a 100-word story based on a photo prompt. Thanks, as always, to our gracious hostess Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s photo was provided by Dee Lovering. Thank you, Dee.

The place in this photo looks really familiar. If it’s the place I’m thinking about, it’s a park in San Francisco. I’m wondering if it’s the same place! That’s what my sparked my imagination for this story. My initial story came in at 300 words. I had a yipping Pomeranian dog who had to go, as well as lot of description of the snow. I hope it makes sense. Enjoy!

If you would like to participate, here are instructions. All are welcome.

PHOTO PROMPT © Dee Lovering

Genre: Fantasy/Horror (100 words)

Ride of a Lifetime

“Look, Nana. A carousel!”

“I can’t believe it’s operating.” Snow, unheard of in these parts, blanketed the earth. She couldn’t deny her granddaughter a ride of a lifetime.

Riders hoisted onto clowns and horses.  Julia jumped onto a bear, grinning in her white dress with pink ribbons in her hair. The revolving carousel undulated in gracious dips.

One rotation Julia was there; the next, gone. The ride expired and everyone disappeared.  Nana ran to the bear. Blood dripped from its claws, holding a doll wearing a white dress with pink ribbons in her hair, her eyes dark pools of terror.


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It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, where writers across the globe are challenged to write a 100-word story based on a photo prompt. Thanks to C. Hase for this week’s photo. As always, thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for her dedicating her time and energy to leading the group.

Everyone is welcome. Why not join in? Visit Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple blog for detailed instructions.

Below is my contribution.


Genre: Humor 

Meet the Robinsons*

“Every time I walk outside, I get damn near knocked over.” Bill walks outside to face his enemy. “Hey, watch where you’re going! You monsters.”

“Bill, they’re just people.”

“And my mortgage is through the roof,” said Bill.

Foregoing his beach lifestyle for a cabin n the woods, Bill packs it up and drives off with his family.

Somewhere in the mountains:

“Do you hear that silence?”

His kids shiver underneath blankets, unable to speak.

“Throw another log on the fire, will ya? I can’t face the snowdrifts tonight.”


“I was thinking, why don’t we just go on a voyage together?”

“No, dad” the kids sad. “We don’t wanna go. We might end up shipwrecked on an island or something.”


*The Robinsons are not unlike that other Robinson family. You may recall the Swiss Family Robinson? I’m making a little joke and added the line to hopefully help it make sense. Of course, I’m a bit over word count wise, but usually I’m so good. 🙂

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Meet the Robinsons – Friday Fictioneers